The Making of Marcus Raminus
Dark Star a Native American Chieftain was captured while on a good will tour over seas in 1614. While walking about the city of London was captured and held hostage by a foreign power, bound and taken by ship from England. A severe storm tossed the vessel about and blew it off its course, beaching the ship on the coast of North Africa.
Dark Star and two other captives had been chained to the main mast while the storm played havic with the ship. When the storm ended, Dark Star thought they were the only ones left on board alive.
as he painfully opened his eyes , Dark Star found out why. one of the other Men had been ripped his bonds an was being held to a creature not known to him holding the man tightly to himself,
when it's head is suddenly thrown back, Dark Star's mind knew what was happening. Sharp white fangs dripping with blood were the last thing he remembered for it was great speed that caused the man to move to Dark Star before everything fell silent including his own scream.
Days had passed but it was the night that brought Dark Star to see how the die was cast. He was food for this creature and was now the only one alive on the wrecked ship. tho he did not feel very alive.
What had happened to him ? Why does body seemed to be wracked with pain? His mind and body on fire . It was when he woke his eyes saw things in a new light and his chance for life was now in his death. The creature a Vampire had offered him a rebirth or a complete death and the creature had feed from him before filling his own mouth with its blood. Dark Star choose rebirth and in his choice became a creature like the one that has made him.
As the moon got brighter in the night sky, Dark Star now reborn as Marcus Raminus and his Sire left the ship in search of food for it was when felt the thirst come over him. That he knew death might have been better then living with thirst.
Marcus Travels for a millennia trying to find his own way after his Sire was staked leaving him alone to wander the lands serching for something he had not known he was missing.
My passion:
It was during My travels that I found my passion, a 24 year old gypsy girl, dancing in the streets of Spain. My heart yearned for her as I watched her body move. she was perfection , darkness and light, Softness and great Power , beauty and grace.
I Joined her in the dance, in doing so commenced in stealing her heart. I wisked her away. taking her back to My lair, making her mine, forever, body and soul.
Before I found her she lived for one thing and only one thing to Dance. Now she lives for My pleasure and protection. She is MINE everything about her is Mine.
Though she still loves to Dance, it is her dance that brings Me pleasure and the blood needed for me to live.
She will ensnare your mind and capture your heart and I will feed on your blood as payment for your wanton sight of what belongs to me.
