NAME. Antony Lotson
AGE & BIRTH DATE. 473 & August 26th, 1547
GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him
SPECIES. Vampire
OCCUPATION. Unemployed
FACE CLAIM. Hayden Christensen
Born within the kingdom of Essetir, the Lotson monarchy were blessed with another son a couple years after their first. A striking brunette who bore a strong resemblance to his father who grew up with the name Agravain (later gains the named Ares), the second in line for the throne of Essetir. It felt throughout their childhood and well into adulthood that Agravain was constantly in competition with his parents prodigal eldest son. It wasn’t long before he became a promiscuous trouble maker with a fiery personality, often getting himself and out of trouble with silver words and a sharp tongue. Their mother wanted them to have the world at their fingertips, and gradually, Agravain believed that the world was exactly what they deserved; and nothing less. Morgause, their mother, was a witch and naturally the strong magic in her genes passed down to her two eldest sons. Their mother had trained them in the art of magic, and together they honed their skills with the blade. Before long he and his kin were seated along with other great swordsmen at the round table of Camelot, beside great names such as Lancelot and Galahad.
The Lotson family conspired against Arthur and his kingdom, what they wanted was power. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. They bumped shoulders, drank, and laughed with the knights of Camelot. Gradually earning the trust of Arthur and the kingdom. Things got a little more dicey once his older brother Mordred took the throne of Essetir, a childish spite grew within Agravain knowing that his brother wasn’t the rightful heir. Perhaps the blame of the Lotson’s could be placed onto Agravain. Discovering a secret affair between Lancelot and King Arthur’s wife, the knight believed he could use this information to his advantage. Get Lancelot killed, weakening the knights of the round table and starting a war from the inside. Instead, Agravain was butchered. After giving what information he knew to the king, Lancelot impaled him, leaving his skewered corpse on the borders of Essetir for Mordred to find.
Due to his brother’s proficient skills in powerful witchcraft – he was able to raise him back from the dead. Not all of him came back, not right away; as these things are delicate. He was angry, ravenous with nothing but spite and hatred spilling out of him. The battle between Essetir and Camelot was imminent, and he fought alongside his brothers, to the death. They conspired with creatures of the damned and powerful, they readied themselves against Arthur’s forces with anyone who feared the coming of Christian’s in their land. As they prepared for battle, they took every precaution. Ingesting the blood of a vampire, to secure their survival.
The battle raged on, bloodied across rolling fields. Side by side with his eldest brother, they fought together until an armour fist smashed into Agravain’s head, throwing him to the ground and a sword came thundering down to pierce his chest, the blade sinking into the soft earth beneath him. Made to lay there, pinned to the ground watching Mordred fight before fog rolled over his eyes, and everything went dark.
It was a shock to wake up in a pile of corpses, in a pile of bodies that formed a mass grave Agravain crawled out. He’d been stripped of his weapons and armor, anything valuable and left to rot in an unmarked grave. Gasping as he reached fresh air, looters saw him, standing above half naked bodies. Bloodied and pale; before he knew what was happening he was killing them. Devouring their blood and drinking them dry. He couldn’t remember what had happened to him, or what had become of his brothers. But he recognized his surroundings; a small farmland south from Essetir. So, he started walking. Barefoot, his raggedy clothes plastered to his body with blood and sweat. It took two days to walk there, hiding in barns along the way as the sun came up. Making the mistake of nearly getting burned alive the first time he saw the sunrise.
When he reached the kingdom’s doors it had started to rain, the family flag no longer waved. Instead it was on he didn’t recognize. But he pushed on, banging on the wooden blockade that opened the way to the castle. Screaming against the rain to let him in, that he needed to see the king. The guards just laughed at him, “he’s dead! They’re all dead you stupid drunk!” They threw rocks and aimed arrows at him until he was shooed away. For the first time in his life he didn’t know what he was supposed to do, and he was absolutely terrified.
Entirely alone, Agravain became defeated. Travelling south once the sun set, feeding off unsuspecting travelers and taking their things here and there. For a long time he thought he’d kill himself, stop sustaining his blood lust and just step into the sun to be baked alive. That was until one night, staring up at the sky he decided to pray. Pray to whatever god that was up there listening to give him a break, a purpose, something to keep him from losing his mind and going off the deep end. For a long time no one answered; which was expected. Had he known it was the first day of the spring equinox he should’ve known he’d been blessed by the voice of Persephone. (That and he was a vampire) She offered him a choice, a path to follow, a goddess to serve. And he took it.
As the years went on and on and on, the medieval prince entered modern day, gradually falling into a group of more vampires who followed the same path as he did. He was a modern ‘bad boy’ taking fondly to drugs and cigarettes, fighting anyone who gives him a weird look and doing generally whatever he wanted. Travelling across Europe and the surrounding areas, causing mayhem and instilling fear everywhere they went. It was only a matter of time before the siren song of Corinth Bay seduced the old vampire to enter its gates. With the Cult of Persephone gathered in the ocean side city he’s planning on sticking around. With a huge gathering of supernatural creatures and the like, something interesting was bound to happen.
+ assertive, motivated, resilient
- aggressive, impulsive, controlling
PLAYED BY NOAH. EST. He/Him.