Mordred

True name: Long forgotten
Nickname: Mordred
Age: At some point you stop caring about your age.
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Place of birth: Nymmerwell
Current residence: Everywhere and nowhere


Mordred has been a vampire for a long time. He has seen a lot and it al left its scars upon him but like all scars, they fade when you give them enough time. And he hates it. All scares have a story to tell, both mental and physical scars and they shape you. New scars keep coming and coming until you stop caring. When they fade, a part of you also fades with them. That is what happened with Mordred. He stopped caring about life and about himself or others. And he hates it.




That is also what happened to Mordred. He used to be a cheerful guy that loved his life. Every day was a new adventure and he was always testing his limits because he liked it. Not a day went by that he did not leave his house. He really enjoyed every day of his life. If there would still be people alive that knew him they, they would not recognize the guy anymore. His emotions are very basic and not as explicit like they once were. He has buried them deep inside for a very long time, but now he wants them back. He hates his life, but he wants to live. Live like he did before. He wants to go back in time so he can feel true emotions again, but he does not want to die. Now he does extreme things, only to feel something.


Most memories he has are ancient history by now. Even Mordred himself can't remember all the important events or people in his life. To him, they are nothing anymore. Or at least that is what he believes. He always carries a diary with him. The diary that once belonged to his little sister. It is old and it would almost break just by looking at it. But he keeps it with him all the time and he knows every word written in it, he can tell every story written.
Now he is always looking for something he has lost a long time ago; himself. For that, he will go through fire or worse. For a long part of his life, he was part of a seethe. At that time he liked the idea to be with his own kind. It were monstrous times with lots of blood and death. He liked it there at first, but after many years it got boring. Many people died by his hand, but after a while, he killed less and less. Not because he didn't like it anymore, it was because it didn't give him the same feeling anymore. That let him do the most unspeakable thing. Every vampire of the seethe died one day. Killed by his hand, hoping that he would feel bad about what he'd done. He even almost died during the process, but barely survived. And for what? He felt something, but the feeling was not as strong as he had hoped for. In fact, he couldn't even point out what he was feeling and if it was really guilt. But he knew that was not what he was hoping for.