----☾ History ☽
Søren Asger Jorgensen
[1349] ✧ BIRTH ✦
Adrian is born in the winter of 1349 as Søren Asger Jorgensen. The Jorgensens lived in Denmark and were Danish lower nobility at the time. Søren grew up a healthy child, although possibly a tad pudgy from sitting around with his nose in his study books.
At the tender age of seven years old, young Søren was gifted a sword or more specifically. It was accompanied by these words from his grandfather: 'You must learn to protect, young lord, for your life and that of your family will depend on it.' As a young child he could not make any sense of his grandfather's words, but he took the sword with great gratitude and thanked his grandparent for his generosity. What he did not know at the time, is that the rapier came with rigorous training to teach him how to wield it. The beginning of said training was rough for the young lordling and he went to bed bruised and battered a lot. But slowly but surely he learned. He learned to block and parry and riposte. And he learned languages when he wasn't working on his mathematics, which he loved.
Years went by and the little lord grew up next to his older siblings as the youngest in line. This also meant there was nothing for him to inherit when he came of age. With 3 brothers and 2 sisters it would be a miracle if he could get anything more than some housing and a fancy title he would be bored of sooner rather than later. Søren's parents took pity on their youngest and made another decision for him: he was to be wed to a Dutch lady and to join her in her own country.
[1369] ✧ MARRIAGE ✦
The match his parents made for him was with a Dutch lady named Ida van Wyngaerden who is seventeen years of age at the time. Although not his style, their parents throw a huge wedding feast for the two newlyweds. Søren did not know his new bride all that well, but he did find her attractive. They find a communal language in German, the language came easier to Ida than English did.
On their wedding night, Søren did not touch his now wife. He took her to the bed, her lip trembling as the 3 year older man took her by the hand. What he did next, did surprise her. The Dane sat his wife down on the side of the bed, and took a chair himself. An awkward moment ensued before he started talking in German: 'So listen, I won't force myself onto you. I want you to get comfortable with me before we get into the things THEY want us to do.'
This surprises his wife, she had expected for him to just go for it. She had stopped trembling by then and held out a hand as a peace offering.
'At least sleep in the bed that was meant for us?' she asked, noticing he was trying to leave her be. Søren fell in love for the first time that night, with the girl that was now his wife.
[1373] ✧ POLITICS ✦
It took the young nobleman around 4 years to actually learn enough of the local language. It was so similar to German, but at the same time, nothing alike at all. He promised himself and Ida that he would only start his career in the political scene if he could speak the language without totally embarrassing himself. It did not take Søren 4 years to actually learn the language, but that's the point where he felt that he totally mastered it.
Until that point he tried to keep up with the politics in the area, listening in as much as he could. He was disappointed he could not take his wife to translate for him in the beginning, but it did make it so he started understanding fairly quick what the people were telling each other and more importantly: what their problems were.
On other days he would talk to the people that fell under Baron van Wyngaerden's jurisdiction to listen to them and understand them better. This was frowned upon a lot by the other nobles, but very much so appreciated by the farmers and the craftsmen in town.
In 1373 he entered the political scene, with the help of his wife. She helped him make connections at formal functions by talking to the politician's wives and then afterwards introducing them to Søren, growing their network of people and with it the nobleman's position in local politics. It brings a nice wage for the family to spend and they move from the van Wyngaerden family home to their own house away from prying eyes. They liked their privacy. The pair takes on one servant maid and a groundskeeper.
[1390] ✧ STRANGER ✦
Somewhere in the year 1390, at age 41, Søren meets a young man named Helias. Reveling in the amazing conversation he had with the assumed younger man, spoiler alert: he got his ass charmed by a vampire without knowing, he told his wife about his newfound friend. He invites Helias into his home, giving him a place to sleep and come back to during his stay in their country. Helias was grateful or so it seemed to the van Wyngaerden-Jorgensen's. What they did not know, was that by taking in Helias, they had painted a target on their backs. They continued to house in for almost 2 years. He lived with the family of 3 like a talented fourth family member, who often brought music and knowledge to their house.
Søren liked discussing politics and maintained his English with Helias, as Ida still wasn't the best at it and Helias was obviously terrific at it.
[1392] ✧ DISASTER ✦
One night, Søren's hospitality catches up with him and the hunters have had enough of the politician harboring a dangerous individual in the sanctity of his home. An attack was launched on his house, where hunters violently broke into their home at night. There were somewhere around 10 people there. Some inside of the house, some outside.
Søren was studying another mathematical problem when they launched their offense and grabbed the first weapon he could find: an iron poke. He tried to run toward where his wife and daughter are sleeping, but was intercepted by a pair of hunters who engaged him in battle. Søren with his poke, held his own against the hunters, which was impressive to say the least. But two hunters against one human is just not fair and he was pushed back in the end.
Before the battle was over, the other pairs dragged down the bodies of his wife and daughter into the living room. Their throats slit, his wife's eyes still open in terror. Like she was killed mid scream. Seeing this image, Søren went into a frenzy, jumping the hunter closest to him. Driving his iron poke through his windpipe in blind rage, totally disregarding the second fiend in the room, who stabs him in the back. It hurt like a bitch, but in his state, amped up on adrenalin, he charges again like a lunatic. Only to get stabbed again, in the front this time, by his grandfather's rapier.
The weapon punctured his lung and the band of hunters, excluding the one he murdered, not having found Helias, left his home. Leaving Søren to gurgle out labored breaths, assuming that one of the pained exhales would be the last like the man that helped vampires deserved in their minds.
[1392] ✧ THYMOS ✦
'You must learn to protect, young lord, for your life and that of your family will depend on it.' The sentence replayed in Søren's head over and over. He tried to ignore the rattling breaths and the warm blood running over his back. Desperately he fought to get back up, to help his Ida and his daughter. He collapsed again in a frustrated groan, his energy and breath fading fast. This is where Helias entered the room anew. Finding the place where he lived in dissaray and the master of the house on the floor, fading. In Søren's mind the moment could've lasted a lifetime instead of a few seconds. As soon as he saw the vampire, his consciousness faded. Like he wanted to leave it to him, now that he was here. But instead, the vampire feeds him his own blood. Afterwards killing the man in a swift mercy, which was very unlike him.
Awakening was like a tidal wave of memories hitting his face. Thinking back on his Thymos-addled brain finding nourishment in their poor personnel. They didn't deserve it, but they couldn't really resist. It's not that he could feed on his own family, a bittersweet thought, since they reeked of death already.
When the frenzy left him he just sat back down next to Helias, who has stayed close enough for him to find the other man. All Søren could do at the time is stare at his home, now just an empty house. It was dark, but he could see it well.
[1392] ✧ REBIRTH ✦
After his Thymos, Søren payed his last respects to his beloved wife and child. He felt like he shattered in a thousand pieces, but could not cry. Søren knew what he had become the moment he came to. He has unclasped the necklace he has gifted his wife as a wedding gift. It had been a family heirloom, but he would be unable to pass it on, so he put it on. The simple emerald, tucked away under his clothes. He put the teddy bear with his daughter, ignoring the blood trail underneath his feet. With eyes looking nowhere he sets his home ablaze, sending his lovely wife and sweet child to whatever deity deserves them and the hunter to hopefully the worst hell imaginable.
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I want to go back
To a time before it was
Too late.
I'll never be
that me again
My feelings?
Oh, don't worry about those,
nobody else does.
My thoughts were
Destroying me.
I tried not to think
But the silence
Was a killer too.
It's immortality
my darlings
May God have mercy
on my enemies
'cause I won't
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