Name:
Aleck Miguel Alejandro Castillo
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Race: Kindred
Clan: Anti ( Lasombra )
Family: Wife - Myriam Pilar Chavez (Dead)
Sire: Amalie Ruiz
Born to a spanish noblewoman and a conquistador I was raised with little
wants or desires. Having stepped down to fall in love and marry a solider
my mother's father of course turned his back upon her and my father after
allowing them to marry. It didn't matter my father was a hard worker and
a proud solider making a living that made us comfortable while bringing us
honor through his duties. I remember well growing up in the lush greens of
our beautiful town on the outskirts of the city. Of spending time racing
through the hills and forests laughing with my father and spending time upon
my mother's skirted knee over looking the beauty of the ocean she would tell
me I was born to one day cross.
My hands were not always cleaned, while growing up I openly admit that I
spent time not only helping villagers in their gardens but also creating
mischief. I had stolen my share of apples from farmers and the markets. Of
course I would be dragged back to the market enough times by my mother 's
tight grip upon my ear that honor was finally established into my soul. Never
to strike me she made sure I learned through hard work and knowledge. While
my father had not grown up with schooling her noble birth had insured she
knew how to read and write. When she began to teach me I took to books with
a passion.
By the time I was fifteen I was home visiting from my trainings to follow
in my fathers foot steps as always I was often found with a book sitting
upon the beach or walking it's shore collecting charms and things that had
washed ashore. It is then that I met a visiting lady whose beauty and delicate
nature stole my heart. Born to the town mayor she was every answer to my
dreams . Because I was a lowly ranking officer at the time and he had designs
upon catching a nobleman with his daughter we were forced to run away and
be married . It was
not days later my father was killed in battle and we were forced to return.
As my mother was before her my beloved wife 's father turned his back
upon her and threatened to have me beheaded for the theft of his daughter's
innocence. With my father's passing I assumed the role of taking care
of my family including my broken spirited mother who began to fade the moment
she had heard of my father's death. Becoming bed ridden she was tended to
by my beloved wife as I was forced to leave them alone at times.
One of the times I was forced to leave I remember standing on the shore over
looking the beach where we had met. Near the very cove we had hidden away
in where a cave we had met in several times to be alone was hidden. Holding
her hands I swore to return to her as soon as I was able even though I was
to sail away for a month before my return. Swearing she would wait
for me there nightly until my return I left her there to join my fellow warriors
on the ship that was going to carry us away. The very ship that would during
a violent storm sink some days later after an odd sickness over took us upon
the new land . Void of much life the island we had taken refuge upon from
a violent storm that hovered over us for weeks was quickly becoming the death
for many of us. Few still alive we attempted an escape trying to sail away
from it thinking the land cursed. If only we knew then what it was that was
killing us perhaps then we might have had a chance.. instead our ship crashed
upon the rocks throwing us all into the sea.. When I woke next I was changed
different embraced into a new world.. a world I hated and struggled to escape.
My sire a beautiful woman was cold and told me nightly my family would never
welcomed me back. Finally
growing tired with my fighting and desire to return home to them she saw
us back to spain where days later I finally worked up the nerve to travel
to my beloved home. What I found there shattered any humanity in my heart
and soul. My mother's dead body rotting away upon her bed.. and seeking my
wife I wandered to the shores to find her broken body in the sea amongst
rocks where she had thrown herself in sorrow as time had 
passed the time I was due to return. Recovering it I took time to bury
them both in our family grave yard then gave myself to my sire.. allowing
her twist me for years.
For years I slaughtered and I fed I stalked the earth as she did. A god amongst
the common man. Turning my back on all that I had been taught until several
life times had passed and I found myself face to face with a young child
who I had come to kill to feed upon and amuse myself with. Yet the moment
I found myself looking into her eyes I saw my beloved there in them. Her
beauty .. her soul and the smile she offered me broke me partly free of the
shadows I had wrapped myself so tightly within. Seeing I would not kill the
girl my sire choose then to walk forward and snap her neck dropping her to
my feet with a growl
"I knew you would be weak.. I just didn't relize I'd have to keep killing
people for you.. as I did that weak wench and your mother!" in the horror
I knew then watching her stalk away she was to blame for the death of my
world. Not only was she the one behind my death but that of my mother and
my beloved wife. Before I could react she was gone leaving me alone to rediscover
how to live.. as I do now.. to struggle to seek forgiveness and healing ..
to find peace for myself but also bring justice to the dark witch who destroyed
me and led me to damnation! As I do I am once more found amongst my books
and my journal writing of things I ache to share with the woman I cherished.
