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Name: Fenris Kallikrates
Race: Werewolf
Age: 2700 years
Abilities: Nature's Call - The ability to talk to animals and command them to do your bidding.
Werewolf Lord's regeneration: The ability to regenerate entire bodyparts in mere seconds.
Werewolf Lord's aura manipulation: As a Werewolf Lord you possess a very powerful aura, and the ability to manipulate it and use it to attack your opponents.
Werewolf Lord's claws: As a Werewolf lord you can transform individual body parts into more wolf like forms including your claws. These claws are virtually unbreakable and can cut through almost anything.
Fangs of The Moon Devourer: Rob has graciously bestowed upon you the fangs of The Moon Devourer, in order to fit your background story, these fangs can cut through anything, even concepts such as life, death, space, time and love etc. (e.g. If you were to bite a person who is dead you can devour the aspect of death from their body and return them back to life. If someone is in love, you can devour their feelings for the other person.) WARNING: If you bring someone back from the dead, you will enter a state of suspended animation for however long they were dead. And if you devour someones feelings for someone you will gain them yourself temporarily, no matter who these feelings are for, even your worst enemy. Like this there will always be repercussions when you use these fangs.
'I must have read this like a thousand times by now, why won't this stupid seal unlock?!'
'Maybe I should have thought a little more about my background before I came here... Well too late for that.'
'In this world I was born as Fenris Kallikrates 2700 years ago and I lived as the son of a Spartan warrior and my mother was a witch belonging to a powerful coven. But there was a rival coven and the power struggle between these covens culminated into the birth of 2 new species. My mothers coven created me, the first werewolf, posessing enormous strength, speed and much more. The rival coven created the first vampire, and while it's strength and speed left much to be desired, it had the ability to turn mortals into vampires with a bite, while my powers were only transferable through birth. Throughout the next 2 centuries I would defend, and fight on behalf of my mothers coven. I had children with quite a few women in order to increase the number of werewolves, unfortunately unlike me, my offspring was not quite immortal and their strength only comparable to that of vampires if not slightly weaker. The vampires eventually realized that the race of werewolves was no real threat to them, and the only reason they might be, was because I was leading them. So they, with the help of their allied witch coven, concocted a plan to seal me away for a very long time. And to my great shame, they actually succeeded.
Over the next 2500 years of my imprisonment, magic slowly faded from the world and the powers of the witches died out, their descendants can now only use their innate gifts if they are turned into a vampire, with rare exceptions like Bella.
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Like the witches, the werewolves have practically died out, with a few small packs remaining here and there. The gene that makes them able to turn, lying dormant unless their natural enemy is close by.
Because the magic is fading from the world, the seal that is holding me prisoner is slowly losing it's power as well, and very soon my imprisonment will be over. I woke up 1 hour before the seal unlocks with the memories of my past life, which I did not have uptil now.
~PFF~
Suddenly I hear a sound like a vacuum seal being undone. And sunlight streams into this room for the first time in 2 and a half millennia.
As I slowly find the strength to walk, I step out of my prison and into the light. Slowly regaining my eyesight, I start to recognize a few things.
"HAHAHA HAHAHA, Oh that is funny as hell."
'I can't believe they built the Parthenon around my prison'
"HAHAHA"
'The place is packed with tourists, who are all looking at me like I'm some crazy lunatic. I better make myself scarce, before..'
"HEY YOU! STOP RIGHT THERE"
'Nope, not gonna happen. Is the only thought that goes through my mind before I run away at insane speeds, not even leaving an after image.'
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POV Security guard
"Don't worry kid, we'll find your parents."
'Goddamn tourists, can' t even keep an eye on their own f*cking kids. I hate this job, why did they even station me here at the Parthenon, waiting, doing absolutely nothing worthwhile for 10 years just in case some guy appears from one of the collums. Yeah, like that would ever happen... Idiots. But at least they promised to grant me immortality if I do it for 10 years.'
"Hey Dimitris, I need you to go inside. There seems to be some kind of disturbance."
"What kind of disturbance?"
"They said some guy just appeared out of nowhere from one of the collums and started laughing like a maniac."
"WHAT?!"
'NO FUCKING WAY! It can' t be...'
I quickly start running and in seconds I reach a crowd of people all looking at the same guy. Looking at him I see a handsome guy, whose age is really hard to determine for some reason, he looks to be anywhere from 16 to 30, with long white hair and grey eyes. He has a scar on his left cheek, and is wearing really old looking rags.
I quickly yell "HEY YOU! STOP RIGHT THERE!"
But the man suddenly dissapears into thin air. Looking at where he was just standing, I can only see spider cracks on the floor.
'I have to report this to the Volturi. I really hope they're still going to grant me immortality.'
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MC POV
After 20 minutes running west I arrive in France where I will start swimming towards The United States. On the way I pick up all the treasure I had burried or hidden away before my imprisonment and I put it in my storage space.
More than half of it seems to be gone, looted or just lost to the ages, but there is still plenty left for me to live a very comfortable life while I get my bearings and see how much my presence has changed the original world of Twilight.