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Name: Matayas (Hungarian: Mátayás)

PB: Rudolf Martin (The Dark Price: The true story of Dracula, Buffy the Vampire Slayer--Dracula)
Position: Royal Knight to the Elder, Amelia (Princess)
Alignment: Grey...("I do whatever is required of me. If that means that I am regarded less than angelic, so be it.")
Type: Vampire
Born: Hungary, 1163 AD
Sired: 1202 AD (He was turned during the quest for William and was in Amelia's circle of warriiors when he was caught)
Enemies: Lycans, other strains of vampires, Marcus
Skills: Combat, diplomacy, persuasion, strategy, negotiation
Strengths: Charisma, stealth, speed, agility, strength, healing, immortality, resistance to pain, blood link with Amelia
Weaknesses: Daylight, blood memories (Amelia's)
Personality traits: Chivalrous, slightly stubborn and defiant if he knows he is right even in the face of the elders, less conniving then the elders but realizes the need for 'strategic maneuvers', protective, determined, ambitious, driven, respectful, courteous. Byronic. He is based more on 'Dark Prince' then the cheesy Buffy version. Well okay, Dark Prince is cheesy and melodramatic too but less so. There just happen to be more Buffy clips...Eh.

Summary: Matayas was a Royal Guard when Amelia's father ruled over a large swath of land today know as Hungary. Later he became knighted when he protected the castle from tribe of Maygar's. When the King died in battle, the young Amelia--his only heir--was forced to become the heir apparent and rule in his stead until either: (1) she was married off to a male relative (1st cousin) or, (2) an alliance could be formed between her people and who they were fighting, so that she could marry the victor and bring peace to their region. Unfortunately, for the warrior princess, her handmaiden was a spy for other opposing side, who thought it easier to take the land from the princess and ruling it themselves then having the vestiges of the old regime around. Having gained considerable diplomatic tact and survival skills over the years of war, she nonetheless was caught unawares when the handmaiden left the door to her chambers unlocked one night to allow an assasin to come enter and kill her. Matayas discovered that there was no guard standing in front of Amelia's door, even though it was closed, and he rushed in to kill the assassin who was getting the upper hand on the princess. He was a few years older then her and came from a very wealthy family but not royalty. They were drawn to each other and surely, if Amelia ever loved anyone, it was Matayas, but duty and tradition does not allow them to take their 'silly infatuation' (as described by an aunt) past meaningful glances and occasional stolen moments.

Then the real war spilled over into their lands.

Marcus turned Amelia and Viktor. It was a year until the war really took hold and Marcus decided to turn Viktor's soldiers and Amelia's Royal Knights and Guard. Always 'respectfully' defiant, Matayas refused to be turned by Marcus and demanded that Amelia turn him, the rest of her Royal Knights followed suit, thus earning Matayas Marcus' eternal condemnation. Matayas was the first mortal Amelia turned and the only one who has directly fed from her when she saved his life after Marcus had him secretly exiled in revenge for Amelia siding with Viktor and entombing his brother. Marcus thought that it would force Amelia to find out where William lay. She couldn't and Matayas spent two centuries slowly starving to death in an uncomfortable exile. It wasn't until she was awakened by Viktor, who had been awakened by Marcus, that enough blood memories filtered down to her that she was able to start piecing his whereabouts together. When she found him she thought he was dead but fed him her blood which helped revive him (and gave him her memories and vice versa) and she ordered him to 'vanish' so that Marcus would not find him.
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Okay, actually, if you can see this first video (on the left, they say that they took it off but sometimes it works. I'll have to nab it somehow) I thought it was really funny if you just watched it thinking that the girl in the video was a younger Amelia. It kinda would go with the back-story I have in my head between Mayatas and Amelia. Of course, I do this only for fun; there is no Matayas character in the movie. It's purely for RP purposes and fan fiction. It also helps, I think, when people can see and hear the pups voice to see what they are being played like...so there. Less music more talk would have been nice cause some of these songs, just no. Bad.

Amelia sighs with great impatience. This was all taking too much time...
Ah well, good help was so hard to find nowadays but soon it would be easier. The two houses were starting to integrate nicely. Surely there had been trouble but in all great families there is trouble. And what unites families? More trouble. The rampant vampire threat was enough to unit them for now and for the first time in centuries, Amelia's family was hunting other wretched species of vampires.

The other more personal family matters, it appears, was up to her to take care of personally. If you want something done, you have to do it yourself.

Amelia's Personal Journal Entry

My daughter, whose very name I am not allowed to utter in the same sentence as the word 'daughter' for his law forbids it under penalty of death, was born mortal. The gods had been kind to me to bless with that miracle for she was born without the disease which I carry. I did not intend to be with childe and the political atmosphere in the castle was such that bringing a mortal childe admist big egos and immortals would have been lethal. Markus would have killed her if he had known she was my child for the revenge he wished upon me for saving Matayas, but it was Viktor who would stab me through the heart without blinking twice. She was to be safe at all costs, this little mortal coil, my little sweet connection to the mortal world. Hence, under much secrecy I sent her away to live with her mortal father and family. There was no place for me in that world anymore and as I handed her over I said goodbye, grieving that I would never see her again.

I wish I had never seen her again.

Instead, Viktor, worried that Marcus would eventually learn my secret and break the elders, and hence, the coven apart (which, in a way, it did thanks to him and resulted in the formation of the second coven in the new world, which I ruled over in order to put distance between myself and the dreadful memories of the old world) and he moved to plot against me while I slept. While I slept.

It was not an accident nor was it incidental. Yes, her father knew of the location of William's tomb, Yes the Lycans had been ravaging villages, but it was Viktor who took her life, her family, her father away...and the lies he tried to fed me, the lies!

Amelia! The lycans had attacked! What would you have had me do, hmmm? Leave her there? Let her be turned by one of those wretched animals? I could not save them all, I could only... save... her. I thought you'd be happy Amelia. You have your daughter now!

It was not a story I would accept, I was not as naive as he would have liked me to be, but the truth was more complex. Indeed, her father had to die but I never agreed to the rest. Never.

The moment Viktor fed from her she was no longer my daughter but his. He stole her from me. Did he turn her to spite me? To make us a miserable as he was after killing his own daughter? It worked. I had to let go and so I ruled from the New World most of the time because Viktor decreed that I was not to see her often so that niether of us would betray this secret and destablise a coven fighting a war. In order to preserve the secrecy the she, the only childe left borne of an elder, would one day become an elder and rule the covens. There would have been people in the coven how would have used that knowledge to bring her harm.

So I kept our secrets for more than two hundred years. I watched her become more like Viktor as the decades passed; as her hatred for the Lycans grew, so did mine. I interacted with Selene very little throughout the years, but like Alexander watched all of us and felt all of us through his blood, I watched her, felt her. Her darkest pain; her most astounding fury, none of it was lost to me.

Until she had ruined everything. Until I learned of Viktor's deception. Until I learned about Kraven's deception. Until a Lycan almost took my immortality away. And until she had, yet again, let that Lycan touch her. Breathe ice into me, my daughter, because that's all my heart is made of now. It is better not to feel at all than to feel the treachery of those around me everyday for a thousand years.

-Amelia

Viktor and Marcus began to invade her nightmares. Relentlessly they taunted and mocked her like hounds of hell with their dogged determination to make her miserable. If she did not know better, she would have thought that they were haunting her from the afterlife. They poked and prodded at the fact that she was alone in the world, that she had inherited a vast empire of uncertainty. Viktor scoffed at her suffering over his death and scolded her for not immediately annihilating the rest of Lycans. He pushed her towards conquest, not only over the werewolves but also over the other wretched species of vampire.

Marcus only sat perched on a marble throne, as if he was reminding her who the first true vampire was even though she was now the oldest and strongest elder, the only elder.

Amelia, Amelia, Amelia…what will you do, now that you can’t be Viktor’s personal cheerleader?

Go to hell, the both of you.

That was a weak defense but how do you deal with a nightmare when you don’t know that you’re dreaming? The fact that it was a full moon was partly to blame for her feverish dreams, as blood tinted sweat glistened on her forehead. She grasped the soaked sheets in her fists and gashed her teeth against her gums in pain. The full moon was always a struggle for her ever since a disgusting Lycan had bitten her. On the night of the full moon, the Lycan virus grew more aggressive in her body and attacked the Vampire Dominant virus, something that would kill any other vampire and mortal. Still, despite being an Elder, she was not immune since it was the Lycan Elder, Raze, who had attacked her. He was younger than she was though, so the virus he transmitted was weaker in her body as well. Still. Here she lay, her darkest secret buried under soaked sheets and a locked door. No one else knew for she feared it would toss the coven into another panic and perhaps even have the more…ambitious underlings, try to kill and overthrow her when she was down. No, she carried on, business as usual. The pain, which racked her body, made her scream out into a silk pillow. That woke her up. Sitting up in bed, the poisoned queen gets up and stumbles towards the chair. Breathing deeply, she closes her eyes and tries to control her blood. She would be the commander of the war raging in her veins.

You will not win over me. Visualizing the virus in her veins, she overwhelmed it with her own blood, her own virus. It was not enough that she would spend eternity alone, that she would be the lone warrior-queen, but she was also alone in fighting the pain that ran like liquid fire through her veins.

Glancing at a wooden box on the dresser, she knew that inside was a letter, a letter that she hoped Selene would either find or be given by Mátayás,in the event that these dualing virus' killed her one day. Inside,there were many disclosures but most importantly the letter held Amelia and Viktor's last request, should anything have happened to the both of them. That request would have probably shocked the living hell out of Selene.

Forget it. I'm not dead yet. It will take more than this.

It was only during the full moon that Amelia prayed for the night to end. She smirked through her pain though, for the elder knew that a person could be broken by pain or made stronger by it. She was too damn stubborn to let it break her. Still, if there was a cure or something to suppress the Lycan virus in her, she wouldn’t say no. Cringing through yet another wave of pain, she looked down to see that her nails had carved inch deep gashes into the wooden armrest.

I will bleed the Lycans dry.

“Amelia, you could have been killed! What if those Lycans realised who you were?” His brown eyes grew dark as he paced in front of her, trying to control his anger at having failed to protect her. He did not anticipate that she would leave the mansion without telling him first.

“Don’t be so dramatic Mátayás. It does not suit you.”

“My Lady, how are we to protect you, if you keep slipping away from us?”

“Well, I suppose you’re going to have to do a better job of it, then. No?”, she teased in a low polished voice, as she walked through the marble corridors with Matayas in tow.

“You are the last Elder left, your own rules decree that an Elder should be accompanied everywhere by a contingent of Death Dealers or in your case, your Highness by your Royal Guardsmen.”

Amelia chuckled. She was clearly amused. “Ah, my dear Mátayás, you are the only one who still calls me that. I suppose being in exile preserved some sense of proper royal etiquette in one.” She was teasing, in that subtle way that you could not tell whether to take what she said seriously or not. She had, however, exasperated his sense of humor; for Mátayás, this was no laughing matter. Protecting Amelia was an oath he swore long before she was a vampire elder. It was an oath he had swore to her father, the King, before he had died and she ruled in his stead. He would continue to do that until the last breath left his body.

( Read more... )

This is a stupid detail. I was watching Evolution yesterday and noticed that Amelia's eyes turn bright green when she is pissed off, not blue. I thought that I noticed that in the first movie as well, when she is dying, but thought, nah, all the rest of them have blue glowing eyes, why would she be any different?

So, yeah, green, not blue. Why? Ahhh, inconsistency, I loathe thee.

In that case I'll be making that change too when I post. Green. O-kay. Why?

Maybe I can use that somehow.

The remains of the book from the House of Ordoghaz landed on the marble table with a heavy thud. Amelia sits in the plush chair and rests a hand on her head as if trying to nurse her headache away. The book she had gone through thundered in her mind, its words bellowing out in her ears as if someone had spoken them out loud. It had been an unpleasant evening. It was one of those nights when all she remembered were bad memories from the past. Like how Marcus hated Viktor and how many times he directed rage towards her because she had often sided with Viktor. Marcus had made them specifically to help with the threat that his brother faced. What did he expect that they would do? She had favoured entombing William. Reading what she had tonight, however, made her ill.

So many lies. Some necessary...many absolutely spun so that the fledglings from the Old World coven would fall under Viktor's sway.

Marcus, I can understand your anger although not your actions. Viktor, one might see how you deserved your fate.

( With my last breath you will be made strong again )

Current Mood: solemn
Current Music: Born to Darkness

One could not live as long as an Elder and not have her secrets. One could not do what was best for the covens, without doing some sort of harm to someone along the way and sacrificing your own pleasures. Most will never know what I have given up. Most will never know what I have forgiven. Forgiveness between Marcus, Viktor and myself is something that had to transcend everything that we may have done, and the rules each of us have broken. Otherwise, some of the decisions that each of us had made when the others were asleep, would have broken us apart and destroyed the unity of the covens. Unacceptable. Every one of us had our secrets, even from one another. It was more difficult, however, to keep secret's from one another. How could one possibly hide away the memories that are given with our blood when we wake each other? Very difficult, but not impossible as Viktor proved rather effectively. Although I should not judge him, I am not innocent of this myself.

Forgiveness.

Viktor forgave Marcus when he went searching for William's tomb that first time. I forgave Viktor for exiling Matayas; Marcus forgave me for siding with Viktor in deciding William’s fate. Believe me when I say that was the least of our transgressions against each other. Truly, in my heart, I do not believe that Marcus ever forgave Viktor and me for what we had to do to his brother. Ah, as if that was the worst of it. For now let us not mention the lies and backroom deals made to undo the wrongs the other had done. Our relationship was as dangerous game, a battle of strategy not unlike chess. One would try to outmaneuver the other, gain something when they caused you to lose something else, one Elder would plot revenge and the other spent the next century trying to undo the damage or nurse the loss. In the end, there was only one truth, for better or worse, we only had one another. Who else would understand what it meant to be an Elder, the trouble we faced, the wars we fought, the decisions we had to make for everyone, and our own sacrifices? No one could understand us but us. We were like brother's and sister, husband's and wife, a queen and her two king's. Yet, because of the wounds we inflicted on each other, we knew that there was no way that we could rule amicably together for all eternity. No, that would have led to destruction and I would like to think that not one of us was that selfish to want such a thing for our kind, at least not until Marcus saw his opportune moment of revenge. Unforgivable.

Despite what you might think, we loved our children, even when they hurt us or us them. Therefore, although we leapfrogged through time in order ensure the coverns security, least something happened to the Elder who was ruling over the Two Great Covens, we also did it to ensure that we would not kill one another. One has to think practically about these things when you realise that your life is like an hourglass that will never run out of sand. Two hundred years of rest was needed for the tired mind and it was plenty time to numb the pain from what the other had done to you. That is, when it was something that one could stand to forgive.

Bonded we were in blood, love, hate and camaraderie. Ruling a hundred years and then sleeping another hundred before seeing the both of them in turn was unbearably lonely at times. One could almost feel jealous of their children who got the chance to remain awake for the centuries and who had spent more time with Viktor and Marcus then I did. Upon awakening, we barely had a month together to tie up…loose ends, before the other was laid to rest for two centuries. After the first real war, never were we together again at the same time. And now, I will never see them again. Never will I write a question in a journal that I used to keep for Marcus, only to open it two centuries later and see that he had replied. Those little things that made the century go by a little easier, or at least for the time spent reading the others letter’s, which put a smile upon my face. Never will Viktor wake me with a quip whispered in my ear, as he rested his hand on my forehead: En Veled szeretnem leelni az eletem hatralevo reszet. No, it was not all bitter, as some of you would want to think. We kept each other going so-to-speak, so that in turn we may keep the covens going. More than a thousand years, gone. Finally, it seems that the sand in their hourglass had run out, replaced only by my tears which, would measure the time since their passing. The past lay's itself to rest; the centuries move on regardless of whether you do. Forgiveness is the only thing that allow's one to keep moving forward. Will I move forward or be stuck in the past?

Forgiveness. Tell me how and I will do my best, as I have done for centuries.

-Amelia

Having finished writing in the leatherbound journal, she softly closes the book and puts down the fountain pen. She walks across the brocade draped room and opens the door to a great library. Within it lie the remnants of books and documents that were saved in the wake of Marcus' destruction. She crosses over to the other side where the bookshelves were still lined with books that were intact. There were two great coverns, which were seperated by a vast ocean. This was the mansion of that one convern; the covern which Amelia had spent a part of her time ruling while Viktor left Kraven as a Regent over Orghodaz. Slipping the journal inbetween centuries of Viktor's letters to her and Marcus' journals, she quickly looked around the ghost of what was left from the House of Orghodaz and walked out of her library. She swiftly locked it behind her, as if trying to trap the memories that did not burn with the books that did.

Current Music: Moonlight Sonata No. 14 in C minor

How exactly, I wonder, did they come to that ill-timed conclusion? Did they try to revive me? Did they give me their blood in order to see whether my parched lips would gather up the only thing that could save me? Pardon the fury in my voice but, I assure you they did not and it vexes me. They left their Elder to die and change there. My cells fighting the disgusting ravagement of the Lycan virus. I will never feel pure again. Surely, I will never be the same again.

If Kraven were still alive, I would have made what Marcus did to him look like the gentle flogging of a unruly child. I only curse Marcus from taking that pleasure from me. Poor, short-sighted, Marcus. I loved him in so many ways. He sired me. Tainted, as well he was, by the filthy blood of a Lycan. When the first drop of Lycan blood hit his lips, he was lost to us all. At least that's what those who are left tell me. Not that one could trust the ramblings of the glorious fops in the coven and those ladies whose intellect sharply reflects that of dim lightbulb. Obsessed with finding his brother William, instead of bringing back stability in the wake of Viktor's murder and Kraven's treachery, he left his kind without an elder. That is, until I came back. Indeed, above all, it was Marcus who commited the most heinous crime and destroyed Orghodaz and, those who didn't have time to flee for their lives.

For awhile, the Lycan virus did one thing for me. It made me more resilient. Without it, Corvinus' Coroner's would have surely made me wish for my death. Instead, I sent them to their's when they happened to lean in a bit too close for my taste. Lucky me. Weak, but alive, the next thing that I remember was trying to get off a large ship. Well no, forgive my lie, the last thing I remember was the faint smell of Alexander Corvinus' blood carried upon the air and a very large explosion that sent me flying into dark water. Blessed are the two who found me and gave their lives to save me, though I do not recall taking theirs. I shall make them guards of the highest order if they ever forgive me for the virus I passed onto them.

And so, it came to pass in these last five years, that Amelia-the last vampire Elder-became what she is today: determined to live, thristing for revenge, driven to reunite the covens, and hell bent on winning the choatic war that will undoubtly engulf us for her sins. They said that I was bled dry, dead. They underestimated my will to live.

If you want peace, prepare for war. Viktor understood that. It is in his honour that I will make the streets run red with the blood of our enemies.

Fandom: Underworld Evolution
Fanfiction: Post-Evolution

Crossposted to tenebrae_nostro

Notes: It took Amelia five years to heal from the Lycan virus which competed with her own Vampire-Dominant Virus. Her will to survive prevailed and now she is back to unite what little is left of the coverns, in order to protect them from Lycan groups who saw this as a fitting opportunity to attack the scattered vampires and end their race. Amelia has designs to restore the vampire covens to their former glory and settle the internal strife that was caused in the wake of events involving Kraven, Marcus and Selene. No matter how distasteful, Amelia is prepared to initiate talks with whatever Lycan leader emerged from Lucien's demise in order to cease the Lycan attacks on vampires. That, or prepare for war. Tonight however, The Last Elder pushes diplomacy aside to satisfy her thrist for revenge.

( Warrior Queen Raising )

How does one stir people to action (Sages of Chaos)
Conversing with Selene on OOC (Tenebrae Nostro)
Warrior Queen Raising (Tenebrae Nostro)
Bury the hatchet or cut her head off with it? (Sages of Choas)
Not Your Average Hollywood Vampire (Tenebrae Nostro)
Burning with Righteousness (Tenebrae Nostro)
Tea and Biscuits in Downtown LA (Tenebrae Nostro)
Girls Night Out (Tenebrae Nostro)
Where is my Chariot and Knight in Shining Armor? (Tenebrae Nostro)
Come out, come out...(Tag: Michael) (Tenebrae Nostro)
End of All Hope? (Tenebrae Nostro)
Hello operator, give me number nine..or not (Tag: Amelia) (Tenebrae Nostro)
Battle Lines (with NPC Matayas) (Tenebrae Nostro)
Blood Lines (Tenebrae Nostro)
I've Been Searching for You (Tag: Amelia) (Tenebrae Nostro)
Interrogating Janos (with NPC Janos) (Tenebrae Nostro)
New Suckheads in Town but the Job Stays the Same (Tag: Amelia) (Tenebrae Nostro)
I Do only What is Necessary (Sages of Chaos)
At the doors of Amelia's coven...(Open Amelia) (Tenebrae Nostro)
Honouring the Departed (Tenebrae Nostro)
Be an angel and tell me what I need to know (Tag: Gabriel, open) (Tenebrae Nostro)
The Grand Opening of After Dark (Open) (Tenebrae Nostro)
A Message for Frost on his Big Night (Open) (Tenebrae Nostro)
Anyone wanna play with a rabid Wolverine? (Open) (Tenenbrae Nostro)
Did Hell Take a Walk Tonight? (Open) Part: One (Tenebrae Nostro)
Did Hell Take a Walk Tonight? (Open) Part: Two (Tenebrae Nostro)
Tenebrae Nostro Garden Party (OOC) (Tenebrae Nostro)
Run do not Walk (Tenebrae Nostro)
Masquarade: Hiding Behind our Smiles (Tenebrae Nostro)
Take a Walk with Me (Tenebrae Nostro)
Untitled (Tenebrae Nostro)
Lost to the Future (Tenebrae Nostro)
At Wits End Part Three(Tenebrae Nostro)
At Wits End Part Four (Tenebrae Nostro)

Fanfiction posted on either Tenebrae Nostro or Amelia's journal. For associated characters see journal links and visible tags section on Tenebrae Nostro.

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Kindred: The Embraced
NPC: Matayas
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Kill your Darlings
I will drown the world in Lycan blood for what they did to me
Chatting with Mátayás (npc)
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Hope for a new future
Prompt: Forgiveness
They say that I was bled dry...
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Diplomacy through War

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Kindred: The Embraced

NPC: Matayas

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Kill your Darlings

I will drown the world in Lycan blood for what they did to me

Chatting with Mátayás (npc)

Eye Colour

Hope for a new future

Prompt: Forgiveness

They say that I was bled dry...

Warrior Queen Raising

Links to threads with Amelia