Post by Reinhard Glais on Sept 15, 2016 20:03:06 GMT
Reinhard Aric Glais
PLAY BY: Luke Evans.
♦ THE BASICS ♦
AGE: Two hundred and thirty-six.
GENDER: Male.
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual.
POSITION: Grand Inquisitor.
RACE: Elder Vampire.♦ THE FREEFORM ♦
Petty little things leading petty little lives.
We exist in plain sight and yet I fear we’ve never been so inconsequential. So many young things convinced of their greatness, dreams of supremacy and glory. Yet, for all those dreams and all of their voices, so loud, what do we have in this brave new world? Shambles. Ruins. A view from the top with nothing but wastelands as far as the eye can see. When you sit upon a throne of rubble and ash, what is your true worth? That is what we have become. We hold court over a kingdom of nothing and yet claim to to be gods among feeble mortals.
There was a time when true greatness existed. When our lives were intricately interwoven, delicate to a degree, and largely more exciting than what they have become. We lived in shadows. We lived in secrecy. Yet our lives were so grand. There was an unspoken reverence from humans that has long since faded. The thrill of the hunt. The secrecy and enigmatic nature of the veil that enveloped us. We were predators, they the prey. But what becomes of a predator when they have no true hunt?
I fear that many have lost their edge, especially the young ones. They’ve never known the thrill of the hunt. The allure of the surreptitiousness that both surrounded and consumed our very existence. There was order. There was an intimacy that was absolutely intoxicating. Now, drowning in our own gluttony, there is nothing but outright petulance for the ways of old. There are no more mysteries. There are no grand rites or whispers in the darkness. There is only faux-boldness that comes from having no true challenges in life.
They have grown soft, complacent, and they cling to trinkets scavenged from a world long gone. Lay claim to land as though it still holds any amount of wealth. This is not the world I was born into. This is not the society that I fought so passionately to uphold and protect. But such days, such times and laws, they are long gone. Those of us old enough to remember such times are considered relics of a time that no longer matters. I’d argue that such memories are all that matters.
The Inquisition. Nox Invictus. We were an order that struck fear into the heart of even the most esteemed of fiends. We lived in the shadows and we observed. We kept the children safe. We kept the children secret. When such ideals were challenged, we acted swiftly and cast our judgment without mercy or prejudice. We were keepers of the veil, protectors of the night. Never did we imagine a world where the veil was not in place. How could we? Why would we? Beauty that once surrounded has long since withered away.
It would be dishonest to state that I did not think of simply fading away into nothingness. Finding a poetic beauty in oblivion's embrace, like so many others. But my stubbornness would not allow such a fate. My pride and vanity could not allow it. With the unofficial abrogation of our order, we became waywards sons and daughters. Lost, hopeless, and utterly disgusted by what had become of our kind. We found solace in the company of one another. But such simple comforts rarely last.
Thus, for the last ten years I have been a fixture within Old Chicago. Foolishly clinging to what little remains of my former life. To a degree, still an Inquisitor. Instead of overseeing the Americas my charge now simply that of observing what remains of this city. But like the world around me, ultimately frayed and bitter. But there will come a time when such days are over. As we are a patient race. If my perdurable nature has taught me anything, it's that these days shall pass.♦ THE PLAYER ♦
USERNAME: Cee.
AGE GROUP: Old.
EXPERIENCE: Long time.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Robbo.
