Vane Kattalakis was an Arcadian Sentinal, and was born as what his tribe called an Aristo, who’s has the ability to wield magical abilities with ease.
He was, however, shunned by the society that gave birth to him, as once he reached puberty, where both Arcadian and Katagaria’s powers are to fully mature and activate, he turned into a katagaria. Hunted by both his Mother’s and Father’s tribe, he has prayed hard to the Gods for help.
Sensing his distress, the Pantheon of the Greek Gods decided to wipe his memory, and that of every single sentient being that knows of him, and wipe him off the face of the world.
The pain of being betrayed by the Greek Pantheon turned him into a hateful, spiteful monster, where he insurrected a rebellion against the Greek Gods. The rebellion was put down, quickly, mercilessly and quietly.
The Gods, angered by his audacity, turned him into a shade, to forever walk the plane he was born in as a soulless ghoul, to forever feel the heat of hell on his back, to suffer an unquenchable thirst that can never be satisfied, and to feel a need for contact, a simple acknowledgement that he is real, but never to be known.
For a hundred years, he has suffered this everlasting torment, until now, where a foolish God by the name of Acheron decided to save this poor soul, giving it a new body and a new mind. Not remembering his past, he has vowed to honor his new God for saving him from his fate.
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Arcadians and Katagaris
Lycaon, King of Arcadia, had a beautiful wife and two sons. Not knowing his wife was of the Apollite people (cursed by Apollo), he watched helplessly as she died horribly at the age of twenty-seven. Realizing his sons would meet the same fate, he attempted to circumvent the curse. Gathering as many Apollites as he could find, he began using arcane magic to change the people, trying to find a way to fool the gods.
Using these magicks, King Lycaon began splicing the essence of the Apollites with that of predatory animals, creating the first Were-Hunters. His experiments succeeded in circumventing the curse. Instead of living only twenty-seven years, they now lived for close to a thousand. Choosing the most powerful of the animals on which he had experimented, King Lycaon blended his sons with a dragon and a wolf.
For defying the will of a god, the Fates demanded that Lycaon kill his sons as punishment. When he refused, the Fates cursed the new race saying, “They will spend eternity hating and fighting until the day when the last of them breathes no more.”
Whenever Lycaon blended an Apollite with an animal, he ended up with two new separate beings: one with an animal’s heart and one with a human’s. Thus the Katagaria and the Arcadians came to be.
Appolites
History of the Apollites:
Zeus and Apollo were walking through Thebes. Zeus looked down upon his puppy-eyed worshippers and commented on the perfection of the human race. Like every son who wants to one-up his father, Apollo scoffed, bragging that he could do better with one hand tied behind his back. To prove his point, he found a nymph to beat his more- perfect children, children who would hold the fate of the world in their hands. It was as true then as it is now- absolute power corrupts absolutely. Made from his own flesh and blood, he dubbed the new race Apollite and gave them superior strength and psychic abilities. In three days, the first four Apollites where born, blond and beautiful and with psychic abilities. Three days later they where adults and three days later they were ready to take over the world. Zeus banished the Apollites from Earth and sent them to Atlantis, where they brooded and stews, intermarrying with the Atlantean natives. An aggressive race, ever pursuing their hunger for world conquest. Apollo looks forward to the day he would sit on Olympus as Supreme God. In 10,500 B.C. the Apollites sent the beautiful virgin Clieto to Delphi as an offering to Apollo. He fell in love with her and she gave birth to ten of his children: five sets of twins. Sent back to Atlantis they intermarried with the royal house, securing the rule of Atlantis for Apollo. Through Atlantis, Apollo meant to cast out Zeus and take his rightful place as ruler of the heavens and the earth. Apollo fathered the first son of every Atlantean queen, hoping each child would be the one chosen to bring about the downfall of the Atlantean gods. In 9548 B.C. Apollo disguised himself as the Queens dead husband as a phantom in a dream. Same year Apollymi found that she was with child. Years later the Greeks offer up a virgin to Apollo: Ryssa, Acheron’s sister. She bore him a son. The Atlantean queen immediately ordered the death of Ryssa and her son, instructing her minions to not hold back in their brutality, to make it look as if wild animals had torn the woman and child the shreds. They did their job. And so Apollo destroyed Atlantis (at least that’s what Apollo says). His beloved sister Artemis manages to stop him before he destroyed all the Apollites (and with them, the world), so instead he cursed his wayward children. He named them the wild animals that slaughtered his mistress and son, giving them characteristics befitting such beasts (the fangs and eyes of predators) and forcing them to feed on one another’s blood every few days in order to survive. He banished them from his domain, the sun, as he could no longer bear to look upon them and be reminded of their treachery. To this day, Apollites only live to the age of twenty-seven: three times three times three, the age Ryssa was at her death. On the last day they die an excruciatingly painful death, slowly disintegrating to dust until the sun finally sets.
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