Name: Mykolas Griva
Nickname: Mykolas
Species: Werewolf-Vampire
Home World: Neclides
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Omnisexual
Height: 6'5"
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Past
Mykolas' birth was great controversy. It wasn't just the fact he was half vampire and half wolf--through, that within itself would have been quite the scandal, It was whom committed the sin of bestiality that pushed his birth from something sordid to abhorrent. His mother was the wife to the head of The House of Rose. Many--including her daughter---wondered how she could do such a thing? Her husband was not only considered a great catch because of the position he held, but also because he was an extremely handsome and nice man. The truth, however, was their marriage was not built on the foundation of love. It was something that her family pushed her into. This was not unusual. Many marriages within the vampire community is arranged--especially for the aristocratic members.
Her parents told her that she would come to love him, but this never came to be, at least not in the way she hoped. She cared for him---loved him in the manner that one might love a very close friend. She knew she could be very happy with him and their daughter. More than that, she knew that she should. Yet, she couldn't help feeling that something was missing. It wasn't until she met the man whom would become Mykolas father that she realized what it was. She wanted love--the I can't eat, can't sleep, sweep you off your feet type. She ended up finding it within one of the wolves that The House of Rose used to guard their estate. She knew that no one would understanding her feelings for the wolf, and that she should ignore it, but harder she tried to forget about her feelings the more impossible it became.
In the end, she lost the fight. She realized that someone would eventually find out her dirty little secret, but she hoped that this would never come to pass. It was foolish she knew that. The day that someone discovered the truth was one of the worst day of her life. It wasn't because her secret had been brought to light, but because of whom discovered it---her daughter. She knew out of those whom wouldn't understand why she would choose to have an affair on her husband that her daughter would be the one to least understand it. Her daughter idealized her father. She knew there was nothing she could say that would make her daughter forgive her for committing what she believed to be the ultimate sin. So, she didn't try. She simply waited to see what her daughter would do.
It seemed that her daughter decided to show her mercy. She knew that it wasn't for her sake. Any form of affection her daughter might have had for her was erased the moment she walked in on her and the wolf embracing. It was for her father that she decided to make her mother's punishment less severe than it could have been. She believed that her father would have been devastated if he learned the truth about his wife's affair. She knew that people would gossip about her mother's affair, but her father would not put any stock into what he believed to be nothing more than rumors It was for this reason--and this one alone--that she told her mother to not only stop seeing the wolf she was having an affair with but to send him away as well.
She did as her daughter demanded, and had every intention of never seeing the wolf again. However, like a moth to a flame she found herself being drawn to him. She renewed her affair with him. In the back of her mind, she knew that if her daughter discovered them that she would not be as merciful the second time with her punishment. Yet, try as she might she couldn't find the strength to end it. That is until she found herself with child. She knew whom the father was. There was no doubt within her mind that the child growing within her womb belonged to the wolf. She knew that she couldn't try to pass it off as her husband's. He would be overjoyed at having a second child, but she couldn't guarantee that her unborn child wouldn't inherit any of its biological father's traits---particularly those of a wolf.
She knew that if her daughter found the fact she had an affair unforgivable that she would definitely find the fact she had an child with another an man such. While she did not wish to diminish her daughter's already low opinion of her, it was not her wrath towards her that she was worried about. She was more concerned about how she would react to her unborn sibling. Her daughter didn't share the same belief of wolves that majority of their people, but that did not make her as accepting of them as she was. Not only that, her unborn child was the result of her transgression against her husband, and her daughter might simply hate her sibling for that reason alone. She did not want to see what might happen to her unborn child as a result of this hatred.
So, she decided to take a little leave of absence from court life. No one would suspect a thing, or at least no one would suspect enough to hunt her down. People took a break from court life all the time. In fact, she had taken a few in the past herself. There were rumors on why someone might take a leave from court life, but no one ever came right out and asked. It simply just wasn't done. She decided to stay with her lover during the duration of her pregnancy after all she was going to give him primary custody of their unborn child. Her lover had came to live with the rebels--a group of whom refused to submit to the vampires' will. She was one of only a few vampires allowed within their territory.
Right away, she knew she made the right decision to give her lover custody of their child. The pack he came to live with did not share her people's opinions on wolves or their even less savory opinions of children like her unborn child. She ended up giving birth to Mykolas a few months after she came to stay with the pack. She wanted to stay with her son. She wanted to forget about the world outside the pack's land, but she knew that such a thing was impossible. There was a limit to how long one can take a break from court life before people started to look for you. The last thing she wanted to do was to lead people to her child that she put all this effort to hide.
She knew that death would be a mercy compared to the other things they would force Mykolas to endure. It was for this reason that she decided to return to her place among the vampires shortly after Mykolas was born. She knew that if she stayed with her son for any extended amount of time that she would never bring herself to leave him. The only the thing she ended up not being able to do was staying away from him as she intended, but she did manage to keep him from noticing her presence most of the time. Through, there was no doubt that the other wolves' within the pack was very aware she was there.
Mykolas grew-up very aware of the truth of what he was, and how the majority of the world would look at him as nothing more than an abomination. In spite, knowing this he felt loved and accepted rather than like a monster. His pack's devotion and affection didn't keep him from being aware of his half-breed status. No one attempted to rub the truth into his face or use it as a means to hurt him, but it was still plain to see--especially when the rest of the pack transformed into their wolves forms and went hunting together leaving him behind with those too old or sick to heed the call of the wild. Some part of him was afraid if he did not have his transformation that his pack would decided to kick him out because he would be too much vampire.
He knew this was foolish. He knew they did not care how much vampire he was. They had allowed his mother to live among them, and would have continued to do so if she had wished to but fear does not easily submit to reason. Each year he failed to have his first transformation that little voice that spoke his fears grew louder until it was particularly screaming inside his head. He became angry--lashing out at everything and everyone. Yet, in spite his behavior his pack never cast him aside. This was not to say they didn't get frustrated with his attitude because they did, but they made it clear that they still loved him despite his bad attitude. Only one person, however, could calm him down on a regular bases whenever he had an episode. That person was his older brother. Mykolas not only loved his older brother, but idealized him. He was the person Mykolas went to when he was upset or beaming with excitement
Finally, the day he had been wishing for arrived. He had his first transformation. He became so excited that he just took off running. He didn't know how long he ran, but he became lost. If that wasn't bad enough, a blizzard appeared. He might have noticed signs of the incoming blizzard if he hadn't been overcome with joy over his recent transformation. He became very scared that he was going to die out in the storm, and that his family will never know what happened to him. They might even think that he had been taken by the vampires for the horrible experiments they are known to preform on half-breeds like Mykolas. He didn't want his family imagining him being tortured--especially since they did everything within their power to protect him from such a thing.
He wondered for awhile before he caught the scent of someone's else within the storm. At first, he thought it was a member of his pack whom came to look for him, but he quickly realized that wasn't the case. This scent didn't smell like his pack. Some part of him said to move away from the scent. If she wasn't family she was an enemy-whether willing or not. He ignored that voice. He didn't care if she ended up personally torturing him herself he just couldn't leave her lost alone. He didn't know how to get her back home. Truth be told, he didn't know where he was at to get either of them back home. However, he could provide her company while the blizzard raged around them.
Even without being what the majority of the world considers an abomination, Mykolas wasn't certain how she would react to him being a wolf. He was very aware of wolves' reputation within the world. Those whom had escaped from the clutches of the vampires came with stories about their opinion. But, he did not allow the fear of rejection stop him. He moved forward, following that scent and found a young woman whom didn't appear much older than him. She didn't react poorly. She didn't look at him with anything resembling fear or disgust. It might have been because she saw him as a pup, and one often find it hard to be afraid of puppies. It might be that she had no reason to be afraid of him even if he had been full grown.
Instead painted upon her face was a look of concern. At first, he thought it was because he was out in the cold like she was but than he noticed the blood. He had realized he had gotten hurt, and the very moment it occurred to him he collapsed--as if his body was waiting for his mind to get wind of this truth. The woman decided to take care of him while he was down. She built a fire and tended to his wound. Mykolas had no idea how long he was out, but when he passed the storm had passed and the fire was nothing more than smouldering embers. The woman was still there, and a breath escaped her lips the very moment she noticed him wake---as if she was holding her breath to see if he would pull through or not. He moved to her, and laid himself across her lap.
They stayed that way that way for a few moments than he heard voices within the distance, and whatever spell had been cast upon them had been broken. They both remembered they had places they needed to be. He took off, leaving the young woman to her own devices. Through, something told him that she would be fine. She was a survivor---stronger than even she realized. It didn't take him long to be reunited with his pack, and they celebrated his recent transformation as well as finding a lost member of the pack. They knew from experience not all those whom they are lost are found, and sometimes those whom are found are not whole or alive. Time moved on and his disappearance was all but forget.
However, try as Mykolas might he couldn't escape the stigma of his half-breed status, and the vampires finally caught wind of his existence. How they came to this knowledge was anyone's guess. Perhaps, his mother told them? Or perhaps they caught wind of him during one of his many trips to vampires' territories to help those being oppressed by their vampire overlords escape. Whatever the truth they figured out he was with the rebel, and went to the forest where they heard the rebels were making their camp. They wasted no time making their demands clear. They wanted Mykolas and the rebels will hand him over, or they will burn the forest down and kill every living creature that flees from the fires. Whether they could or would actually do this was anyone's guess. Through, some claimed that if they were capable of such things they would have done it a long time ago. They could have stopped the rebel menace ages ago--long before Mykolas was born. They should call their bluff
Whatever the truth, this was not something that Mykolas' brother was not something he was going to risk, or perhaps he knew even if it wasn't true that they wouldn't stop hunting his brother until they found him. He saw something within Mykolas that he didn't see within himself. He saw a great leader. The one whom will help lead their people to true freedom. It was something he told Mykolas often enough, but Mykolas never believed him. He believed that his brother believed it, but he didn't believe it was true. However, the fact his brother did lead him to decided to claim he was Mykolas and surrender himself to the vampires. He made Mykolas and the others within their pack promise they would not try to rescue him. It was a hard promise for Mykolas to keep. He wanted nothing more than to rescue his brother, but he kept it because he didn't want his brother's sacrifice to be in vain. The only thing he could do was hope that his brother somehow find his way home.
Years have passed since his brother had sacrifice himself to protect Mykolas and there isn't a single day that goes by that he doesn't think about him, and fight with the urge to break his promise not to rescue him. He knew very well about the horrific experiments that vampires force 'abominations' to endure and the very idea of standing by while his brother was tortured didn't settle well with him. During this time he became leader of his pack, one day finally he received news of his brother. It arrived upon the lips of a human female---one he had been hearing about. She was the only known human to have beaten the vampire's test. Knows of this feat had spread and is still spreading across the lands. She told him that his brother was dead. He had died trying to protect her. She, also, told him what the vampire had done to his brother.
A mixture of emotions begun to swirl up inside of him upon hearing this news. He felt relief and happiness that his brother was no longer suffering. He felt rage and anger both at the vampires whom had forced him to endure those experiments and himself for doing nothing to stop it. He felt guilt over the fact he did nothing to stop it, which was the fuel of his anger towards himself. He felt sorrow that his brother was gone. And finally he felt gratitude towards the woman, whom he believed, helped his brother regain sense of himself even if it was only for a woman. For that, this woman will always been welcomed within his pack.
However, news of his brother got him thinking about other things. Why his brother sacrificed himself in the first place, for example. He had believed in Mykolas, and thought he would help lead their people to a place where they will no longer be a toy or tool for the vampires to use however they pleased. He still doesn't know that he believes this, but he does know that he doesn't want the vampire to do to anyone what they had done to his brother. He doesn't want another person to know that pain. He knows that there are people experiencing it right this moment and that it might take awhile to stop it, but he will stop it. If it is the last thing he does. He will make sure no one is used as a lab rat.
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Face Portrayed By: Mohammad Amin Moshtaghan
In the end, she lost the fight. She realized that someone would eventually find out her dirty little secret, but she hoped that this would never come to pass. It was foolish she knew that. The day that someone discovered the truth was one of the worst day of her life. It wasn't because her secret had been brought to light, but because of whom discovered it---her daughter. She knew out of those whom wouldn't understand why she would choose to have an affair on her husband that her daughter would be the one to least understand it. Her daughter idealized her father. She knew there was nothing she could say that would make her daughter forgive her for committing what she believed to be the ultimate sin. So, she didn't try. She simply waited to see what her daughter would do.
It seemed that her daughter decided to show her mercy. She knew that it wasn't for her sake. Any form of affection her daughter might have had for her was erased the moment she walked in on her and the wolf embracing. It was for her father that she decided to make her mother's punishment less severe than it could have been. She believed that her father would have been devastated if he learned the truth about his wife's affair. She knew that people would gossip about her mother's affair, but her father would not put any stock into what he believed to be nothing more than rumors It was for this reason--and this one alone--that she told her mother to not only stop seeing the wolf she was having an affair with but to send him away as well.
She did as her daughter demanded, and had every intention of never seeing the wolf again. However, like a moth to a flame she found herself being drawn to him. She renewed her affair with him. In the back of her mind, she knew that if her daughter discovered them that she would not be as merciful the second time with her punishment. Yet, try as she might she couldn't find the strength to end it. That is until she found herself with child. She knew whom the father was. There was no doubt within her mind that the child growing within her womb belonged to the wolf. She knew that she couldn't try to pass it off as her husband's. He would be overjoyed at having a second child, but she couldn't guarantee that her unborn child wouldn't inherit any of its biological father's traits---particularly those of a wolf.
She knew that if her daughter found the fact she had an affair unforgivable that she would definitely find the fact she had an child with another an man such. While she did not wish to diminish her daughter's already low opinion of her, it was not her wrath towards her that she was worried about. She was more concerned about how she would react to her unborn sibling. Her daughter didn't share the same belief of wolves that majority of their people, but that did not make her as accepting of them as she was. Not only that, her unborn child was the result of her transgression against her husband, and her daughter might simply hate her sibling for that reason alone. She did not want to see what might happen to her unborn child as a result of this hatred.
So, she decided to take a little leave of absence from court life. No one would suspect a thing, or at least no one would suspect enough to hunt her down. People took a break from court life all the time. In fact, she had taken a few in the past herself. There were rumors on why someone might take a leave from court life, but no one ever came right out and asked. It simply just wasn't done. She decided to stay with her lover during the duration of her pregnancy after all she was going to give him primary custody of their unborn child. Her lover had came to live with the rebels--a group of whom refused to submit to the vampires' will. She was one of only a few vampires allowed within their territory.
Right away, she knew she made the right decision to give her lover custody of their child. The pack he came to live with did not share her people's opinions on wolves or their even less savory opinions of children like her unborn child. She ended up giving birth to Mykolas a few months after she came to stay with the pack. She wanted to stay with her son. She wanted to forget about the world outside the pack's land, but she knew that such a thing was impossible. There was a limit to how long one can take a break from court life before people started to look for you. The last thing she wanted to do was to lead people to her child that she put all this effort to hide.
She knew that death would be a mercy compared to the other things they would force Mykolas to endure. It was for this reason that she decided to return to her place among the vampires shortly after Mykolas was born. She knew that if she stayed with her son for any extended amount of time that she would never bring herself to leave him. The only the thing she ended up not being able to do was staying away from him as she intended, but she did manage to keep him from noticing her presence most of the time. Through, there was no doubt that the other wolves' within the pack was very aware she was there.
Mykolas grew-up very aware of the truth of what he was, and how the majority of the world would look at him as nothing more than an abomination. In spite, knowing this he felt loved and accepted rather than like a monster. His pack's devotion and affection didn't keep him from being aware of his half-breed status. No one attempted to rub the truth into his face or use it as a means to hurt him, but it was still plain to see--especially when the rest of the pack transformed into their wolves forms and went hunting together leaving him behind with those too old or sick to heed the call of the wild. Some part of him was afraid if he did not have his transformation that his pack would decided to kick him out because he would be too much vampire.
He knew this was foolish. He knew they did not care how much vampire he was. They had allowed his mother to live among them, and would have continued to do so if she had wished to but fear does not easily submit to reason. Each year he failed to have his first transformation that little voice that spoke his fears grew louder until it was particularly screaming inside his head. He became angry--lashing out at everything and everyone. Yet, in spite his behavior his pack never cast him aside. This was not to say they didn't get frustrated with his attitude because they did, but they made it clear that they still loved him despite his bad attitude. Only one person, however, could calm him down on a regular bases whenever he had an episode. That person was his older brother. Mykolas not only loved his older brother, but idealized him. He was the person Mykolas went to when he was upset or beaming with excitement
Finally, the day he had been wishing for arrived. He had his first transformation. He became so excited that he just took off running. He didn't know how long he ran, but he became lost. If that wasn't bad enough, a blizzard appeared. He might have noticed signs of the incoming blizzard if he hadn't been overcome with joy over his recent transformation. He became very scared that he was going to die out in the storm, and that his family will never know what happened to him. They might even think that he had been taken by the vampires for the horrible experiments they are known to preform on half-breeds like Mykolas. He didn't want his family imagining him being tortured--especially since they did everything within their power to protect him from such a thing.
He wondered for awhile before he caught the scent of someone's else within the storm. At first, he thought it was a member of his pack whom came to look for him, but he quickly realized that wasn't the case. This scent didn't smell like his pack. Some part of him said to move away from the scent. If she wasn't family she was an enemy-whether willing or not. He ignored that voice. He didn't care if she ended up personally torturing him herself he just couldn't leave her lost alone. He didn't know how to get her back home. Truth be told, he didn't know where he was at to get either of them back home. However, he could provide her company while the blizzard raged around them.
Even without being what the majority of the world considers an abomination, Mykolas wasn't certain how she would react to him being a wolf. He was very aware of wolves' reputation within the world. Those whom had escaped from the clutches of the vampires came with stories about their opinion. But, he did not allow the fear of rejection stop him. He moved forward, following that scent and found a young woman whom didn't appear much older than him. She didn't react poorly. She didn't look at him with anything resembling fear or disgust. It might have been because she saw him as a pup, and one often find it hard to be afraid of puppies. It might be that she had no reason to be afraid of him even if he had been full grown.
Instead painted upon her face was a look of concern. At first, he thought it was because he was out in the cold like she was but than he noticed the blood. He had realized he had gotten hurt, and the very moment it occurred to him he collapsed--as if his body was waiting for his mind to get wind of this truth. The woman decided to take care of him while he was down. She built a fire and tended to his wound. Mykolas had no idea how long he was out, but when he passed the storm had passed and the fire was nothing more than smouldering embers. The woman was still there, and a breath escaped her lips the very moment she noticed him wake---as if she was holding her breath to see if he would pull through or not. He moved to her, and laid himself across her lap.
They stayed that way that way for a few moments than he heard voices within the distance, and whatever spell had been cast upon them had been broken. They both remembered they had places they needed to be. He took off, leaving the young woman to her own devices. Through, something told him that she would be fine. She was a survivor---stronger than even she realized. It didn't take him long to be reunited with his pack, and they celebrated his recent transformation as well as finding a lost member of the pack. They knew from experience not all those whom they are lost are found, and sometimes those whom are found are not whole or alive. Time moved on and his disappearance was all but forget.
However, try as Mykolas might he couldn't escape the stigma of his half-breed status, and the vampires finally caught wind of his existence. How they came to this knowledge was anyone's guess. Perhaps, his mother told them? Or perhaps they caught wind of him during one of his many trips to vampires' territories to help those being oppressed by their vampire overlords escape. Whatever the truth they figured out he was with the rebel, and went to the forest where they heard the rebels were making their camp. They wasted no time making their demands clear. They wanted Mykolas and the rebels will hand him over, or they will burn the forest down and kill every living creature that flees from the fires. Whether they could or would actually do this was anyone's guess. Through, some claimed that if they were capable of such things they would have done it a long time ago. They could have stopped the rebel menace ages ago--long before Mykolas was born. They should call their bluff
Whatever the truth, this was not something that Mykolas' brother was not something he was going to risk, or perhaps he knew even if it wasn't true that they wouldn't stop hunting his brother until they found him. He saw something within Mykolas that he didn't see within himself. He saw a great leader. The one whom will help lead their people to true freedom. It was something he told Mykolas often enough, but Mykolas never believed him. He believed that his brother believed it, but he didn't believe it was true. However, the fact his brother did lead him to decided to claim he was Mykolas and surrender himself to the vampires. He made Mykolas and the others within their pack promise they would not try to rescue him. It was a hard promise for Mykolas to keep. He wanted nothing more than to rescue his brother, but he kept it because he didn't want his brother's sacrifice to be in vain. The only thing he could do was hope that his brother somehow find his way home.
Present
A mixture of emotions begun to swirl up inside of him upon hearing this news. He felt relief and happiness that his brother was no longer suffering. He felt rage and anger both at the vampires whom had forced him to endure those experiments and himself for doing nothing to stop it. He felt guilt over the fact he did nothing to stop it, which was the fuel of his anger towards himself. He felt sorrow that his brother was gone. And finally he felt gratitude towards the woman, whom he believed, helped his brother regain sense of himself even if it was only for a woman. For that, this woman will always been welcomed within his pack.
However, news of his brother got him thinking about other things. Why his brother sacrificed himself in the first place, for example. He had believed in Mykolas, and thought he would help lead their people to a place where they will no longer be a toy or tool for the vampires to use however they pleased. He still doesn't know that he believes this, but he does know that he doesn't want the vampire to do to anyone what they had done to his brother. He doesn't want another person to know that pain. He knows that there are people experiencing it right this moment and that it might take awhile to stop it, but he will stop it. If it is the last thing he does. He will make sure no one is used as a lab rat.
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Face Portrayed By: Mohammad Amin Moshtaghan
