Hrothulf
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Sobriquet: The Patricide or The Danish Diablerist
Appearance: Hrothulf was born a Dane in ancient England. His face bears a deep scar he got at the hands of a Roman soldier. His blond hair is long, unkempt and hangs down to the middle of his back. Though he doesn't look older than his early 20s, his face bears the worried look that only comes with time.
Behavior: Hrothulf speaks softly, almost as if he were shy. When speaking any language other than his native tongue, his aptitude for foreign languages is lacking and his grammar and syntax are sloppy and unlettered. Having spent centuries as the object of an abusive sire, he tends to mumble and look away. However, Hrothulf is tall, big boned and almost ridiculously muscular man whose very form is intimidating. He does not anger easily, and neither insults, nor shouting stir a reaction from him. This is because Hrothulf knows his own worth and how to handle virtually any situation; a man of action, rather than words, he has slain more than his share enemies and his warrior's form, a testament of scars bears this out.
History: Hrothulf was born of the Germanic tribe of the Danes in the middle years of the 4th century. He first saw battle in 380 A.D. at the age 18. His tribe had planned an assault on the Roman settlement and fort of Pons Aelius (modern Newcastle upon Tyne), the easternmost end of Hadrian's wall. The raid was foiled by Roman tactics and Hrothulf lay upon the battlefield stabbed through the gut with a javelin. With the fall of night, Hrothulf expected predators to come for him and the other mortally wounded, but heard instead of animalistic growls, the jingle of a horses bells. A wealthy Roman on horse-back dismounted and offered him a quick death if he would stand to fight, Hrothulf proved his worth, and died like a man with a Roman blade in his heart.
When he woke once more, he expected to see the warrior women of Wodan, but saw instead the smiling face of the Roman lord who slew him. The Roman explained that his courage had won him immortality, just not the kind he had sought and introduced himself. Marius had been a noble of the Equestrian rank when he had earned the Embraced centuries earlier from the ancient prince of Rome, Camilla. Marius had come to Britannia two centuries before and had given the right to sire by none other than the god Mithras. Hrothulf was Marius first childe, whom he bound for three consecutive nights with chains and seven centuries with the blood-oath. Marius treated Hrothulf as little more than a muscle bound slave and after perfecting his training, created a second childe, Gracis Nostinus. Although technically older than Hrothulf, Gracis was more a sniveling boy than a man, but he served better as the son that Marius had never had.
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