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Raxis
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Born in the year 1503, Nostradamus lived a life of pain, and treachery. Within his first years he lost his sister as one of the horsemen came to collect her, her death by the great plague was all that could sate the creature. Nostradamus was not gladdened by this, his heart grew heavy and his eyes wept tears of blood, that he could live and his sister die hurt his very soul and mind. He was expelled from college when it was found that he had been an apothecary once, this brought sorrow upon him.
Nostradamus grew from then on, in spirit, body and personality, he became a priest of the Catholic Church, and from there he sought to become more attuned, so that he could avoid the fate the horsemen had. However the church did not sit right with Nostradamus, they were callous and uncouth, and did not practice as they preached. Their greed knew no bounds as they backstabbed each other, formed groups, and even indulged in lecherous activities. So Nostradamus went to find another way, however somewhere in the midst of all this he began to hear a voice, predicting what would come.
Nostradamus sat alone on one night, in his arm chair, whilst studying, and glanced into the fire, but he could not tear his eyes away, the flame infused him wit sight beyond sight, and he foresaw the age of mankind's fall… the year that man would die out, and be replaced by creatures of the night.
It was after this that Nostradamus found followers, he was considered to be pagan. He had done the one thing that was considered anathema by the church; he had gotten married and even had children. However once again the horseman of plague decided to take them from Nostradamus, was he condemned to misery? He idly wondered daily. However he got on with his life, and eventually married again, when the scars had healed partially on his heart. He had six children with this woman, and his life felt joy once more. He carried on his prophecies, in fear of prosecution, however his relationship to the church was once again restored, as a healer and a prophet, for he never denied God's existence. Even when he was imprisoned for his publishing of his almanac he was gladdened once more.
He died of gout, which had become oedema during his lifetime, Nostradamus died. But then he rose, wounded yes, and not alive; he was mighty once more, his body younger, and stronger than it had ever been before… he was a vampire, one of the nosferatu, a child of the night. He had not prophesied this in his life, however he kept seeing and writing, and he could see an age of dragons and beasts being fought by the creatures of the night, and he slept, from 1600 until the war ended he had slept, now he has risen once more …
[More to come]
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Nice for the beginning.
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Raxis
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Thanks
Not my best work. I am better when I create worlds for fantasy writing, or writing lyrics for my band.
Will hopefully have another up soon 
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His awkening heralded the war he had prophesied. War, Plague, Pestilence and Death all collected souls for armageddon. The world was coming to its end, as he read into history he could see that all of his signs had come true only in the past few decades, and now man was killing each other, creating havoc in the names of Gods and beliefs. Nostradamus pitied them, he had temporarily taken the guise of Raxis, for this way he could move about without people realising who he was.
The chaos was insidious at first, seeping into the minds of those who were weak of will and of heart. They could not stand against this mighty force, and soon they became bitter. Humankind started it's demise thorugh smallscale arguements, leading to brawling and murder, and eventually into a full scale nuclear war.
However Nostradamus was immune to this chaos, being one borne of it himself. He watched with interest and horror, what he had forseen he had hoped was a lie, but not to be so. His eyes fell upon a wounded woman, he could see her crying as her child bit into her left breast whilst she tried to feed it, the weapons had caused his vampiric influence to spread through the area, the children born and the parents were slowly turning into the horror that he was, he had seen this too. And there did Plague stand upon the hill, armour gleaming and his horse by his side.
Nostradamus cursed the horseman, but the damage was done. So the ex-priest set out to heal mankind, he knew he would need now leave them as vampires, but maybe he could bring them a new knowledge and a new hope, but his sight did not work, he could not see the future any longer, except the very shreds of the final end, on which he would not push... and so he took two Uzi's and made his way into the lands as Raxis...
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