(Xander)

Xander was born in 1468 into a noble family in the south of France. He grew up in a manor surrounded by vineyards and summer storms, immersed from childhood in a blend of refinement and secrets. At 19, his destiny took a dramatic turn when a mysterious epidemic ravaged his region. It was whispered that it was not natural. The afflicted lost their strength, then their voices, as if an invisible presence were stealing their breath. One night, while searching for the origin of these phenomena, Xander came face to face with a woman dressed in black, as beautiful as she was terrifying. She introduced herself as Marënne, a vampire who had been wandering for centuries. The transformation was long, almost ritualistic. Xander did not die in a bestial rage like so many others: he slipped gently out of his humanity Years passed after Xander’s transformation under Marënne’s guidance. He had mastered his thirst, learned patience, and refined his cruelty into something almost elegant. No longer a fledgling, he moved through courts and shadows alike, feeding not out of desperation, but with intention. Yet beneath that control, something restless lingered — a quiet dissatisfaction, as though his existence, though eternal, remained incomplete. It was in the winter of 1497 that whispers first reached him. Travelers spoke of The Source — not a place marked on any map, but a presence. Some claimed it was a spring hidden deep within forgotten lands; others insisted it was a force that revealed itself only to those who had already stepped beyond mortality. What united the stories was this: those who found it were never the same… if they returned at all. Xander did not believe in superstition. But he believed in power. He searched for years. Through abandoned monasteries, plague-scarred villages, and forests where even animals dared not linger, he followed fragments of testimony and half-erased symbols. The trail seemed to vanish as often as it appeared, guiding him not with clarity, but with intention — as though something was leading him, testing him. Then, one night, it allowed him to arrive. The forest was unnaturally still. No wind, no sound, only a suffocating silence. At its center lay a clearing, and within it, a pool of liquid darkness. Not reflective, not transparent — it seemed to swallow light itself. The Source. On May 17th, a voice reached him, though no lips moved. It did not speak in words, but in understanding. It showed him what he was — a creature suspended between life and death, bound by hunger, shaped by another’s will. Then it showed him what he could become — unbound, sovereign, something that even his kind would not dare to name. There was a price. There is always a price. From the heart of the blazing hearth, the flames began to stir, rising unnaturally as though alive. Within the inferno emerged shapes — memories, identities, fragments of what he had once been. His childhood. His family. Even the last fragile echoes of his humanity. The Source demanded not his blood, nor his body… but his very origin. To step into those sacred flames was to sever himself completely. Xander did not hesitate for long. He approached the burning altar, the heat beyond mortal comprehension, and stepped into the ardent foyer. The fire embraced him. What followed was not transformation — it was unraveling. His body convulsed within the blaze, but there was no pain as mortals would understand it. It was deeper than that. His senses shattered, then reformed. His hunger dissolved and returned, no longer tied to blood alone, but to something far more abstract — will, fear, existence itself. He felt Marënne’s influence burn away, reduced to ash as though it had never truly belonged to him. And beneath it… something ancient took hold. When he emerged, the forest recoiled. The silence broke, not with sound, but with absence — as though the world itself refused to acknowledge what stood there. Xander was no longer merely a vampire. It was his Apotheosis. Farewell immortality, welcome to Eternity He had become a Diabolic.

Xander (xanderborn resident)
	Roles:	Diabolic
	Preferred Form of Address:	Diabolic Xander
	Languages:	French - English