Kennen Demetrios
Age: 40 (looks) | 6,242 (actual)
Family: Icarus - Father (deceased); Murderess - Mother(missing); Ezulius - Half Brother
Species: Blooded Vampire
Rank: Royal Scribe/ Warrior
Faceclaim: Vin Diesel

Clear-headed | Scholarly | Persuasive
Reserved | Skeptical | Intense

Autumn of 4226 BC
A scream echoed throughout the small vila as a woman started to give birth. The father sits in the study writing of the last week's events. Soon a little baby’s scream broke through the sharp crisp autumn air. Standing from his desk Icarus walked toward the birthing room. Opening the door he was handed his son, tossing back the blanket off his new child to see it was a son. “Kennen” He whispered to his newborn son. “Welcome to the world my son..” Icarus wore two large rings placed upon his fingers from king Varian with his family crest and jewel green eyes. A soft smile placed on his hard-set face, his wife lays in bed sweaty and tried but healthy “it’s a boy” her voice was dry and cracked, her breath heavy. “Yes, my love, our first son” She held her son close to her chest and rested her head on the wall behind her bed.

Spring of 4213 BC
13 years of age, Kennen starts to gain muscle and his mind grows sharper each day. Between sparring and his tutoring he rarely has time to enjoy being a child. During the morning hours of a beautiful spring, day Kennen awoke in the study. Head laying on a soft pillow and a light sheet draped over his shoulders. Standing abruptly as the scent of blood flooded his nostrils. His eyes shot to the door as he jolted through the doorway and down the hall. His eyes shifted toward his mother and father's room. Slamming open the door open only to see his mother standing above his father. She wore her armour and held a stake hewn from a hawthorn tree, his father had one through his heart already. He didn’t know how to respond, he simply stood there blank faced...Frozen. His mother's eyes shot up as she heard his breath. Her eyes grew wide. She leaned over and snagged a large bag off the ground before running past Kennen pushing him to the side of the door. His feet stumbled forward with the weight of a thousand bricks as he flopped onto the ground beside his father. His eyes locked with that of his deceased father. His hands reaching up and slowly closed them. He reached forward and pulled the two rings off his father's hands, slipping them on his fingers...He had become the head of the Demerios bloodline.

He turned around and shot up running in the direction his mother had escaped trying to catch her. Anger fueled his whole body as his feet pounded and he ran toward her. Her outline could be seen against the newly orange sky. “YOU MURDERESS!” Kennen voice rang through the field as he failed to catch up her and stood there. Hands in balls filled with fiery and lack of understanding.

Present Day
Kennen has found himself among his clan rather comfortably. His skills as a warrior and a fighter have been put to rest for the time being as he takes up the title of Scholar and Keeper of Knowledge. He revisis all history and keeps track of large events happening in the faction. He enjoys sparing with his group of friends and enjoys reading and learning about today's technology.