Thousand Year Old Vampire – Prompt #38
I for some reason, I could not bring myself to exist among people again. A terrible, but undefined grief gnawed within me, the only heightened when I thought of spending time in a tavern or an inn. And in any case, after spending so long in the wilds, I completely forgot what it was like to exist amongst humans. They became simply a source of subsistence for me. I found that I could haunt the outskirts of a town, and entrance the unwary to me. Somehow they saw in me what they wanted to, not what I was, which was a dishevelled, unwashed and wild eyed man.
I hunted indiscriminately, picking out and amplifying the artistry of any who wandered near. But I did not temper my feeding, those who encountered me left touched by their own madness, a consuming mania that would not stop until it had burned through them, leaving them as shallow husks, or if they were lucky, dead.
Game Effect
- New Experience
- Ruined with a grief I can not identify, I haunt the outskirts of towns and feed indiscriminately, inflaming my victims with a desire to create so intense it consumes them entirely.
- Lost Memory
- Lose memories of Cait and Vivienne
- New Skill
- I can appear in a form my victims find appealing