Kyrio Three-Sickles

An ancient and feral vampire, forced to change from the old ways to suit a new world.

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Dan-Nal-Khali

Last seen at: Gambit's Bar

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Description

A tall, ropey albino. Often thin to the point of looking starved, but showing traces of the desperate strength and hopeless ferocity of an old, dying tiger. He has a wiry build, large, slanted eyes and long, unkempt hair. His eyes are scarlet, and reflect a little too much insanity to be in any way comforting.
He appears to be in his prime; thirty at most, despite his advanced years: his vampiric standing lending him immunity to the trials of time (in body, at least).
He is generally adverse to wearing clothing, finding it tight, oppressive and itchy. In public, (when reminded) he dresses in loose, drawstring trousers, and nothing else, or a soft, flowing robe. He never wears shoes or socks.

Personality

Feral and animalistic, his social skills are lacking, at the very best. His personality is prickly, defensive, and often abrasive. He is wildly overprotective of what he sees as his, often smothering or offending those he cares about. He is possessive to a fault, especially when it comes to his Kyria, a trait that often causes far more harm that good. He has no head for politics, and sees violence or physical shows of dominance as a viable way to solve most problems.
The nature of a Blood Doll leads to masochism if it is to be effective, and he is sadistic to a fault. He can easily be classed as a bully, and is clearly more than a little insane.
Daniel’s mental capabilities vary depending on the percentage of Blood Doll accessed. The greater percentage of the Doll Daniel activates, the more animalistic his personality becomes. Over a certain threshold; Daniel loses the ability to speak and function as a creature of higher intelligence.
He tends to walk stooped, or on all-fours, preferring this to bipedal movement.

Equipment

He fights without weapons, as a general rule, his sharp nails and fangs being weapon enough. He is the possessor of a Blood Doll, and, on occasion, a Regimental Bone Doll.
Blood Doll: a golem made of blood, that can be summoned from any open wound on his body. It has some power as a battle tool, but its key function is in bonding. When the Kyrio bonds to his Doll, his skin becomes red and any wound that is inflicted upon him appears to have no effect: a trait that lead him to be rumoured immortal. In truth, almost all of the damage stands, and the Doll merely holds the Kyrio’s body in a form of stasis, stopping the damage from becoming fatal. Once the Doll has been used, he must retire and rest, releasing it slowly to give himself chance to heal. The results of releasing the Doll at once, or overloading its capacity can prove fatal.
Bone Doll: a golem made of bone, free to be summoned and used by any member of the regiment that the Kyrio is a part of. It is a battle tool, capable of attacking and defending.

History

Ironically named Daniel, from the Biblical story Daniel and the Lions, the Kyrio appears to have been around for about as long as his namesake story. His original tongue seems to be Latin, although he speaks English perfectly, having spent a great deal of time in England.
Very little is known about his early life, save for the fact that he is the head of the Three-Sickles clan of vampires.
At some point in time, during the many wars fought between vampire and man, Daniel lost at least one family, probably more. He doesn’t speak of it.
By the present day, Daniel has found a new Kyria and started a new family.
He is the father of Krekoh and ally of God’s Truth Silver; to whom he pledged his most fragile son.

Kyrio Three-Sickles's Story

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-04 06:09:05, as written by Dan-Nal-Khali
Kyrio Three-Sickles slinks into the room, keeping low to the ground, wearing practically nothing.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-04 06:10:05, as written by Dan-Nal-Khali
Kyrio Three-Sickles skitters to the side as someone shouts, hissing, before ducking behind the bar and curling up, eyes glowing faintly.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-04 06:13:04, as written by Dan-Nal-Khali
Kyrio Three-Sickles bares his fangs as someone stares at him, pulling back further, unimpressed.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-04 06:15:50, as written by Dan-Nal-Khali
Kyrio Three-Sickles hisses, not happy at being threatened, but not intimidated. He selects a bottle from behind the bar, smashing it open and lapping the liquid from the remaining half, apparently not realising when his tongue begins to bleed.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-04 06:18:42, as written by Dan-Nal-Khali
Kyrio Three-Sickles tosses the broken bottle away, rapidly losing interest as he extends his long tongue, examining it.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-04 06:21:10, as written by Dan-Nal-Khali
Kyrio Three-Sickles retracts his bleeding tongue, swirling it around his mouth.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-04 06:22:13, as written by Dan-Nal-Khali
Kyrio Three-Sickles yelps, ducking out of the way as a projectile speeds towards him.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-04 06:24:40, as written by Dan-Nal-Khali
Kyrio Three-Sickles hops onto the bar counter, curling up. Despite his tense posture, he seems reletivly sedate, pillowing his head on his thigh.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-04 06:26:10, as written by Dan-Nal-Khali
Kyrio Three-Sickles blinks, wondering why someone kept attempting to talk to him. He tilts his head, questioning.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-04 06:28:27, as written by Dan-Nal-Khali
Kyrio Three-Sickles heaves a sigh, watching the room.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-04 06:34:30, as written by Dan-Nal-Khali
Kyrio Three-Sickles licks his lips, his tongue now healed, and slips off of the counter. He curls on the floor on the side of the bar usually not reserved for the public.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-04 06:37:55, as written by Dan-Nal-Khali
Kyrio Three-Sickles howls as a creature in bizarre footware attacks him, standing mercilessly on his delicate self and sending him slamming face-first into the ground. He claws himself up, hissing furiously.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-04 06:40:09, as written by Dan-Nal-Khali
Kyrio Three-Sickles growls, listening to his next meal squeak at him, fangs extending.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-04 06:42:09, as written by Dan-Nal-Khali
Kyrio Three-Sickles keeps on growling, seriously annoyed.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-04 06:44:55, as written by Dan-Nal-Khali
Kyrio Three-Sickles pauses growling for a moment, contemplating food that he doesn't need to catch, before starting up again. He couldn't see any food, and he wouldn't be tricked with the promise of it if there wasn't any to be had.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-04 06:46:49, as written by Dan-Nal-Khali
Kyrio Three-Sickles tilts his head, concidering. The promise of food was tempting, but the idea of entering a small room that could be sealed an amble deterent.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-04 06:49:43, as written by Dan-Nal-Khali
Kyrio Three-Sickles makes a sharp shound as his prey takes flight. Eyes widening and pupils dilating to full, he charges after her.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-04 06:52:03, as written by Dan-Nal-Khali
Kyrio Three-Sickles catches sight of something falling, and the scent of slightly stale flesh. He dives on the piece of meat, ripping it to peices with his teeth rather than actually eating it: an indication of why, exactly, he is so thin.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-04 06:54:44, as written by Dan-Nal-Khali
Kyrio Three-Sickles continues shredding the meat, only swallowing a small amount as an afterthought. Once the offering is properly dessecated his frenzy relents, leaving him to lick his bloody fangs.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-04 06:57:43, as written by Dan-Nal-Khali
Kyrio Three-Sickles finishes cleaning his face, blinking up at Ginny. He seems to think for a long moment before shaking his head, crimson eyes reletivly sedate.