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Caius Dubois

"I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despite being one myself."

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a character in “Blood of the Covenant”, as played by Scarlet Loup

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"I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despite being one myself."




The Basics




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Full Name
Caius Aurelius Obscurus

Nicknames and Aliases
Being named the Ancient Roman way certainly stand out in a crowd. Throughout his days, Caius has utilized many aliases. Most have faded into his memory. Nowadays, he uses the name "Caius Dubois".

Gender
Male

Age
2114, though he appears to be in his thirties

Ethnicity/Race
Caucasian (Roman)

Sexual Orientation
Pansexual

Species
Vampire

Occupation
Doyen





What's on the Outside




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Hair Color: His hair has always been a dark ebony color. In fact, he received his cognomen "Obscurus" for this reason.

Eye Color: Once, his eyes were almost black. Now, like every vampire, they change based upon how full he is.

Height: Roughly 6'3"

Weight: One hundred and sixty pounds, give or take. One tends to stop weighing themselves when they die.

Tattoos:The only tattoo he wears is the name of his passed wife, Lydia, on his right shoulder blade.

Piercings: He's never wanted to get a piercing.

Scars: Caius retained a few scars from battles as a young man. His largest one stretches around the back of his left calf. His only other noticeable marks are the bite marks he sports on his neck from his attacker.

Description: Caius stands tall and lanky. His dark hair hangs limply to his shoulders and comes in slightly wavy. He has sharp features and high cheekbones which make his cheeks appear slightly sunken. Despite his overall lack of weight, he in well-muscled. Caius's only really noticeable scar if the bite marks he received while still human. Though his flesh was once a lively, tan color, he suffers from a lack of color like most vampires. Usually, he allows faint stubble to grow in on his cheeks and chin. His fangs, had he not filed them down, would have been three inches at least. They made it difficult to feed, however, so he endured the pain and reduced their size.





What's on the Inside




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Personality:
{Brooding, Conservative, Dramatic, Virtuosic}
An old spirit trapped in an immortal body, Caius Dubois is certainly a damned soul. When his wife still lived, she kept him in line and helped him stay in a more liberal mindset. With her death, however, he fell into a deep depression that is certainly not aided by his mood swings that come from being a creature of the night. He's begun to brood daily in her absence and has been known to shut himself away from the rest of the coven in a fit. It's childish, and he knows it, but he refuses to admit it aloud. His conservative outlook on the world has always been a part of him, but it was subdued by his more liberal wife. His conservatism comes from his childhood as the eldest son of a wealthy patrician in Ancient Rome where he didn't have to worry about the plebeians. Caius is stuck believing that humans are unworthy and rank below vampires, for humans are more wasteful and ungrateful (in his eyes). Really, he just blames them for his wife's death. Caius is known to be over dramatic at times when brooding. He'll brood for hours upon hours in loud voices. Yet, he has managed to retain some of his chivalrous charm from centuries ago. He carries an old-timey charm when not brooding, and he usually speaks without the use of contractions or in bizarre syntaxes since he originally had no use for syntax when he spoke Latin. One of his other few redeeming qualities is his virtuosic abilities. Caius has managed to master most, if not all, instruments. His rooms are filled with instruments and spare parts for all of them. His favorites are the guitar and piano. He's a broken spirit, really, for the only person he ever loved was stolen from him. Caius feels, of course, but he prevents himself from feeling too much or exposing himself least he loses another.


Hobbies:
  • Plucking the strings of a guitar, beating out a rhythm on drums, or basically making music by any means
  • Going out to clubs and bars and watching humans
  • Reading and rereading books, especially classic literature, for those are the only books that seem to get history spot-on. He has no tolerance for modern day vampire romance novels.
  • Brooding and criticizing humans
Habits:
  • Runs his tongue over his fangs (or where his fangs would be) when he thinks
  • Slips into different accents while speaking
  • Reminisces and thinks often about old companions or events he was a part of
Oddities:
  • Finds it difficult to feel remorse for actions committed against a human
  • Hastens past alley ways because he's afraid that, if a hurt human is there who is infected, he won't be able to stop himself from attacking and poisoning himself.
Likes/Loves:
  • Music. Any genre, minus extremely explicit or pointless rap.
  • Solitude
  • Alcohol, though he can't get drunk. Still, it tastes good.
  • Driving aimlessly through the city
  • Visiting museums
Dislikes/Hates:
  • The modern romanticism of vampirism
  • Careless, ignorant human beings
  • Being disagreed with
  • Being called "old" or "close-minded"
  • When history is inaccurately portrayed




What's Done Is Done




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Biography
Place Of Origin: Rome, Roman Republic

Birth Date: November 14th, 100 BC

History
Two thousand years. Two thousand years of pain and suffering and living longer than anything he's known. Two thousand years. Caius was the eldest son of an eldest son, making him next in line for his father's land and wealth when his grandfather died at war. His father, being a patrician of the gens Aurelia was a wealthy man who expected great things of his son. Caius certainly did not disappoint. He was an extremely athletic child, so by the time he was eighteen, he enlisted as a soldier. The combination of political power and skill allowed the young man to climb the ranks swiftly. After ten years in the army, he left to learn the ways of a senator. During his learning, his father had him marry the daughter of a political adversary, hoping to secure the bond between their feuding families. The twenty-eight year old was reluctant, to say the least, for his wife did not care in the slightest for him. Nevertheless, he wed her at the command of his father.

For five years, they lived together in relative happiness. She bore him children and stayed out of his business. Caius's father passed, leaving the young Roman wealthy and in a high place in society. Life was blissful, to say the least. He was appointed to the Roman senate in 72 BC. Of course, it couldn't last. Walking home one night, he was pushed roughly into a wall. Though he fought back valiantly, Caius was no match for his attacker. She dug her teeth into his neck. As he lay on the cobblestone, bleeding, she looked down at the young man with pity. Before he blacked out, he felt a cold chill spread through his body. Then, there was darkness.

He awoke in his bed at home, feeling weak and cold. His wife stood by his bedside, brow furrowed, and brushed some hair from his forehead. The scent of blood, coming from a cut she'd received while sowing, overwhelmed him. Before Caius could react, he'd dried out the body of his wife. It was remarkably easy to pull off as an accident, but Caius was revolted by the experience. When he was not working, he was researching his condition. Unfortunately, there wasn't much literature on vampirism at the time. In fact, he'd later go on to write a few tomes on the condition. Life dragged on. Slowly, he began to realize he would never age. By 44 BC, when he helped murder Caesar, Caius realized he would need to disappear from the public, or risk being hunted. He left his two sons half of his estate and married his daughters off. With his remaining money, he purchased a farm and oversaw it. From here, he watched Rome conquer and plunder...and plummet. After its fall, he left Rome, sold his land, and moved with the Normans to what would inevitably become the next empire: England. Again, he set up a farm. Assited by the feudal system, it expanded and grew larger than most plots of land. Life grew mundane.

By then, he was a highly regarded member of England. In fact, he was the recipient of many titles. Though he was already over nine hundred years old, he still appeared young. When he was offered a bride by a fellow lord, he was reluctant, but as he got to know the woman, he warmed up to her. Her name was Lydia, and she was certainly one of the most beautiful women he'd met. On their wedding night, he announced in a hushed whisper that he was a vampire. Initially, she was revolted and terrified. For a while, she refused to speak to him, and she avoided him at all costs. Half a year into their marriage, she finally approached him with a single request. Lydia asked that he allow her to join him in his eternal damnation. He was conflicted, of course, for he had no want to inflict this punishment on another being. Nevertheless, he turned her that night.

Years flew by. The young couple stayed young forever and fed periodically off of the serfs who worked for them. In the dark castle he had built, they wandered around. At night, they raced through the surrounding woods and reveled in the moonlight. By the 1700s, however, life had grown mundane. Caius suggested, late one night, that they sell their belongings and move to the new colonies in America. Lydia eagerly agreed and, with the equivalent of millions of dollars, they boarded a ship and crossed over the Atlantic. Once there, Caius had a plantation commissioned in South Carolina. Though Lydia was extremely vocal about her hate for slavery, Caius had little problem with it. After all, serfs had been the norm for roughly five hundred years. When they Revolutionary War occurred, he stayed a Loyalist, but Lydia wished to leave their ties to England behind. After the Patriots won, he begrudgingly accepted the idea of a President.

As the 1800s began, Lydia threatened to leave him if he continued keeping slaves. So, reluctantly, he sold their property again and moved North to take part in the Industrial Revolution. They moved into a large home in New York and purchased a large clothing factory. It was here, in 1850, that he met a young Alastair Devlin. The Civil War initially angered Caius greatly, for he felt it imposed upon the inalienable rights. Throughout his life, servitude had never fazed him. When Alastair lost his family, Caius and Lydia took the man in as the child they had never been able to have.

With the discovery of steel and the early manufacturing of cars, Caius decided to pick up and move to Detroit where he could take part in some part of the Gilded Age. Instead of purchasing a corporation this time, Caius and Lydia bought a house and settled down. Other vampires flocked to Detroit with them. It was here that Caius formed the Detroit coven. Lydia was originally his Regent, and he made Alastair a Prelate. Again, life was relatively normal (how normal could a bloodsucking man be?) Slowly, as America grew more liberal, so did he. The revelry of the 1920s reminded him of his care-free racing through the woods in England. When the Depression hit, he and Lydia were hardly affected, for they had never really trusted banks.

His life picked up again when, in the 60s, he embraced rock. Caius eagerly taught himself the ins and outs of the guitar. He grew his hair out and embraced the gritty sounds of modern music. He was neither for, nor against activity in Vietnam. He merely followed Lydia to anti-war rallies. In fact, she was the one who introduced him to the new music he so readily embraced.

The discovery of the AIDS virus took its toll not only on humans, but on vampires. Caius was certainly aware of the idea of blood poisoning. He had already consumed some blood during the Black Plague that nearly killed him. Lydia was too young to remember that. Carelessly, she fed on a woman she found walking down the alley. In the end, Lydia emptied the woman of her plasma. Everything afterwards happened too quickly. Before Caius knew it, Lydia was lying in her death bed, tears streaming down her face as she clutched his hand. With her dying breath, she made him promise that this wouldn't happen to another vampire.

He became far darker after her death. Caius blamed mankind for his wife's death. Where she had seen innocence, he saw corruption. Mankind were disgusting, horrific creatures. He thought back to his years as a slave holder. In a vote, blood slavery was approved, and the industry within the American (and international) covens slowly took shape. To organize the trade more effectively, clubs began to form around the world where vampires could come freely to drink and hire on new blood slaves. Caius knew, however, that he would need to keep a tight leash on any potential blood slave of his. While out on the town at night, he met Annelise, and she shared her story with him. Seizing the opportunity, he told her his own story and took the lonely girl in. He believes existence is pointless now, yet he has done nothing to end it, showing he may still have some faith in humanity.

Happiest Memory: Marrying Lydia and living in England with her
Saddest Memory: Losing Lydia after she was poisoned




Face Claim: Tom Hiddleston

So begins...

Caius Dubois's Story

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“I'm coming home, little brother...”





Lyndi thought back to a week ago when the power had gone out at Blood Bath. It wasn't the power outage that had Caius' Coven on edge, but the mysterious disappearance of the two humans that were within. They had disappeared in the darkness and neither Eret nor Artemus could explain how it happened, only that one moment they were there and when the lights came on... They weren't. Caius had sent out Artemus and some few other Sentries as well as Lyndi and some of the Liaisons to track them down but they had all come up empty handed.

They scoured the streets of Detroit and made contact with all of their connections but nobody seemed to know anything about them. It was frustrating. It was a blow to Lyndi's pride, not being able to track down two humans after an entire week. Tracking people and killing them... It was her thing and now she couldn't even do that? She tried not to think too much about it as she graced the threshold of Blood Bath, closing and locking the door behind her.

She couldn't worry about those two humans right now. Not when she had something far worse to report. She gave a nod to those she passed, lifting a brow at Eret. He'd always gaped at her and seemed at a loss for words when she passed by and he looked entirely too familiar. Still, she hadn't had time to ask him to take a picture if he was intent on staring at her all the time. Her march lead her through the halls, up and down stairs, and straight to Caius' door.

She pushed it open without knocking, sighing at the sight of Jessica kneeling at Caius' feet like some puppy worshiping its master. “Beat it, groupie. You're completely irrelevant at this point in time.” Her tone was commanding and cool, contrasting against the soft expression in her red eyes. Jessica seemed ready to peep up and speak out but a single step forward, uncrossing her arms from her chest, seemed to let the human know that Lyndi wasn't playing.
As soon as the girl had left, her gaze fell to Caius. “We've got a problem, darling. A big one.”

He had hardly left Blood Bath since the entire affair had begun. Doing so was too risky, for it could encourage more humans to enter the club. Paranoia consumed him, and although he succeeded in keeping this from at least the blood slaves, he knew there were a few vampires who could sense the tension in the air. It was only in his room, his sanctuary, that he felt comfortable. In there, the air was only thick with the sound waves of his record player.

Jim Morrison's soft yet deep voice echoed about the room. Caius had draped himself along an antique chaise and kept time by tapping against his thigh until Lyndi entered, disrupting the scene. He leapt slightly when the door opened without warning. He'd feared, of course, that they'd been discovered. Jessica, whom he hadn't even been fully aware of until then, began to retreat as Lyndi grew menacing.

Caius slowly resumed his lounging. He turned his head to face her, however, showing his nearly-black irises, indicating he had just fed from the young girl who presently hurried from the scene. The Doyen gave a soft sigh. "Does it have anything to do with the human predicament?" he replied, attempting to sound blasé. She would, he knew, be able to see past the short response. The quick flicker of his eyes about the room would betray him. "Any news?"

“Nobody can find them. Six of us have been searching Detroit up and down for seven days and we couldn't find them. Not even a hint of a scent of them.” She ground her teeth at the thought, closing her eyes before leaning against the doorway. “But our problem is bigger than that...” She took a moment to compose herself before moving towards Caius, promptly sitting upon him and directing her gaze to meet his with an intense stare. “We reached out to contacts in and out of the city to see if they might know anything... But nobody reached back.”

She let her words sink in for a moment before shaking her head, a perplexed expression on her face. “I reached out further, beyond state lines. Covens are disappearing. Three small ones here in Detroit, about seven in the surrounding towns and cities. Nomads are starting to turn up missing as well.” Despite her somewhat disturbed expression, she managed to keep a calm tone. “There are... Rumors. Of Hunters... But I haven't seen one since the ninth century. Even then, it was just one...”

He didn't even bother to conceal the frown that graced his features then. It wasn't a frown aimed at her, but it was a frown stemming from disappointment nonetheless. Caius watched her brace herself, and he sat up slightly on the chaise just before she perched herself atop him without warning. For just a moment, she reminded him of Lydia. The fervor with which she spoke reflected the woman he had married centuries ago. He forced himself, however, into the present to deal with the far more pressing matters.

"No..." he said softly, brow furrowing in concern. "They are a dead species, eradicated by our kind." Yet what else would explain such a scenario? He frowned again, turning his head away slightly and propping it up on a fist as he thought, nearly reminiscent of a Renaissance piece. "Suppose the humans were agents..." He trailed off, for he knew he and Lyndi shared a similar thought process in regards to the topic at hand. "It does not add up..." His eyes narrowed slightly, annoyed with the enigma that troubled him now. He wanted to act, and he knew they ought to, but it was difficult to come to a decision not knowing the enemy in question.

She easily followed his train of thought, as it was something that she had feared as well when she was mapping out scenarios earlier. “With how the humans have disappeared without a trace and now it seems that Covens are disappearing so quickly in only a matter of a single week -- many of which were patrons of the club -- perhaps it was Hunters. The humans could have been agents scouting the place for signs of Vampires. They found their evidence and disappeared into thin air and all of a sudden, our patrons are disappearing just as quietly as the humans.”

She tilted her head some, her vision going blurry as she disappeared within the confines of her mind. “It's possible that those humans weren't agents. Just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But I feel that the greater issue is the disappearances. But, not just that...”

She seemed bereft to continue further, her jaw clenching as her voice seemed to fade out. “We all went out... When our contacts never reached back, we dropped in on them. Those who weren't missing were just dead. Whoever is doing this... They're sending a message. It could be a psycho elder on the loose...” Her hands had found each other, gripping tightly. She'd been around for over a thousand years and never had she met a Vampire that she was afraid of. However, the entire situation was one that was frightening. She'd have to be a fool to not swallow her pride and admit that it was, at the very least, disturbing. “Whoever it is... They don't like us.” She pulled out her phone and opened up her gallery, passing the device to Caius so that he could witness himself the massacres she'd stumbled upon. “I cleaned it all. Burned the bodies and scattered the ashes...”

She found her teeth grinding together again and she had become so lost in thought that she didn't notice the man standing in the doorway with two women and another man that looked familiar. She kept a cool demeanor and regarded them all with a curious gaze, immediately dropping their conversation and tilting her body some so that they would not see the photographs. The man dressed in black, who appeared to be their leader, gave a soft laugh and held his hands up in mock surrender.
“Easy, lovely. I don't want any trouble. I've simply stopped by to make sure my little brother is still alive.” There was a gleam in his red eyes as he looked directly at Caius, moving a hand to rub at his stubble.

“I see he's doing well enough -- Productive business, plenty of playthings... Lovely companion.” He lifted a brow suggestively before holding his arms out. “Now, come and give me a hug, Cai! It's been eons.”
Caius nearly ordered the four who entered the room out of the room instead, for he had been intently listening to Lyndi's story, processing the information she provided for him. He still held the phone in his hands as he looked up at the man before the others, a grin spreading on his lips already. Initially, Caius wanted to yell at the man for his obvious arrogance. How dare he stride in here, assume Caius would see him? The memories came flooding back in just a few seconds.

Two dark-haired boys raced about the enclosed garden of their parents' home. One was built more strongly than the other, and he threw himself at the younger one. They tumbled about for a moment until they came to a pause, the stronger one pinning the lesser built one down. "I've got you, Lucius!" he cried, grinning gleefully down at the older boy.

"Lucius..." Caius found himself mouthing, unable to even put volume behind his words. The phone fell from his grip as he squirmed out from under Lyndi. He rushed forward and embraced the other man tightly, one arm about his neck and the other holding his head.

"We had thought you were dead..." he breathed, finally finding it within himself to form words. He held on to Lucius as if breaking his hold would cause his brother to disappear once more. "You are...oh Gods, you are alive."

Lyndi caught the phone before it hit the ground, taking a stand in the background with her arms crossed over her chest. Lucius quickly pulled Caius into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around him and squeezing tightly. “Ah, don't start crying.” He pulled back and observed Caius before giving a laugh. “Lets see you try to pin me down this time, o mikrós aderfós.”

He caught Lyndi giving a nod as her suspicion of their relation to be confirmed. “Oh, now who is this tasty morsel?” He moved past Caius to take her hand, kissing her knuckles gently. “I tease. I know who you are, Satt Óg Samlyndi Asgersdottir. And I brought something -- well, someone -- who's been waiting over a thousand years to meet you.”

Lyndi lifted her chin, clearly perturbed that he didn't just know her, but knew her full name. She narrowed her eyes at him but he chuckled knowingly and motioned for the blond male in his company to join the pair. He turned to the two women and Caius, motioning towards the door. “I think we should let them speak alone. Why don't you let me buy you some drinks, Cai?”

Lyndi's eyes absorbed the features of the blond young man in front of her and she tilted her head to the side as she allowed her memories to fly back over the centuries. It wasn't until she recollected her younger years, her first century as a Vampire. She remembered his face in the dark of night, lying alongside so many others, stained with blood and quickly losing his color. “Holy shit...” She took a step back and the younger Vampire reached out to steady her with strong hands. “Actually, it's Thor.”





Despite Lucius's comment, Caius could feel himself growing emotional before his brother. Too long he had lived in the presence of vampires far too young to call themselves his equal. To see his brother again after these years was as much a touching reunion as it was a long awaited salvation. He couldn't help that he was terribly nostalgic either.

He didn't resist, of course, when Lucius beckoned him out of the room. In a manner similar to that of a dog following his master, Caius walked hastily asfter his brother at a gait similar to a trot. Unsure what to say after such a sudden reappearance of a brother he had thought dead for years, Caius stayed silent. Finally, however, curiosity got the best of him as he took a seat at the bar beside the older vampire. "All this time...where have you been?" he asked softly. "Why haven't you made contact?"

Lucius guided his brother and the two women to the bar, pausing by Eret. “Not my business, mate. But if you want to drop the I'm your progeny bomb on the valkyrie, you might wanna go do it now.” He nodded towards the direction in which Lyndi had gone before taking a seat at the bar and ordering for them all. “Three scotches. O positive and B neg mixed in.” As their drinks were prepared, he turned to his brother. “Fair questions,” he admitted with a nonchalant nod. Scratching at his stubble, he made pretend as if wondering where to start before he spoke again.

“I spent some time alone before I got tossed, traveled a bit. I ended up being turned -- quite willfully, I might add -- and my Maker showed me about the world. I thought to come back a time or two but by the time I had returned, mother and father were dead and I had no clue as to where you were. I thought to seek you out, but I'll admit that I was ashamed. I wondered what you might think of me, a bloodsucking creature of the night. We didn't exactly leave off on a good note. I thought you'd be better off without me. So, I wandered. I ended up picking up Thor, that viking back there. Along with these two lovelies.” He motioned to the two female vampires enjoying a bite from one of Caius' many blood slaves.

“Alexandra, the lovely dear, is from England. Tenth century Wessex. She was nearly the Queen but I had to save her from the chopping block. Ianka, my little Solnyshka, is a gypsy. From Russia. Seven hundred years ago, I turned her. Just because. These are my only two progenies, my pride and joy.” He beamed a smile at the pair, both of whom smiled back with bloody faces and a "pleased to meet you" directed to Caius in unison. Lucius turned back to his brother before taking a swig of the scotch that had been served. “I hadn't found out that you were still walking the earth until a few months ago. I wasn't sure whether or not I should show up, but as you can see, I decided to take the chance. I couldn't let things remain so sour and I couldn't just keep going and not let you know that I was alright.”

Caius listened intently, enraptured by his brother's tale. Indeed, he had never thought it possible that his brother might have, all this time, been alive and well. Caius found himself unsure of whether or not Lucius looked the way he had all those years ago. Two centuries of life had resulted in quite a faded memory of his own brother's face.

He followed Lucius's gaze as they looked back at the two female vampires who were also in the room. For just a moment, he noticed the way Lucius gazed at the two. It seemed to Caius to be, indeed, a look of pride. Caius nodded back at them politely. "The pleasure is all mine," he said quickly.

His eyes, burgundy in color, settled once more upon Lucius. There was still so much he wished to hear. Too much. "I'm grateful you came to me, brother," he said after a pause. Indeed, he was. In fact, he smiled back at his brother, his limp black hair falling in front of his face. "It'll be wonderful finally having someone of my age here."
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