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Markus (Mark) Ludaveg; Insanity Takes a Whole New Meaning
Topic Started: Jun 29 2009, 04:13 PM (167 Views)
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Markus Ludaveg


Name- Markus (Mark) Ludaveg
Gender- Male
Age- Around 25
Type- Arylen
Breed- Forsaken Demon
Dragon- Niani Valeküre
Place of Birth- Unknown
Height-5"7'
Weight-120 Lbs
Occupation- Hiddin Psycopath(sociopath), Valeküre instructor
Skills- That of a Valeküre and vey well practiced Murderer(not the cleanest at it though...)
Living Relatives?- Uknown except that Brother and Father died.
Personailty- Gruesome and misunderstood, Markus left with a feeling of empty hollowness that is taken up by his Dragon, Niani Valeküre, one of the last of the Abyloct Higher breeds. He stays by her most of the time, but can tell she has hidden dark, very dark... Secrets. She knows him inside and out.. But does he know her the same way? He pesters her for it but gains nothing from it. Markus is always vigilant, one of the reason he is still alive, he plans quickly, acting at a spur of a moment. During his killings though, nothing is ever clean, ever. There is always blood. He is smart enough though to leave nothing of his own self, making himself seem as a wrongly done spirit, seeking vengance to the wrong done to him as a child... Yes, insane he is, reborn as a monster and teaching one other the same ways...

History-

Grave Silence


Markus Ludaveg was only six years old, going on seven in but two months and five days. He had grown up from the age of four with his Father, Matthew Ludaveg and his Brother, Bertók Ludaveg. His mother, Ravyne, Had died from a brutal murder. His Father spiraled down into a horrible depression. Leaving Bertók to take care of Markus, who he just called Mark. Mark went by the name and stuck with it instead of the whole Markus. He didn't mind. It didn't matter much to him, he rarely cared of what his older brother called him as long as he was acknowledged in the family of three. It was more then a need to be noticed, but a need to survive for his Brother was not of the 'nice type'. In fact,
Bertók acted and looked more like their father then their mother while Mark was more like Ravyne.

Mark looked up as Bertók walked by, muttering under his breath, Mark spoke, "What's wrong?"
"Father's gone off again.."Bertók snarled through clenched teeth.
"Um... He left not but five minutes ago..."
"Great.. come on."

Mark stood, confused on his brother's actions and disturbed by why he seemed so relevant to find father, Father always went off... Why worry so much now? He followed Bertók out of the house, it was a strong house, small, but strong. three bedrooms, two bathrooms a good sized living room and kitchen. Only one story. It had survived wind and rain, sun and heat. It was a home one should love, unless they knew of the blood that had been spilt, Ravyne's blood. An unfair death onto her for she was only innocent as far as Mark had known. She was always there for him when he needed her and even when he didn't. Ravyne was a mother one would want to love and would love. He had loved her and had obeyed her with all his heart. He looked up as his Brother stopped and growled, "Your girlfriend.."
"She's not my girlfriend." Mark snarled angrily, what did he have to do to get it through his brother's thick skull that he and Alexia were just friends? He smiled as Alexia xame up and smiled, all happy as she normally was, "Hey Mark." She said with that same happy tone.
Mark smiled and nodded, "Hey." He knew she liked him, it was obvious, but he feared his Brother's actions when it came down to it, he wouldn't openly admit he liked her. Much more then friends, but actually loved her. Not fools love, true love that was unending.

Bertók growled angrily, "Mark, come on... We need to find Dad."
Mark nodded and said to Alexia,"I need to go.. See you later?"
Alexia nodded, "Alright, when you find him then will you come over?"
"Sure." Mark answered with a smile, a teasing one, a scheming one, the one she liked. Why he never knew, she just did. Her black hair which went to her shoulders shiend in the summer light as she left, Mark following his brother who had found tracks of their pickup truck going to the woods out behind the house, "Think he took the truck?" Mark asked.
No response. Bertók merely walked forward and ignored him, follwoing the tracks. They reached the woods, where it was easier because their was a path where the truck seemed to have ran through the trees, these were weak trees, their father could not have gotten far into them. Not without damaging the truck or crashing into the thicker trees near the center. They followed till the truck came into sight and Bertók froze, he grabbed Mark's arm and pulled him behind a thick tree trunk, the bark peeling from the tree, He growled, "Stay here..." Walking from behind the tree, he crouched and made his way to the truck.

That's when Mark noticed the hose. It was attached to the exhaust pipe of their truck and wound into the back window, the engine running. His father was trying to kill himself... Mark shivered depsite the warm air. He didn't like this, it rank of death and wrong. Bad Juju. Mark thought to himself. He wanted to call Bertók over before soemthing bad happened but his brother was already at the pipe, pulling it out of the exhaust.. and then, Mark stiffled a scream, one hand on his throat, the other over his mouth as a loud bang erupted, the truck's door slammed open, striking its side and his Fatherleaping out in fury, the small gun in his hand...

Bertók had made no scream, only collasped into the soft earth. Mark stared wide eyes in fright... His brother was dead... He kept his hands as were, a low whimper in his chest, he smelt the blood, knew his Father was in a scare now, i shown on his father's features, Matthew's brown hair dangling before his face as he looked down at Bertók's dead body...Mark couldn' keep looking, he looked away and swollowed vomit. He looked back and saw his Father... Looking-Right-At-him.

Fear raced through his veins, what would his Father do? Shoot him as well? His Father's eyes were right on Mark's, Mark knew his Father knew he was there, that he had seen. Matthew gave a sort of smile, a twisted smile, like the one Mark had given to Alexia. His eyes said most of what he couldn't in words, Speaking to Mark silently, saying, Don't fear my son. I won't hurt you... And Mark's eyes widened in terror as his Father raised the gun, flinching, thinking his father would shoot him, he closed his eyes tightly, bracing for the blow, he heard the sound... the pull of the trigger, the blast of the gun.. The thud of a body...

No pain. He didn't feel any pain.. He looked up.. His father lay dead... Mark stumbled back in fear, thinking quickly, to quick to decide anything or determine what to do, he stood still, then, came forward to his Brother's and Father's body, kneeling by his Brother, he looked into the frightened dead frozen eyes, the silvery grey color, cold as ice. Mark closed his Older Brother's eyes, then, took hold of a chain around his neck, and ripped it away, in his hand, he held dog tags, two of them, one held Bertók's name, the other his. Bertók was going to give it to him when he was older, but now it didn't matter... He was dead... Mark's whole family was dead..

He needed to tell someone, anyone, who would listen? Who would believe? Who could he trust? He felt fear, he needed safety. Someone who could think clearly and help him through all this... Who though?
Alexia...

Mark stood and ran from the area, runngin from the blood and death, he lept over stones in his way and began to slow as he left the trees far behind, he ran down the street, the dog tags held tightly in his fist, someone called his name but he didn't look back, didn't slow, didn't stop, only ran... Running down the street. He only began to slow when he passed a sign that read, Bradstreet. He slowed and stopped before a tall house, it was two stories and a brown color. He ran to the door and knocked, He waited, the silence awkward. He heard soemone coming down stairs, he heard trees whisper in the now wind. And a voice.. He couldn't make it out, but it was unearthly.. Whatever was said, he didn't hear because the door opened and Alexia was their.

She saw him and spoke, "Mark! Hey, you okay? You look kinda pale.. Mark?"
Mark looked at her, breaking out of his distant mind and said, "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"A voice.."
"Mark..I didn'-"
"Never mind.. " he cut her off.
"Mark.. you look sick.."
He broke down... Tears from his eyes he spoke, "My Father and brother are dead..."

Alexia looked at him in shock, "I..Oh..." She then held Mark in her amrs, as he cried.She didn't know what else to do, He looked at her, "They... They will blame me I know it.."
"who will?"
"The people here..."
"Calm down Mark, it's alright... Everything will be fine.."
Mark didn't answer, he was choking back tears...
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Shouts of rage, Mark sat in Alexia's room in a chair as she looked out the large window of her room. His hands shaking in fear as he clutched the dog tags. He gathered the strength to put them around his neck and udner his shirt, then clasped his hands together again in his lap... He knew they would come... Alexia looked at him and walked to him she knelt down by him and spoke, "You know I will do anything to stand by you right? anything to protect you if I can?"
Mark nodded...
Alexia gave a low sigh and held his hand, "Anything."
He looked at her, his eyes mournful. He had no hope.

They came.. they beat down the door, he jolted hearing it better then Alexia, that voice, he ehard it again! It was louder! Markus...
"did..Did you hear that?"
"I know.."Alexia said, "they are in the house."
"No..No, Alexia.. that voice..."
"Mark, calm down.. Your frighened."
"..."
A knock on her door... Then.. the knob turned.. the handle opening and betraying him... He feltr a need to run.. The voice growled, Stay. Alarmed, he did. He froze at his spot, not moving.. Staring as the men came in with rage, they hissed at him and Alexia stood between them... They grabbed her upper arm and threw her to the bed where she curled up in pain from them grabbing her arm and her back hitting the head board. Mark hissed and stood, yelling, he tried to make the man go away and leave... Futile.

The man grabbed his wrist and twisted it, bringing pain and tears to Mark's eyes, mark fell to his knees and the man dragged him away from the room and out of the house.

Where Mark lived, there was a large spring, very large, infact... It dropped off a cliff. Many stories were surrounded here, of a beast in its depths, a dangerous thing that ate those who strayed into it. It was beleived thats why the fish there were always dead, floating in the water that reflected moonlight. Many said that they had seen the great thing inside, with teeth of ebony and wings of leather... Bones of the dead...Mark never believed it.. but right now, looking down from the cliff to the drop off he was scared stiff...

They blamed him, he knew it.. they would blame him for the death of his father and brother.. and now he had to pay the price of being at the wrong place at the wrong time...

Alexia could only watch and cry...

No one spoke his name again. no one mentioned him.. The mess was cleaned, the house vacant and sold to another.. It was as if none of it had ever happened.. but Alexia refused to listen. She sat at the river's edge, watching the sun rise and set, wishing For Mark to come home.. But she kenw he wouldn't.. She whimepered and cried for him... Never to see him again...Pain in her eyes, she enver was the same...
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Child...Wake..Wake little Markus.. The voice said, he was cold..So cold.. Frozen.. He tried to wake, to open his eyes, they came open and he saw deathly white eyes before him, a thing of black bones and ebony teeth.. He tried to scramble away, his back his a tree trunk and he looked at the thing. He was soaking wet and afraid, "Wh..What are you? who are you?"

the thing backed away, eyes going from white to red, strange mists around its body and Mark saw in the dieing light, not black... but Blue bones, dee midnight blue.. The creature snarled ansd rose onher hind legs, her front legs having wings, wings on her shoudlers, she cracked her jaws open and spokje, I am Niani.. Gatherer of the army for Satherone Valeküre, Protecter of the Mantle, Leader of the Abylocts till she rises! I am Niani Valeküre of Scovern, VroneGard, Serra!

Mark stared wide eyed at her and spoke, "What.. what are you?"
I.. Boy.. Am an Abyloctian Dragon.

What was he to do now? He grew up of course, alone with Niani, the dragon of the dark. He could feel her presence everywhere around him, her mind fused to his so tightly, like a Daemon. He felt the need to be near her at times, and then, the sudden feeling of hurt that came, that he loved her yes, as she seemed to be a mother as Ravyne had to him. She was so much like Ravyne it disturbed him. And when he thought of Ravyne, he thought of Alexia. And after that, rage. Why had she let him die? She said she would do anything.. Anything! He must be dead, that was sure of it, he did not know where he was, he remebered the cold of the water, the burning of his lungs as he tried to breath, the ache of his arms and body as the falls thundered on him, shoving him further into a cold darkness.
Is this death? a voice spoke, he looked up, hearing it again, before they had killed him, that voice, "Who's there?" Niani was gone, she had left to hunt, leaving him to sit and think.
Relax...
"Who are you?"
I am Srin. Lenri Srin.
"I don't know you.."
I don't know you either. Lenri said, I am dead.. how do you speak to me?
"Oh.. My...I don't.. Get it... If you are dead I must be.."
But you are not. I see your color... You are alive.. Vibrant. Healthy... How?
"I don't know..."
I've heard of something like this.. Those who speak to the dead... They call them something I don't know... I must go.
"Will we speak again?"
When she is not near yes.. She cheats us..
"Who?"
Niani Grave-Riser
"Oh... Niani?"
Yes.. we must go...
And they were gone.
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Picture or description- Markus is lanky, he isn't what you can call muscled, just a normal person. He has dark black hair and vibrant green eyes like acid. his skin is pale and he his very dark at times, seeming to hide in the shadows. He doesn't like large areas or huge crowds. He seems all the more one to stay away from.
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