Arturo de la Shadou


I am the last surviving member of the Elder Family of Shadou. And this is my story.

I was second born in the family known as Shadou, having only one other sibling, Jarred de la Shadou.
The details of our earlier years are of little consequence, we both served in minor roles of the coven Our Father lead, each battling for favor in the eyes of our elders. Our Father was a cruel man, capable of acts unbelievable in a human heart. Our steps where light and always our eyes downcast. All the while, we plotted, as young ones do, the hate for him growing as We planned for his death. One night, while he lay sleeping, my nose shattered and Jared's eye blackened from yet another one of fathers "lessons", we snuck into his chambers. He and his lady companion lay sleeping, Our Mother having died while giving birth to me. The ceremonial dagger held high by Jarred, We both stood at the foot of his bed. Before the fatal plunge by my brother, Father awoke and grabbed at him. Dropping the knife, Jarred was able to break free and flee the room.
I turned to follow, but it was to late. Father had me by the scruff of my shirt as he drug me. The dagger was soon in my hand, and before I realized what had happened, Father lay dead, the dagger deep in his chest.
All I remember for many moments was a faint sound, a dripping, as his blood oozed from his body and over the silk covers, dripping into a pool on the floor, lifting My hands, his blood stained them....

As is protocol, a new leader of the coven would be made. And their choice... Jarred.
I was the killer, as was the custom for succession; I dealt the blow.
And he... HE was granted the rights.
Infuriated... I left the coven... left Our home... and never looked back.

I traveled the lands known to human kind, and even those unknown. I studied texts of ancient times, and those of new, I gathered knowledge and power. With each year that passed I grew in body, mind, and magic. Tombs of dark secrets where laid before me and I took them in, with all the eagerness of a newborn child learning his way in the world.
But such things do not come without a price. Power has it's costs
And I have paid dearly in many aspects for becoming the warlock I have.

Now one must ask..just how much are they willing to sacrifice?

Returning home to "visit" My Brother and his family, I met his bride. Participating in the solstice rituals, ordered by Jarred to take his wife, my plans being formed with each mistake he makes.

The Storm raged that night, lasting well into the next day... My daughter, Teylynn, conceived at its height.
Not long after that night, I again left the coven, for my seed had been laid. I had for a brief moment in time, fallen in love with Taraliece, and asked her to come, to leave with me, to leave behind the abuse given by my brother, for he never deserved her, but she would not. She was blind, fooled by a false love. And so I left, alone in the world as it always has been. But the die where cast, and we shall see where they fall
And so began the first steps for my revenge against Jarred, To regain what should rightfully have been mine. More knowledge did I seek, and more places did I travel to.
Always keeping tabs upon the family, though few of them knew. My hand was dealt in their lives, perhaps of little show, and perhaps not always turning it to happiness, still I watched... though somewhat disheartened when Jarred died at their hands, for I so had wished it to be my own. None the less, a small form of satisfaction was had.
Though with the act of his children, and not my own, the rights of taking the coven where mine no more, and so plans change, the rein of us elders apparently over.
Still, a hand I shall have in the Clans development and the future it shall have.



A companion, a friend if ever there was such a thing placed to another. Black Blaze, my familiar. A large black tiger of incredible power. Much more then a mere jungle cat. He stands 7 hands high(about 3-4 foot), 600 pounds of pure killing. I alone have aquired the ability to commune with this beast. Though broken speach can be translated to most. He has an intelligant matched by few familiars. His origin and true powers shall remain my secret alone.

~~ Abilities inherant in the body ~~

~~ Blood rejuvination~~ His blood may reproduce at a fantastic rate, for each red cell there are 5 white count surrounding it. As blood is lost the cells make a clone of one another, hence as he bleeds, so is more replaced. This effect will not last forever, eventually the body wears down, but not before many pints are cloned

~~ Psionics~~ Powers of the mind. Travel, speach, attacks and defenses. Definitions to such in #r-shelves@bwr(Library).

~~ Elementals of Fire,Water,Air,Earth~~ Mastery of the elemental forces and the subsequent minor elements within each force.