Lord Giovanni Ravandil

Title: Lord Giovanni Ravandil
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LithaHellstormm

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Register：01/17/2009 11:30 PM

Date Posted：01/23/2009 4:39 AMCopy HTML

Name: Lord Giovanni Ravandil

Age: 622 {appears in his early twenties}

Race/Breed: Vampyre

Height: 6'4''

Weight: 250lbs

Hair Colour & Style: Dark Brown, wavy hair that runs down his upper back.

Eye Colour: Dark Brown/ blood Red

Weapons:

Giovanni's main weapon of choice is an old rapier sword cared for a passed down his line. He is master of the blade and can weild it like no other. He also has great skill with the bow and daggers. {pictured below is the rapier}

General Description:

Lord Giovanni Ravandil is tall and graceful, and is usually dressed in all his lordly splender. He has impeckable manners- though the victims of his bloodlust would disagree- and is very handsome. He has the boyish face of a young man, clean shaven and framed with long wavy brown hair; but he has ancient and very malicious eyes of a mix of dark brown and blood red. His skin is very pale and has an almost blue hue about it.

History: Little is known about the mysterious Lord Giovanni who has dwelt many years in Ravandil castle. There are few who have actually laid eyes on him for he shuns the daylight and heavy red curtains cover the windows of his home. But many know the tales of the nocturnal Lord and fear them to be the truth. It is widespread knowledge that Giovanni is a cruel master. Perhaps it is rumor that he tortures his prisoners using banned and barbaric methods, and impales the corpses of his enemies from his towers as a warning to others...

{The following account is collected from a selection of aged journals, Whether they are believed to be true or not is another matter...}

Giovanni was rumoured to have once been married to a princess of a far away land. A raven haired beauty whom he made his wife and Lady of his lands. Her cruelty was more than a match for him and more rumours of his dark princess circulated that she bathed in virgin's blood to keep her looks... though it did little for her sanity. Lord Giovanni used to march to war under the king of the lands banner with his peculiar host of dark clad men who shunned the daylight with him in their pavilians. Giovanni's host always fought alone and was always sent further into enemy territory becuase of their sadistic and indescriminate killing. They killed enemy soilders and civilians alike.

It was while Lord Giovanni was away at war that a band of witch hunters arrived at Ravandil castle to aprehend the Lady and trial her as a witch. True she was gifted with the magic arts and was still bizarrely beautiful and appeared to be merely 17 when she was actually 86, but insisted the wild and angry accusations hurled at her were mere rumor and she had never actually harmed anyone. She was imprisoned, beaten, shaved and raped... all out of public eye ofcourse before being dragged before a holy Lord and forced to sign her own death-warrant. The priest asked her if she had anything to say in her defense...

She said only this: "I pity you priest. When my husband cometh home..." Then, bizarrely, she smiled. As it was, Lady Rossalina Ravandil was burned at the stake just before dawn and the sun did the rest to turn her once enchantingly beautiful form to a pile of agonising ashes. The ashes were collected and dowsed in holy water before being buried beneath the church.

A few months later Lord Giovanni Ravandil did indeed return home; expecting the warm welcome from his lovely wife but discovered only the horrible and cold realisation that the Lady had been snatched from her home and burned as a witch along with her ladies in waiting. A tormented and ear splitting howl wrenched the sky that night as Giovanni cursed the Gods from his balcony. His eyes blazed a deep crimson red as he sought out the men who had 'purified' his mate. No holy symbols saved them as he and his undead legion swept through town, revealing themselves openly as vampires as they horded the towns people into the church. They drowned some people in their own holy water, impaled others on crucifixes and nailed others to them. All were kept alive long enough to feel Giovanni's torment, to taste his immortal outrage... Then at last, they were locked inside the church and burned alive. Giovanni washed himself in the blood of 200 people that night and his land became devoid of life for a very long time.

After a hundred or so years, the people believed it safe to return to Ravandil's lands and start life again. Giovanni sits at his black throne, his chin resting on his knuckles as he broods in darkness...

Here's a riddle: When is a croquet mallet like a billy club? I'll tell you: Whenever you want it to be. When you scream it sounds like a lullaby There's no reality Just this world of illusion.