Thanatos [ you bleed for me ] Conteo

[[ THANATOS ]*]

001. NAME• THANATOS CONTEO
002. NICKNAME• THAN
003. REAL AGE• 1476
004. HOW OLD YOU LOOK?• BETWEEN 19 - 21 (IT'S BEEN AWHILE)
005. BIRTHDATE• FEBRUARY 14 (EAT YOUR HEART OUT BABY)
006. WHERE YOU LIVE?• MARGAM, WALES click!
007. AND YOU FEAST ON?• HUMANS ONLY

001. YOUR FACE• CLINT MAURO
002. HAIR• USUALLY EITHER VERY SHORT - BUZZED, OR JUST ENOUGH TO TUSSLE. IT IS ALWAYS THE NATURAL DARK BROWN COLOUR.
003. EYES• EITHER DEEP BROWN OR ABSOLUTE BLACK DEPENDING ON HIS MOOD
004. HIEGHT• 6"3'
005. WEIGHT• 185 lbs
006. BODY MODS• TIGER CLIMBING UP HIS LEFT SHOULDER
007. FASHION/STYLE• THINK CLASS - THANATOS IS NOT OFTEN SEEN IN JEANS AND A T-SHIRT, AVIATOR SUNGLASSES, AND THAT SIGNATURE SMIRK.

001. LIKES•

• INTELLECT
  
• MOZART
  
• IRONY
  
• TO BE SURPRISED
  
• IRON MAIDENS
  
• SPUNK WITHOUT ARROGANCE
  
• POOR ACTORS (THEY'RE AMUSING)
  

002. DISLIKES•

• ROMANCE MOVIES (CLICHE)
  
• TAINTED WOMEN (HE PREFERS VIRGINS)
  
• STUPID MORTALS (ALL OF THEM)
  
• ANY CARTOON
  
• NETWORKING SITES
  
• DRUG ADDICTS
  
• CATS
  

003. FEARS•

• ARMAGEDDON
  
• THE STUPIDITY OF MAN
  
• DEATH
  
• POSSESSED CHILDREN
  
• DESARAY'S REVENGE
  

004. STRENGTHS•

• TORTURE
  
• CONTROL
  
• STRATEGY
  
• APATHY
  
• BRAWN
  

005. WEAKNESSES•

• FIRE
  
• SUN
  
• GOD COMPLEX
  
• APATHY
  
• SOLITUDE
  

006. ODDITIES•

• MOOD SWINGS - A KITTEN ONE MOMENT, A LION THE NEXT
  
• HIS ATTITUDE TOWARDS WOLVES
  
• HIS FEAR OF DEATH
  
• HOW DIFFICULT IT IS TO ANNOY HIM
  
• HIS FINESSE IN TORTURE
  

007. ORIENTATION• HE DOESN'T NEED SEX, LUCKY FOR THE VAMPIRE RACE. BUT GIVEN THE CHOICE HE'D TAKE A LADY.
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• NONE THAT COME DIRECTLY TO MIND
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW• In a word, unpredictable. There are many adjectives that would suit the immortal but as they never seem to coincide with a norm one may settle for a list of a couple that may furnish a healthy knowledge. Though knowing him at all can be detrimental to one's health. Be that as it may, Thanatos is cruel, calm, calculated, intelligent, stealthy, handsome, debatably psychotic, charismatic and efficient. His ways occasionally mirror an archaic view while some tendencies are up to date - such as the use of cellular devices.

His view of other immortals ;; Some useful, some pathetic parasitic fiends who deserve nothing but the guillotine. The worst representation of a vampire is one who does not embrace the livelihood. For a man with a God complex, the condition was welcomed. But for all you pansy fruitcakes out there I would advise a wide birth to be given to him. He likes his space...sometimes. Others he'll be right up in yours. Conditional? Absolutely. Like the weather - it all depends.

His view of wolves ;; Dogs. Mutts. How one would view a dog if you're a cat person - useless and annoying but without deeper emotional link. Their existance is of little consequence to him. He treats them as he would treat an annoying child or an inanimate object, ignoring or demeaning them without a second glance.

His view of humans ;; Dinner. Incapable of intelligent thought or even surviving. Their purpose is only to serve and sustain the vampire race. Any kindness he shows towards them is false and transitory - one may be sure it is only meant to serve his purpose - a meal.

001. PARENT ONE• LEANDRO, HOTEL FOR PARASITES
002. PARENT TWO• AMIDA, WORMFEAST
003. SIBLINGS• DESARAY CONTEO
004. PETS• NOT LATELY
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•

This one begins as all good stories do, a happy family situated in the lands of some faraway country with every intention of taking the world by storm. And as all such fairytales end this one ended with the boom of reality – the surreal diminishing in a cloud of blood, ash, screams and flames. There was no great secret to the matter – the villagers in the near vicinity fled wailing en lieu of the feud that had just run its course. What lead up to this, you ask? Frankly discontent and a superiority complex. First let us go over the members of the family;

Amida Conteo, the Matron – A vixen of delicate proportions and immortal lines, descended from the third generation of vampires to walk the earth. Her temperament is one that can be compared to a gold digging trophy wife whose opinion of her husband is nearly as low as the one she has of her children so long as they attempt to think for themselves. She’s a meddler.

Leandro Conteo, The Patron – An arrogant, naturally attractive vampire of unknown age and origin whose bastard conduct drove his wife to seek comfort in controlling their offspring while he slutted around with several of the village whores – their affiliation ending in their ultimate demise though to Amida this hardly mattered. Infidelity would always be infidelity.

Desaray Conteo, The Eldest Son – A fair haired, blue eyed youth whose prowess in battle lead to his success despite his soft heart, and warm smile. His friendship with humans and werewolves alike drove to the absolute loathing of him by his sibling despite the blessing of his parents. He was the prodigal son and the favorite.

Thanatos Conteo, The Youngest Son – The instigator, the dark haired, dark eyed, dark skinned son whose demeanor is far less appealing to anyone among the living, werewolf, half breed or human. The central core of this youth is far blacker than that of the rest of the familial sect. Defiant, cruel and subjective his demeanor so given to variance is the most dangerous portion of him – even in the face of his ruthless style in fighting.

Now that the characters in this little masquerade have been outlined, let us dive into the tale.
It was a humid August evening when all hell broke loose in the Conteo manor, the silence almost sinister, as if the breath before an explosion – ragged, frightened and filled with adrenaline. At approximately 7:32 in the evening a scream broke loose, a high pitched, keening wail that shattered the windows and shook the walls. This followed by the low bellow of one of the three males signaled it was time for the pedestrians to evacuate, and they did, scrambling with their arms filled with a few precious belongings, heading for the hills of the valley.

Leandro had been in his study when Thanatos had arrived, covered in blood and dirty which may have lead to a firm lecture on the everyday but he was not given the chance, his son, whom he had trained to the best of his ability had swung out with a double edged sword and hacked off the immortal’s skull – the action far easier than it might have been thanks to the element of surprise. However, it was quick to Thanatos’s mind that his brother would be on the way in moments, having the capacity to sense danger. And there he was, Desaray Conteo, standing with his jaw slightly agape in the doorway.

With the knowledge that they were equally matched, Thanatos lunged – not at his brother but out the window – an action that was quickly followed by the rage induced howl of his sibling who moved with equal cat-like reflexes after Thanatos. What was unknown to Desaray was that as Thanatos jumped out the window his palm had ascended and snatched the ledge and he had swung easily up into the second story – a shower of broken glass following the first. Thanatos bounded down the hall, his steps impatient but predetermined.

Pausing in the doorway, silent and unbreathing, Thanatos’s slow sneer developed as it generally did when he knew something they could not comprehend or even begin to listen to. ”It’s time to join your husband, Mother.” It was murmured softly, coaxing her to turn and assume a defensive but utterly useless pose. In retrospect she was a pitiful fighter to begin with, the first two strokes of his sword she matched with the sacrifice of both hands and the final one she saw coming, thus the wail, and then…off with her head.

Thanatos’s next move was less predictable and as Desaray was spotted, again in a doorway, Than simply shrugged and fell out the next window, a single fuse left, lit to a small pouch of gunpowder and yet enough to incinerate the residence. Desaray escaped, unbeknownst to Thanatos, as he climbed the hill and was gone. The next thousand years were filled with the silent wandering of a murderer whose essential purpose is the simple pleasure of entertainment, and the punishing of the mindless and inferior for being so.

Mind you the punishment is not generally death but mutilation, Thanatos’s hobby being the learning of spectacularly horrific torture methods – the Russians a favorite, and the experimentation of human weakness in comparison to half breeds. There are few that Thanatos regards as beings, and even fewer that he converses with regularly and without violence involved…and even these individuals are occasionally subject to his cruel humor.


(If you're asking how he was turned, his parents had two children before some young vampire went bonkers on them but failed to kill them, that vampire's sire sired them and then their parents sired Thanatos and Desaray.)

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