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immortalized) wrote2020-05-20 10:16 am
โ๐ฃ โ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ก ๐๐ฒ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ ๐๐ฑ ๐ ๐ญ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ ๐ข, โ ๐ด๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ก ๐๐ฒ๐ถ ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ฑ๐ด๐ฆ๐ ๐ขโ
prologue
born a quaint country lad in a modest village outside London, Ambrose learned the written word from the Bible, learned to sing in devoted Psalms, and learned to imagine vividly with myths from southern lands depicting the gods and creatures woven through midnight constellations.
motherless at age eight, fatherless at seventeen, and quick to live in London after years of fanciful ventures to see the burgeoning arts, crude comedy on low class stages, sultry (drunken) poetry in lamplit taverns. such setting became his adulthood home, starting at stagehand and auditioning his way up ladders, his voice overcoming the issue concerning his reputation, or lack thereof.
and to keep things that way, Ambrose held fast to old Catholic conditions as the longing and the temptation graced his path in the form of striking, and sometimes talented men. ten years of an empty bed and a hungering heart, clinging desperately to a slow climb toward making it to Venice, to sing the classics and lay his eyes upon the ancient gods, while sinking deeper into the muddy suffocation of laudanum and malaise.
Ambrose was doomed to die young, one way or another; whatever God intended, Leon is what he was given. haloed in coiled sun, statuesque skin, imperceptible to the hazy eye of a man halfway gone when not on a stage to lose himself to another persona, another life โ 'love,' Leon called it.
death is what it wrought, under a promise to live eternally together, free of disease and pain and scrutiny of God, 'to be among the gods, those stars in the sky.'
Ambrose lost his life and awoke on the evening of November 4th, sober and stricken, and amongst creatures just like Leon.
like Leon โ a creature, not a man, not alive. yet, hungering for cold rage and something obscenely sanguine.
Ambrose made it to Italy as he always hoped, amongst a small posse of other young men of Leon's, a troupe of vapid and shallow fledglings. the nightmare was cut blissfully short โ with the fledglings captured, figures descending upon them with tools and herbs that stung their eyes and mouths, thrust into coffins and carried away. buried, in an unknown place, awake and aware. young and hungry and too early to possess any fascinating prowess, Ambrose and four other fledglings sat, trapped by an unknown enemy of their sire's, who never came to find them.
who did find them, eventually, were a group of Italian environmental scientists surveying protected land in Venice, fascinated to find figures in electronic readings of the contents of a stretch of untouched earth. though they didn't expect a burial ground, they found five sets of long-gone remains...one more in tact than the rest.
when Ambrose awakes, by the scent of blood from a delicate finger pricked, nearly two centuries have gone.
abilities
weaknesses
d. 4th of November in the year 1841
AE. 27 years, 34 weeks, 4 days
London โข Venice โข New York City
vampire โข pisces โข baritone
singer โข actor โข drag illusionist
romantic โข intuitive โข spiritual
melancholic โข self-destructive โข escapist
visual โข audial
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