"We are approaching a forked road in the future of sapient species. There is simply not enough room for both predator and prey to be the dominate species. In the end, either we shall fall to extinction, hunted to the last, or we shall rise and subjugate humanity, ushering in a new era. There is no alternative. "
⌈Full Name⌋
Nabu S. Utultar (Na-Boo Ool-Tool-Tar)
⌈Nicknames⌋
Hayate Kazou, the name of the man whose body he currently resides in and currently using.
Sanguinis Domini, a name the underworld of 14th century Italy knew him by.
Tiran Noch', a dark name that once floated around 11th century Russia
Xiēzi, a seldom known name of a monster in an ancient Chinese tale.
Other lesser known nicknames and alias have followed him over the centuries.
⌈Age⌋
A little over a thousand, born in Iraq under the Buwayhid
⌈Gender⌋
Male
⌈Species⌋
Vampire
⌈Nationality⌋
Arabic, current body's nationality is Japanese.
⌈Face Claim⌋
Amon - Legend of Korra//Toshizo Hijikata - Hakuouki
Nabu has gone through a few bodies, but his current one is not an overly impressive one standing at 6'1 and he is not very large. While, like most vampire, he has his share of muscle mass, he is by no means a model of a warrior god. His body is lithe and toned, with wiry muscles running under his body more suited to agility and speed then pure strength as he is not winning any arm wrestling contest soon. His legs and arms are both very long, giving him a very slender look that he mockingly calls a 'stick figure'. He has no behind to speak off, very flat. His hips are narrow, dangerously close to being called 'boyish'. His redeeming qualities in terms of his physical body is his wide shoulders and large hands with long fingers which he is fairly proud of but does gives him a rather odd figure, almost like a very thin triangle with his body getting thinner as it goes further down.
He is what is described as an 'attractive' man. His jaw is sharp and strong, with high cheek bones, thin arching eyebrows and sharp almond eyes gives him a very refined, almost, regal appearance which is completely at odds with his station at life. His eyes are always what garners the most attention as they are very sharp and clear crystal blue that do nothing to hide what he is thinking or feeling. His very soul and being seems to reveal itself in his fierce blue eyes that are either constantly searching for something only he could see, dulled in memory, or dancing with amusement. His long flowing black hair reaches the middle of his back and is usually hidden by his mask and hood.
His voice is a baritone that holds a quality of calm and controlled, it is almost soothing as there is a soft rumble at the end of his words. He constantly has the faint scent of lavender hanging about him and he has a silver chain necklace that hangs around his neck with an old bronze ring hanging form the bottom, beyond that faint smell, is the scent of cherry wood and soil, he has a very earthy scent, but it is far from being over-whelming.
"Monsters? An odd thing to say. The only real difference between us and humanity is our... dietary choice. Tell me, young one, if one is born forced to be 'evil', and the other chooses to be 'evil', which is the true monster?"
Madman, visionary. Monster, savior. He is all of them, yet none of them. Nabu is a man divided, a man broken and shattered into a thousand different pieces all held together by the mask he wears over his face. The mask that has become a rallying cry among his kind, and a symbol of hatred and fear among the humans who are cursed with the knowledge of their existence. Yet, despite his claims, the mask is merely a mask. A tool that allows Nabu to hold onto the last of his sanity, the last true piece of his soul he has left that isn't blacked, shriveled, and shredded. Nabu is an enigma to everyone, even those who claim to know him the best, those who have been at his side the longest, no one truly knows what thoughts play behind his strong blue eyes, no, all they see is strength and passion as he desires them to see, as if he were to be honest, even he does not know who he is anymore.
On the surface, in front of his followers, Nabu is the charismatic and strong leader who always seems to know what to do. Who always seems to have a grand master plan, his voice filled with conviction and strength that almost compels people to follow him into whatever dark abyss he leads them into. Nothing seems to faze him, nothing seems to unsettle him, he is strong and resilient, determined to the point of obsession. A man that stands with refined composure and eloquent speech. His mask has become something of an icon and symbol to the lower ranks and underworld society, despite him using a fake name, the mask is known as the 'Mask of Nabu'. How someone learned of that name, Nabu does not know. But beneath this mask, beneath the exterior of the determined, charismatic leader, lies another man entirely.
A man willing to see the world burn for his own ideals to come to pass, for his desired future to take hold. Men, women, children are all acceptable losses. Monster and human, acceptable losses. The guilty and the innocent, they are all the blood debt to be paid for the future of their kind. Yet there are times, when Nabu is stricken with doubt, are his kind worth saving? They are, indeed, monsters, some have pure intentions, many are merely men and women just like the humans trying to survive, but at their core, they can do nothing but destroy, prey on the life blood of another species to stay alive, a parasite. But... are humans any better? They fight and destroy the world with their petty squabbles. They corrupt and defile anything they touch, but... are his kind really so different from the humans? Can he truly say that his kind would not have ended up as they did?... But what if... none of the races are worthy of salvation? What if... just what if... he should destroy them all? Let the world burn so that new life may spring anew in their ashes?
One many would not believe, as despite all of it, Nabu is someone who enjoys a quite and relaxing evening read a book or watching television. Not quite the demonic figure that many would believe, in fact, he often amuses himself by thinking of what he 'should' be doing like pacing back and forth in a dark dungeon or sleeping in his dark, evil coffin, but the imagination of humans are none of his concern. Instead, he will sit and enjoy his television, be it a movie whose title interest him, the weather, or even a childish cartoon. At the same time, when alone, Nabu tends to allow his mind to wander in which other parts of him start to come out. He generally only relaxes to this level around his most 'trusted' of associates as their leader must remain strong and spotless in order to provide the strength necessary to lead.
The last layer is one he shows to no one and that is Nabu, the broken wanderer. When alone, Nabu takes off his mask and lays it on top of the piano where he plays as his mind leaves him, his fingers dancing as his mind roams to swim through his eons of memories... those that still remain with him. The sad notes drifting throughout the building as Nabu lets go of all that allowed him to take that other step. To let him push on, each night he is haunted by the same pair of deep brown eyes that stare at him begging for something he knows not what, a long forgotten voice screaming for him as a tear manages to slip down his cheek. He does this routine every day, until finally, sleep takes him.
"The mask is merely there for my own sake. The mask and I are one and the same. The flesh underneath, however, is a lie. A deception for the rest of the world to see. Nothing more then a costume, a suit of clothes, easily replaced and forgotten."
☢ Essence Transference || The secret behind how he has survived for so long. Essence Transference is a very powerful, but draining ability, it allows the user to snap off parts of their souls and put it within other beings. The other being has to be willing to take a piece of his soul within them, but once it is inside, it cannot be removed. He can experience their feelings, sense where they are no matter where in the world they are, speak to them with his mind, and should his current body die, he can take over their body which will house the rest of his soul. The transference is never 100%, so every time he does it, he loses a tiny piece of himself. He will forget some of his memories, he loses feeling, both physical and mental. His soul completely takes over and destroys whatever was in the vessel before hand, whatever they were before is gone, they become only the Vampire Nebo. Nebo has 'fallen' more then a few times, but thanks to his Essence Transference, death has yet to claim him.
☢ Adoptive Muscle Memory || Any physical actions Nebo sees, he can perfectly replicate. This makes him incredibly dangerous in hand to hand as he will learn the opponents fighting style, and even how to predict it, by fighting them. It also allows him to master any form of physical combat incredibly quickly, and indeed, Nebo is a master in many forms of combat from various martial arts, swordplay and even the use of conventional firearms.
☢ Speed || All vampires are fast, but Nebo takes it a level beyond this. His speed is blinding and legendary with few beings able to hope to keep up with him. His eyes are equally as fast able to see and perceive most objects as if they were moving in slow motion. Coupled with his Adoptive Muscle Memory, and Nebo is deadly in close quarters.
⌈Likes⌋
❤ The Rain|| There is something beautiful and cleansing about the rain.
❤ The Moon|| Its pale beauty has a way of calling to the soul, although at times, it mocks me, its radiance just out of reach.
❤ Television|| I admit to having an odd fascination with it.
❤ Reading|| Books have a way of enlightening the mind and satisfying the soul.
❤ Wit|| There is something refreshing about a sharp wit and clever banter.
❤ Music|| While I am not overly fond of 'modern' music, I do enjoy music. While I have grown adept at a few lesser known instruments, I am rather fond of the piano.
❤ Animals|| While their blood is venomous, I can't help but enjoy them.
❤ Art|| I am not overly fond of 'modern' art, but true art is one of the few things humanity has ever offered the world.
❤ Modern Weaponry|| If humans have one skill, it is crafting new tools of death.
⌈ Dislikes⌋
✘ Humanity|| For the most part, I detest the sniveling cesspit that is humanity. It is a disgusting society, and while I admit there are a few human beings who rise above their fellows, they are not enough to redeem their pathetic species. They must fall for us to prosper.
✘ 'Celebrities'|| They are pathetic excuses for sentient beings. Why the pathetic masses of humanity carry and hold them up as idols is baffling.
✘ Airplanes|| Flying is unsettling.
✘ Ghouls|| Like humanity, there are a few exceptions. But only a few. For the most part, their race is nothing but mindless drones looking for their next meal. They are nothing more then rabid dogs and should be treated as such.
✘ Modern Technology|| Despite my best efforts, 'software' continues to astound and baffle me, I despise when something escapes me
✘ Traitors|| We stand on the precipice of a new era, I will not allow weaklings who cannot stomach what must be done to stand in my way.
✘ Idealist|| Naivety benefits no one.
⌈Strengths & Weaknesses⌋
✔ Charismatic|| Nabu is incredible charismatic, able to bring most people to see his side of the debate. He uses his powerful personality to bring about his vision for the future and act upon his plans. He relies upon it and enjoys utilizing it. Nothing pleases him more then convincing someone to join him in his cause.
✔ Ruthless|| At his core, there is nothing Nabu would not do in order to accomplish his goals. Torture, murder, destruction, all of them are mere tools to see his desired future come to pass.
☠ Technology|| Nabu has yet to get a grasp on modern technology. Any software astounds him, as he has to begin to understand how to work computers, and he has no idea how to drive a vehicle.
☠ Pride|| A vampire who takes pride in his race and abilities, this often makes him over-confident more then willing to risk himself and his goals over small challenges. He is also rather condescending.
"These new humans, these... Kariudo are amusing. They have more in common with us then the rest of their misbegotten race. I will turn those who I can and break those who do not kneel. The future is waiting for us, I will not allow anyone, no matter their race, to stand in my way."
Nabu was born in a tiny village within a dark and dank cellar of an even smaller hovel hidden from the lights rays as he took in his first pitiful gasp of air. He was born to Kertosa and Chella, two of the oldest vampires and among the first of their species. Nabu was one of the rare purebreeds, having two pureblood vampires for parents, while this does not make him truly superior to others, back when such things were important, Nabu would have been considered of the highest caliber. It seemed time was not on their side as it is difficult to travel as a vampire, one has to be sure there is shelter nearby for when the sun raises as no vampire wants to be caught in its harsh rays as while they can endure them for awhile, it is a foolish vampire that allows their eternal life to be stolen by a stray beam, and Nabu had chosen to be born in the midst of this forcing the two to seek shelter in a small village. His birth was the ushering of an onslaught of blood, Chella weakened by her pregnancy, had to feed, and Kertosa provided. Every man, woman, and child in the village was killed, their throats turn out and drained into goblets for Chella and Nabu to consume. Thus began his life, covered in the blood of innocents.
Love and marriage are an... odd concept for the Vampire race. No one wishes to spend eternity alone, especially beings who will live to see it, so it is not unusual to find such pairings, but they do not tend to last. Chella and Kertosa's was one of such relationships. Kertosa, being the stronger of the two, easily claimed the toddler Nabu for his own and cast Chella out into the darkness, but he made a mistake that night. He spared her life. Her child stolen, her worldly possessions taken, her life shattered, Chella became consumed by grief but that was soon replaced by an all consuming rage. For ten years she plotted her revenge, her desire to see the man that had taken everything away from her burn. In truth, it mattered less and less what he took and only that he took. It had turned into an obsession, and on Nabu's fifteenth birthday, Chella struck.
Leading her haven of vampires that she had gathered, she attacked Kertosa and his group despite it being in middle of a small city. Panic, confusion and death filled the city. The vampires slaughtered each other and the humans, the blood flowing from them overpowering the common sense of many of them, and it soon turned into a blood frenzy. The city burned and at the center, Chella and Kertosa fought to the death. Standing alone, afraid, and lost was Nabu, the flames reflecting in his eyes, his mouth covered in the blood of vampire and human alike as he watched the two duel before his eyes. Chella's raged proved superior, and despite her wounds, she struck Kertosa down and with a mighty roar to the ash filled heavens, she tore his head from his body and held it in the sky, the blood pouring over her body as she proclaimed her victory. At that moment, Nabu heard a blood curdling scream, and he does not know if it was her or him, but before he realized what had happened, his hand was through her back and out her chest, her beating heart held in his hand.
It was a surreal moment. Chella's dark eyes falling onto her heart and then the slow turning of her head, the feel of her blood soaked hair on his cheek. In that moment, light seemed to return to her eyes as she recognized him. So lost in her obsession for revenge, she had forgotten the reason for her revenge. Reaching out with a shaky hand, she rubbed his cheek and told him she loved him. It was then that it clicked. Who she was. Until that moment, Nabu had thought her nothing but another vampire come to challenge his father's power as his mother was a distant memory long forgotten, and now she was with him again, dying in his arms... killed by his own hand.
He held her in his lap as she died, and she never let go of his face not until the strength finally left her. As if the gods themselves were giving her their blessing, the rain started to fall washing away the blood and putting out the fires... and unknown to all, washing the tears from a child's face. Just like at birth, Nabu became a man in the midst of an onslaught of blood.
For three hundred years, Nabu wandered the earth. People believe that the years would feel like an eternity, but as he got older, the years seemed to pass faster. Often he would pass right through a city or village, other times, he would become a part of the community for years, even decades, sometimes he was a butcher, other times a smith, he has even been a beggar more then a few times, but inevitably, the signs of feeding start to become too common no matter how safe he played it, so he would leave. He had traveled to the edge of the old world, from deserts to seas, to ridged mountains, to rolling hills, to dark forest... he wandered through the Europe and the Middle East. He stood on the streets of Jerusalem as it ran red with the blood of women and children, as he to, wearing the cross of Christ, cut down those that stood in his path as he took part in the blood frenzy.
Like all men, Nabu had his flings and experiences with women, fleeting as they were as nothing solid could ever be established. Most of the time, he fancied himself in love, but quickly realized it was nothing more then lust or childish infatuation. In his travels, he had even taken part in relationships with vampires, demons, and even a ghoul once, but they all fell apart as they were all just as world weary as he. All looking for something but knew not what they sought, or they constantly thought it was a rival or a trap as experience had long since froze their hearts and turned them bitter and cruel.
It was then that he headed east, far east into the exotic lands that lay beyond the dense jungles and cold tundra until he came upon the nation of China.
It was here that Nabu finally found love. He... can no longer remember her name or what she looked like, but he can remember her deep brown eyes, a large smile that lit up the land, and a warmth that called to him like a moth to a flame. She... was beautiful. He can feel it, deep in his bones, that she was beautiful. She was kind... naive, almost ignorantly so, but it gave her a warmth and kindness that few people will ever experience, a flickering candle light in a dark world that was far more precious that any vain treasure could ever hope to be.
He stayed with her for months, until they turned to years, until finally, he revealed who... what he was. At first, she did not understand, and when she did, she fled from him in fear, and it shattered his heart, but she came back, not minutes after and threw herself in his arms. He can't remember how she felt in his arms, her face... or the feel of her tears on his cheek, but he can remember how she smelt that day, like long grass after a fresh rain. To this day, the rain is something he loves as it reminds him of that moment. When he found acceptance and love in the arms of a mortal woman. She remains, to this day, the only women he had ever loved. Their nights dancing beneath the stars, the hushed whispers and caresses of nervous lovers... Nabu had long known about his power to put a part of his soul into others, but he did not fully understand what it did, but he knew it would be special, and so, he gave her a piece of his very soul and truly joined them for, what, he thought would be an eternity. But, he was not the only one who loved her.
Xian Shou, a great warrior and a good man was also in love with her and had been his entire life as they grew up together. He had intended to ask her to marry him when he finally became a ranking commander, but as he came to tell her of his intents, he saw them dancing in the star light... and he saw Nabu lean down, reveal his fangs, and dig them into her soft pale skin. He did what any man in love would do, he rushed forward to protect the woman he loved from the monster. Drawing his blade, he slashed and hacked at Nabu catching him by surprise and drawing blood only to watch the wound heal before his eyes confirming, in his mind, that Nabu was indeed a monster.
Caught by surprise and off guard, Nabu fled into the night leaving her behind. She tried to explain, tried to reason with him, but Xian Shou would have none of it. She was under some wicked spell by the monster of the night that crept beyond the confines of their village. Grabbing his weapon and armor, Xian Shou mounted his steed and set off into the wilderness after the beast. Her cries and pleas falling on deaf ears.
Xian Shou caught Nabu outside the door of a small farm, where he had intended to live with her, and challenged him. Desiring to end the life of the man who also desired her heart as well as hide her secret, Nabu agreed and the two of them met blade to blade underneath the night sky. Nabu was faster, stronger, and could read every move, but Xian Shou fought like a man possessed, a man in love, but it was still not enough. Nabu disarmed him and gripped his throat, his nails digging into the soft flesh as they drew blood. Nabu prepared to tear his throat out when he heard a scream, his eyes snapped up to see her holding her mouth as she stared at him with those big brown eyes, begging him to not do it. To not kill him, to not become a monster because he wasn't. This... momentary distraction was all Xian Shou needed, gripping his fallen blade, he rose up and stabbed Nabu through the heart. Gripping the handle, Nabu fell to his knees, but he was not done... not yet... but it seemed Xian was smart as well as skilled as he ripped the blade free and sliced once more, removing Nabu's head from his shoulders and killing the foul demon. The last thing he heard was the heart wrenching scream of a woman who had just lost everything. A scream... he could almost recall hearing once before... a lifetime ago.
Shou pulled her along with him, away from the corpse and back to their village where he shared his tale of how he defeated the Xiēzi and saved the life of the beautiful maiden. This story told to travelers, quickly spread around the nation as nothing more then a legend and fairy tail, but they did not get to see how the story ended. A week later... she died as Nabu's soul was forced into her body and crushed her own. Nabu opened his eyes... to find that he had become her. He had stolen her body... he had not died... instead he had killed the one person he had truly loved. He had traded her life for his. Nabu let out a scream of anguish in a voice that was not his own, fell to his knees and let the tears fall down an unfamiliar path as he tore out strands of long beautiful obsidian hair. With the pain, came the bloodthirst... the new body, forcibly converted into a vampire, desired blood. His shattered mind too lost to stop himself, he slaughtered every man, woman, and child in that village and drained them. Nabu's insane laughter filling the sky defiling her memory with every movement, with every breath...
Among the dead, Xian Shou was not. He had left to go to fight another war, and when he returned, he too screamed in the same anguish as Nabu as everything he loved had been taken from him.
Nabu wandered for awhile afterwards, he knows not for how long as it was all one long blur, but his mind could not handle the body he was in, and he soon made another transfer. Convincing a beggar to allow him to 'cast' a spell for a small amount of coins. Nabu was kind enough to wait for the man to spend them, to fill his stomach with warm food, to enjoy the rush of warm alcohol flooding through his veins before Nabu snapped his neck, her delicate bones giving way to his brute force, and he died once again... and a week later he took a new body.
He traveled the world once again, lost and without a purpose. He was only 'alive' in the strictest of definitions. He would die twice more in this period, once to a German Knight seeking revenge for his dead child that Nabu had feed on, and once again by his own hand as the body he occupied was no longer to his liking... but it was during this... this change due to his own childish preference that Nabu learned of the terrible cost. His memories. He could no longer remember her. The woman he had loved. While her memory haunted him, it had also given him warmth... now... he could not remember her. He still loved the phantom that existed in his memory, could still remember what he did, but... he could not remember her. Hayate Kozou was his newest, and preferably, last body. To remind him that it was merely flesh, Nabu bought a small mask in Japan, a child's plaything and put it on as his face was unimportant. His skin tone... unimportant... all unimportant. The flesh was a lie that his powers created, a stolen suit that was not his own, that he did not deserve to have... but it did not stop him from spreading pieces of his soul around... just to be sure.
With a new conviction, even without a purpose, Nabu started to build up his power. Amassing wealth, contacts, and a web of information that stretched across the world. Nabu had truly become like his mother and father, a Vampire Lord.
Through his information, Nabu learned quickly realized one simply fact. The number of his kind was increasing at a frightening pace. It would not be long before it was impossible to keep their existence secret, before humanity found out, before the inevitable hatred was thrown both ways, fear and envy of the other causing war and panic to spread throughout the world where one of them would suffer. If his kind lost, they would be hunted to extinction, perhaps a few would be allowed to live as 'refugees' and 'experiments' as he had no doubts that the greed of humans would push them to learn about their gifts and try to corrupt them and make them their own.
If his race won, humanity would become nothing more then cattle and slaves under the new dominate race on the planet, but... there was no true choice. If his race was to survive, to prosper, humanity had to suffer and fall. There was no other option, he decided that the match that set the inferno would be in Japan, the same place he 'found' himself in. There, in that tiny nation island, the hammer blow would fall and the world, itself, would shudder in the wake of the blow. Finally... He had a purpose again.
"The world is going to burn, it is an inevitability. The number of our kind will continue to grow until we are unable to hide, we will come to blows with the rest of humanity, what we are doing here, in this small nation on the edge of the world, is nothing more then seizing the initiative. Our kind or theirs, only one will be rebuilding civilization from the ashes, and I have no intention of losing."