<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">The God that created the vampires has crash landed on the planet. The true king of vampires he holds their fate in the palm of his hand. He is traveling the world to regain the part of his memory he has lost. the how he came to be on the planet. He remembers what he is and who he is but not how it is he has come to be on this planet. The new queen of vampires finds him wandering aimlessly. his scent like a vampires yet so different it was intoxicating in its own right.</span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/man-1-1-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Nevaris "Nev" Dracul<br/>God Of Vampires<br/>Age UNKNOWN<br/><br/>Nevaris stood on top of the galaxy. Or something like that. He was a god feared even by the Gods of Death such as Hades. He was the god that shouldn't be but was. The only god of his kind. God of the undead. He looked down to watch his creations. He was hated and feared by all the gods even the ones of death. It was because he dealt with a race that he created in his image. The vampire race was his children. His spawn if you will. He created them and in secret they have flourished. He was heading down to the cloud line when a black light flashed before his eyes. A loud cracking sound in his mind as he hurtled towards the planet. His head throbbing and all could think of was what the hell just hit me? Somewhere he knew what it was.<br/><br/>As he hurtled towards the ground...he quickly crash landed into it. Standing up on shaky legs. Walking with a stumble towards the nearest building and fell to his knees. Falling face first and lay there panting with his head to the side. He groans and says. "This is more pain than a god should feel. Maybe one of my creations will happen along. Nevaris...you old dog...your in for a world of danger now." He mutters when he realized he couldn't get back to the realm of the gods.