Baal
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Baal was in an anti monster division in a private military, rose quickly through the ranks and became a well renowned monster hunter. Got a tag for a vampire, an easy job and took a small unit, only 4. Although he did not plan to underestimate the monster as one can, and should never underestimate one’s quarry in that line of work, the five of them were well armed and they were the best of the best. The cave that the monster inhabited was unassuming, but something about the moss covered stone looked like a maw, hungry to eat. As they proceeded down the cave, the moss grew less and less green, fading into whites and blues. The light from the torches danced across the grey stone walls of the cavern. The sound of water dripping along with the steady march of metal clad feet were the only sounds to be heard. They marched down into this cave for what felt like hours before finally coming to a large cavernous space. There were still no signs of life, but the walls of the cavern were too far and high for the torch light to reach. They wandered around the space, the stench of death perfuming their lungs. Suddenly a crunch, looking down, Baal saw what looked like ribs, dried, picked clean and even broken open to expose what had been bone marrow. The sounds of drawing swords echoed around the room, muddying with the sound of the dripping water. And then there was a voice. A voice that grated, and pulled at the deepest fears of man, a voice that sent shivers down one’s spine. Movement in the darkness and a crossbow bolt flew. The five of them stuck close together so as not to be picked off one by one by the vampire but a creeping cold feeling told Baal that maybe even a defensive formation wouldn’t be enough. The voice continued, it whispered promises of life eternal, being young forever, reveling in a life of no commitments, no troubles. And then the voice was suddenly very close. One of the men began screaming, he pulled his sword and swung wildly at the darkness. Seeming to forget his training in a moment of pure, primordial fear, the stench of urine began to combine with the smell of death as the man lost control of his own body in his terror.
There was a flash of red, and the sword shot out of his hand as his head fell to the floor. Blood pumped out of his arteries and shot upwards into the air, spilling on the ground creating a sick sort of bath for his body. Although Baal was frightened, he did not leave his position. He stood there frozen, waiting for the creature to show himself. In his childhood in the mountains with the tribe, Baal had faced worse. Being a Goliath was fraught with difficulty and it created a life that only the strongest could survive. Cutting the memory short was another flash of red as another man’s head was severed. The clatter of steel on stone rang through the cave as the head slammed into the ground. It was down to 3, and they hadn’t even seen the creature. A twang of fear began to pull at Baal’s heart, and he gripped his sword tighter in his grip.
A face appeared in the darkness, it was white, and decrepit. The face looked as if it had been drained of all of its blood, with the muscles and tendons flexing as the maw opened wide. The face got bigger very quickly as it shot towards Baal, it’s eyes locked on his and he felt a strange sensation creep over him in that split second, almost as if he couldn’t move. He tried to raise his shield to defend himself, but his body couldn’t move as a strange cold magical energy crept through his muscles almost freezing him in place.
Suddenly there were teeth in his neck, and he blacked out.
Baal woke to that same stench of death and stone. There were shackles on his wrists that were attached to chains that vanished into the darkness. As he shifted, the chains rattled slightly.
“You’re awake” said that same grating voice. It’s sound causing Baal’s hair to stand up across his body. Baal tried to lash out, but felt that same cold energy gripping his muscles. Over the next few days, Baal experienced pain he never knew could be possible. Being fed only the blood of the creature that turned him, his body attempted to reject it like a sickness but the blood kept coming. At the end of a 3 day period the pain stopped. Baal’s jaw ached, and his body was covered in 3 day old sweat but he was alive, at least mostly.
Baal had become exactly what he meant to destroy, but the appeal of power at his fingertips was definitely interesting, and appealed to his “kill or be killed” mentality that he’d been forced to adopt in the mountains of his youth.
Barb rage: bloodlust - stop by using blood drain ability
Post becoming a vamp:
-Started killing
-Really quite enjoyed killing
-Sometimes gets lost in the killing
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-Killed vampire that turned him in one of said blood lusts
-is very edgy now, wears large cloak to cover most of the body
-move race allocation to str/con like a goliath
-gain powerful build trait
-gain mountain acclimation
Species
Children
Aligned Organization
Other Affiliations
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