Clive Morris; Bount

Human
Bount


I D E N T I F I C A T I O N

Name: Clive Morris
Apparent Age: 33
Actual Age: 436

Eye Color: Gray
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 180 lbs
Hair Color and Style: Black and slicked back
Clothing and Accessories: Casual: solid color t-shirt, jeans and tennis shoes; work: blue or white dress shirt, gray or brown slacks, brown dress shoes; Formal: gray suit, gray slacks, black dress shoes.
Generalized Appearance: At a nice six feet one inch, with fairly broad shoulders and decent musculature, Clive is something of an intimidating sight, for normal humans. Ironically, this is opposite of his actual nature which is much more caring and nurturing, something he adopted when he went over the ocean to America.
Spiritual Pressure Analysis: Clive’s spiritual pressure has a feeling of powerful depression and malaise when felt, and when seen, looks almost like a gray veil of fog that slowly seeps off of him.

Overall Personality: Clive is a man who promotes the importance of kindness and compassion to others, if not for their sake, then for one’s own. The feeling of being a good person is more of a reward to the soul, after all, than any negativity. He does his best at his job as a surgeon, with fairly decent bedside manner, though that occasionally slips when he falls into one of his depressive episodes. During these times, he tends to take time off, staying at home, in the dark with all of the curtains pulled over the windows.

Clive greatly enjoys his job, and values his position, and does his best to save any and all patients, much to the chagrin of his kind. Though he knows about them, and the gatherings that they hold, he tends to ignore them as best he can. He holds a special kind of disdain for his own people, largely due to their callous ignorance of humans, though this doesn’t mean that he has a high regard for humans either. The Shinigami most often want to kill his kind, as do quincy usually, and hollows are just a less humanoid version of himself. Thus it is for special reasons that he avoids meetings with other races, when at all possible.

Positive Traits: Determined- Clive is, above all things, determined to see his goals through and will often stop at nothing to do so. Sacrificing others, whether human or Shinigami, is all just part of the game to him. It’s all in how one plays.
Pragmatic- Practicality is a defining aspect of Clive, especially after having lived so long, one tends to view things in a certain way. Thankfully, Clive uses every opportunity that he has to its utmost as well as every tool at his disposal.
Logical- One of the greatest benefits to a long, long life is that Clive has learned many different things and keeps his emotions in check. Logic dictates the way that he lives his life, as well as in what way he manipulates the pieces on the board of life.
Negative Traits: Callous- Though he does indeed have emotions, and expresses them quite well and easily, he is oftentimes cruel to others. To him, most of the other races are beneath the might of the bount and so he sees and treats them as less so.
Dispassionate- One thing that makes him stand out from the normal people around him is that he rarely is swayed by strong emotion and is thus able to view things quite impartially. Though this isn’t to say that he doesn’t experience powerful emotion, he just doesn’t act on it nearly as much as normal humans do.
Paranoid- What has kept Clive alive so long is his paranoia, always the thought that the Shinigami or quincy know about him, but are biding their time. This has been built up from years of hiding from them, from hollows and even from normal humans wanting to burn him alive in the earlier parts of his life.

Loyalties: Himself

Goals: Avoid much scrutiny on the part of Shinigami and quincy, create an ideal haven for Bount kind

Habits: Ignoring yelling people, biting his nails, throwing a ball at his office, squeezing a stressball when agitated.

B A C K G R O U N D

Snapshots
Born: 1583
Adopted by Dracula, son of Dracul: 1612
Awakened doll: 1615
Took title of Count Dracula: 1623
Terrorized Walachia: 1624-1653
Went into hiding: 1653-1742
Married: 1711
Wife killed: 1723
Moved to America: 1785
Laid low: 1786-1878
“Dracula” hunt: 1879-1880
Quincy Morris “succumbs” to his wounds: 1880
Arthur Morris tells the story of Dracula to Bram Stoker: 1892
Laid Low: 1892-1914
Participated in WW1: 1914-1918
Moved to a small town west of Appalachia and worked as a doctor: 1919-1930
Moves further west, still working as a doctor: 1930-1941
End of WW2: 1945
Arthur Morris “dies” and takes a new name: 1963
Bartholomew Morris works as a new name in the burgeoning “tech” field: 1984
Bartholomew Morris retires: 2005
Clive Morris begins working in the Doctoral Field: 2015-2020


Overarching History
Born as Oliver Gainder in 1583 and he was a sickly child, not crying or laughing or even playing as a baby normally would. Instead he simply lay in his bed, sick as could be. While he had next to no hope of survival, in such an age, by some miracle, or curse upon the world, he was granted a reprieve from the jaws of death itself. Still, he grew up as a frail and sickly child, ill-favored by his father and only barely liked by his mother, he was said to bring misfortune to all he met.

He worked hard, though, carrying and chopping wood, gathering food from the fields and even bringing home meat from hunts. He and his brother and father would take their bows and go out into the woods to get some meat. That was something that he was good at, scarily good, in fact. His brother often likened him to a hunter, eyes and mind so focused that, often, the other young man was unsettled. Over time, as Oliver got stronger and stronger, this caused a divide between the two young men but, for now, they were thick as thieves.

It happened when they became teenagers; the changes. Oliver began to move faster and faster, surpassing his brother; then he became stronger, once wrestling a bear to the ground with nothing but his fists. His mind and senses were more attuned to the world around him and Oliver knew something was coming, without ever having seen it. Some people began to whisper about witchcraft, or that he’d made a deal with some demon. After all, the earliest days of Wallachia were full of superstition and magic.

Then, one autumn when he’d just reached the prime of his early twenties, a particularly bad harvest pushed things over the edge. The people, already fearful of the man that could handily defeat, who had once been, the strongest man in the village, finally turned on him. While he was out hunting, his family was taken by the church and burned at the stake for bearing and harboring a demon. Then, this completed, they set fire to his home, the only way to make sure that the desecrated ground was sanctified and safe once more.

When he returned home to find the destruction, he dropped his catch, immediately, and headed off for the town square. Yet, he was too late; when he arrived all that remained were the scorched bodies of his family. Enraged, he demanded to know what the villagers thought they were doing. Yet the look upon their faces, that the demon had stumbled directly into their trap… He ran, the voices screaming and shouting behind him. They wanted his blood and him dead. He was a curse.

It was to an old castle on a hill that his mother had long since forbidden him to go to, yet they wouldn’t come for him there. They were all too terrified of the structure. And yet, as he approached, he heard them baying for his blood. When he heard someone shriek behind him, he stopped and looked. A pile of headless bodies rested on the ground, all of them in shock. Each face held the same appearance.

“Good evening.” The voice behind him was cold and contained, as if it had gone through a million such occurrences before. “To what do I owe the pleasure of a visit? I haven’t had a visitor in many years…”

Slowly Oliver turned and there was a man, easily seven feet tall, behind him. He seemed to be practically veiled in darkness, as his facial features were difficult to discern. “I…” Forgetting how to speak within the visage and gaze of this man, he swallowed, gathering what courage remained within him. “My name is Oliver and I’m-!” Yet he was stopped short as the man cupped Oliver’s chin in his hands and turned his head side to side, as if examining him.

“I’m well aware of who you are, Oliver. I’ve been keeping an eye on you since you were young and I thought, given what just happened, that I should come to you. You’ve experienced a great injustice… You want revenge, don’t you? Revenge against the people that attacked you, that murdered your family, right?!” Oliver watched the man, nodding the whole time as his eyes smoldered with rage and hatred. “I can help you with that. You’re different, Oliver, like me. We’re different in a good way. We can maintain our youth, our life, indefinitely. All we need to do is devour the souls of others. You can do this while they’re still alive or after they’ve expired.”

“…who are you, though?”

The man chuckled, sharp features showing in the crackling of lightning illuminating the sky and land. “You may simply call me, Vlad…”

Vlad took in and adopted young Oliver, teaching him that he was a bount, what it meant to be one and how to properly feed. He taught them of their history, how many like them had once existed following a horrible mistake of the creatures known as Shinigami and that they’d been hunted by the other creatures called hollows. At first they hadn’t had a way to fight back, no way to combat the masked monsters. Then one of their kind had awakened to her doll and everything had changed. From that day forward, all bounts trained to acquire this power of the doll. But it was a double edged sword and that it could easily destroy the wielder, if they weren’t careful. All of these things were difficult for Oliver to accept, at first, though as with all things, time assisted with acceptance. With patience, Vlad took the boy under his wing, teaching him how to feed, how to perform combat, with both fists and blades, and even how to use a special kind of magic that the bounts had.

And so it was that, armed with his new weapons, Oliver went back to the town that had murdered his family and, one after another, slaughtered the town with a cruel efficiency. Vlad, who’d been watching on a nearby hill, asked him, when all was complete, if he was satisfied with what he’d done, knowing he wouldn’t be. It was with mounting ambition, that Oliver trained harder than ever to acquire this “doll” that Vlad had often spoken of. But when he did, she was a monster of frightening caliber.

Vlad had insisted he be there, upon her first awakening, as a doll held incredible powers. Indeed, when she awakened, she tried to kill Oliver, though was quickly put in her place by Vlad, grabbing her and commanding her listen to Oliver, explaining that her was her master. Despite her obvious disinterest in the arrangement, she grudgingly accepted the weaker bount as her boss. Yet each mistake was one more that she would hold against him.

Life progressed rather smoothly, after that, for many years. There was momentary peace, followed by conflicts with the, then powerful, catholic church, who’d begun to fear the many “evil creatures” within Wallachia. With their ever increasing influence, they launched a holy campaign against the territory that would become part of Romania. Sending holy soldiers called Quincy deep into the heart of the land, they began to exterminate all those that they deemed evil, of which many bount were destroyed. Thankfully, though they marched into battle against several clans of quincy, they managed to come out victorious time and time again.

These victories came at a terrible price, though, and both Vlad and Oliver began to realize that they needed something else to tip the balance of power. Thus, in the middle of November, 1618, while experimenting on a human with his magic, he discovered an odd presence and, when he coaxed it out, found a small swarm of creatures, flying around the corpse. They were peculiar. His master had bitto, which is what he knew these to be, but these were more like bats. Thus it was that he created his first bitto, and learned how to make them from normal humans.

While this certainly helped, it was not enough to stop the advancing Christian army who, in 1623, sacked the castle and killed Vlad. Yet, even as they left Wallachia for Budapest and Vienna, Oliver had already taken the title of Dracula, count of the land. He would go on to terrorize the land for nearly twenty more years before, tired of countless fighting with priests and other such holy entities from the church, he left the country of Wallachia. In Austria, he would go into hiding taking a wife and having a normal life with her, before her unfortunate death from smallpox in 1723.

He would remain in Austria for another sixty two years, before deciding that Europe simply wasn’t for him, and moved to America. There he quickly bought a ranch out in the western part of the country where he began to raise cows. Quickly building a name for himself, Tom Morris’s cattle quickly became widespread in their use from tanning leather to milk, to meat.
Nearly one hundred years after his exodus, however, word reached him about a very mysterious case happening back in London. A bizarre incident of people reportedly going missing and showing up later completely deranged and delirious. While he wasn’t for sure it was one of his own, at first, the fact that the being often had to be let in told him the rest. Bount, he knew, preferred to be civilized in their hunts, cultivating a target carefully, before sucking out their soul. When he first got tho London and investigated, he could tell immediately. This bount had a strange power, he’d not seen before: its doll could create pseudobounts. These creatures didn’t have the capacity to suck out souls, but would instead get pale and sharp teeth with which they’d drink the blood of a victim. These victims would then turn into psuedobounts on their own. Left alone, this would allow the other bount to create an army, which would invariably link back to the rest of their kind and cause a second hunt.

Not willing to risk the discovery of his kind to a reckless child, he assisted Vincent Helsing, Frank Seward and Hector and Jennifer Harken in hunting down and killing the creature. Yet as he made his way up the ruins, his friends not able to follow him, he and the bount battled atop the ruins. As he’d thought, the other bount was young and inexperienced in the ways of waging a battle, using his doll recklessly to fight. Mathilda, who was far more experienced, defeated the doll and then sliced through its mansho. Coincidentally, as the sun came up, the other bount turned to ash, as his doll vanished with him. As it ended, he covered himself in many different injuries and cuts, lying against some of the cobblestone, having splashed his blood everywhere. He asked them not to forget him, and to bury him back in his home of Texas.

The moment that they had gone, though, he broke free of the mausoleum, forged a new name and new papers and took over as Quincy Morris Junior. He would live a normal life for the next nearly one hundred and forty years, changing names and taking on different professions as he did. Though there was a stint in 1932 where he learned a special spell from a group of spiritualists to seal his doll in her mansho and then in a box so that she couldn’t attempt escape on her own. Otherwise, until 2020, he lived an average life. But it was in this time that things happened that caused it all to unravel, as life so often does. And so he found himself practicing medicine, as time began to unwind life as he knew it…

Doll
Legion of the Damned

Mansho: Mathilda’s mansho takes on the appearance of a red scarf, tattered on both edges.
Doll Appearance: Mathilda appears to be a skeleton, though missing her lower half, garbed in a sanguine cloth. In her hand, she carries a large scythe with a lantern connected to the end of it with a chain.
Doll Ability:What seems to be Mathilda’s power is her ability to drain the soul from a normal human, she can create ten wraiths similar to her in appearance that all have a lantern and possess the same spiritual pressure as she herself does, making it more difficult to track her.

STATS & SKILLS
SPENT XP/TOTAL XP
0000/1000

STATS
Reiatsu
Power 20
Control 30
Agility 30
Durability 20


SKILLS
Power Affinity Beginner
Physical Combat Beginner
Spiritual Combat Basic
Evasion Basic
Bitto Apprentice