Constantin Altair @ConstantDaddy There is no good or evil, there is only fun and boring. And I'm the former. United Kingdom Joined December 22nd, 2041 391Following 82kFollowers
History @ConstantDaddy • July 28th
Constantin Altair's story began thousands of years ago. Where one would want to start is tricky. One could start at his birth or the birth of his ancestors. Both would be viable places. However, one shall start with the former. Born in 403 bce, Constantin was initially named Lysander, after the Spartan admiral who defeated Athens only the year before he was born. He was a wealthy child and the descendent of Leonidas, the great Spartan king who defeated the Persians during the 5th century bce. Much was expected of the young Lysander and people believed he was destined to be the next great Spartan warrior. Maybe even their leader. It was a common belief until he was only eight years old.
When he was eight, the family visited the oracle of Delphi and was dealt a devastating blow. It was foretold that Lysander would grow up a monster and be the one to kill his father. Like king Laius and Cronus did when confronted with this situation, his father, Basil, made the decision to try and kill his own son. Basil had four other sons. It had to be done. To protect his own life and his family's. So that very night, he took Lysander out to sea. For nearly four hours, he sat in a small row boat with his father, listening to old Spartan stories, listening to the gods and their adventures, looking up at the stars and hearing how they came to be. Lysander did not realise what his father was doing. What he was trying to avoid. However, just when Lysander could see the sun brimming on the horizon, he felt his father's firm hand pushing him into the water. It would have been better for Basil to hold him under but he did not have the heart to do so. Plus, it was too far out to swim back to shore–especially when Lysander was only eight–and there were sharks in the sea, yes? Lysander could not survive. Especially considering how weak Spartans were in the sea. No, the ocean was Attica's speciality.
However, Lysander survived. He kept himself afloat until he was picked up by a merchant. Not knowing what to to do with him, the merchant dropped him off on the island he was travelling too, leaving him a street rat. Lysander refused to talk about his old life. Whilst one may think he was confused at what had happened, his father had explained why he had to do it. That he had no choice. That Lysander must die. That he was a monster. Being deserted stung–how could it not? But Lysander moved on. No longer was he Lysander of Sparta. No longer was he Lysander, son of Basil. No, he was just Lysander of nowhere. Taken under the wing of a local misthios, Lysander got by easily. He continued to learn how to fight with a sword. He earned money through random jobs that people were willing to give him. Hauling rocks from one place to another, picking grapes, helping fishermen gut the fish. Anything that Lysander could. Of course, half went to the mercenary and half went to him. The mercenary let the child stay with him, offered him a roof over his head, so it was only fair that Lysander paid rent. Lysander spent the money on food and clothes. However, he put a little aside that when he was sixteen, he could afford a proper weapon and shield.
Lysander became a mercenary himself. Travelling around the Hellenistic world, he fought in more battles than you could count–for the right price. However, Lysander was not a happy man. No, in his heart he nursed bitterness and anger. Towards his father and Sparta. Lysander took delight in destroying Spartan camps. Took delight in helping rebels take them down. He found himself provoking Spartan soldiers whenever he could. Of course, though Lysander was almost an urban legend back in Sparta, no one realised who he was. Lysander was glad about that. However, it all went terribly wrong when he was twenty years old. Spending a few years in Athens, Lysander was prone too...well, sex. With men, woman, in between, he didn't mind. Too him, it was natural. How could he turn away from something that was just the good part of life? It wasn't as if Zeus held himself back from it and who was Lysander to not follow the king of the gods footsteps? Regardless, Lysander had generated a dangerous reputation for himself up until this point. With elite Spartan training as well as the training from the mercenary and then experience, Lysander could beat nearly anyone with a sword. It had generated a lot of enemies. Most of the time, Lysander was on high alert. However, not in bed. He let himself relax. And that was when the other struck. Some Spartan general had put a bounty on his head and one mercenary was determined to collect it. It was during a three way that it happened and it happened all within the blink of an eye. One moment he was in the equivalent of Elysium, the next he was covered in blood. The mercenary had killed the other partner–she would just get in the way. Lysander was paralyzed by surprise and it was all it took the other to put a knife into Lysander's chest.
Lysander was left for dead in that bed. Why no one stopped to make sure Lysander was dead, Lysander will never know. His father didn't and now this imbecile. Then again, Lysander did pass out so maybe they assumed he was dead. Looking for a heart beat might have been a good idea. Stealing Lysander's ring, the only thing he had left of his childhood, to prove his death, the mercenary fled the scene and would not be seen for another few years. Bleeding to death, Lysander can be forgiven to being slightly foggy with what happened next. When he woke up, he was in some place strange. And he felt...different. What he found out was essentially this: a vampire named Tia decided to make him a vampire too. What they use to call them back then Lysander has forgotten but the popular modern day term is vampire. Blood sucking creatures that suffered from terrible complexion. It eventually came to light that Tia and her twin sister, Kalla, were his ancestors through his mother's side. Lysander only knew this because his mother use to tell him about stories passed down from generation to generation. How they had come from some far off land. Lysander was hazy on the stories. He was always far more interested in his father's stories back when he was a child. Thus, he was the second last to be adopted into the Altair family, for a while anyway. Well, the vampire family. He wasn't actually adopted per say but you get his gist. An ancient clan of vampires, it took Lysander a moment to figure out his new life. Dealing with the bloodlust, the speed, the strength. Everything. It was a lot to take. But Lysander dealt with it.
What he did do though was track down the mercenary who tried to kill him. Sure, he was going to have died anyway apparently but Lysander wasn't that impressed that someone had nearly actually succeeded in killing him. Through killing the mercenary, he found out who put the hit on his head. Basil. His father who apparently realised his dead son was not quite dead. So Lysander did what anyone would do. Lysander went and fulfilled the prophecy. He'd already become a monster so why not finish what had ruined his life? He left his siblings and mother alone, tracking his father down to confront him by himself. After heated words, Lysander snapped Basil's neck. Lysander took Basil's body out to sea and pushed him in, watching his father's body sink down into the clear blue water before disappearing. He was an immortal, powerful creature. The ethics of life didn't touch him any longer. He no longer had Hades to fear so he didn't think twice in carrying out the deed. Plus–not as if this was his first time killing someone. He had done that many times. But patricide was a different story.
Lysander hung around the family's matriarchs for a few more decades. Until Alexander the Great began his invasion. Though he wasn't a blood thirsty ripper, Lysander was controlled much by his own primal needs like he was when he was a human. And an invasion meant war. So he followed the Macedonian army all through the known world, feasting on the dying soldiers. Even helping the Greek army when he wanted. Sneaking into the Persian camps and destroying weapons and supplies then backtracking to help fight with them. The soldiers believed him to be Ares. None saw his face but he left a blazing trail every time he stepped onto the battlefield. Alexander of Macedon was a heavy follower of Ancient Greek religion and was quick to use Lysander's presence as a sign that he was on the right trail. For the next few centuries, Lysander went wherever he wanted. However, he generally followed wherever he felt history was occurring. Eventually, he found himself in Rome. At first, he built himself up as an important figure in Roman society and eventually became a senator. He eventually randomly 'disappeared' and his son appeared a few years later and then became senator a few years after that. It was a nice arrangement that gave Lysander a very comfortable life. He was going by Julius during this period. Though not to be confused with Julius Ceasar. Though Rome reminded him too much of Sparta for his liking, he liked the people and the wine so he was willing to ignore the empire. However, as a senator, he did try and curb the harsh lives some people lived whenever he could. Particularly in the colonies. It just wasn't his priority.
It was only when he met Cleopatra did this begin to change. Whilst he knows his vampire family might have come across her, he made sure his relation to her was kept a secret. Like so many others at the time, he fell in love with her. However, for the first time in his life, it wasn't for her looks. Her beauty never made him stay. No, she impressed him. Smart, quick and every bit of a leader as any man could be. Or dream to be might have been a better way to put it. He initially met her when she was Ceasar's queen and she had stayed in Rome. Initially, it had just been conversation. Small inside jokes here and there. She was a friend. However, by the time she had given birth to Marc Antony's three children, they were having an affair. One that was set in love rather than anything physical. He even told her the truth about himself. When he was born and what he was. He advised her on military matters and to this day, the fact that she was defeated is a terrible shame upon his soul. But it was enough to have the humanity inside of him begin to reemerge.
When the Roman senate fell, thus beginning the era of the Roman empire. Lysander was firmly against it. He helped the general Hannibal in the second Punic wars. Though once again defeated, it was Lysander's fighting skills that helped Hannibal make it as far as he did. When christianity rose, he hid them from persecution in all of his different manors across the known world. Anything to undermine the Roman empire that emerged from the death of Cleopatra. As well as other things, but her death was the most important event at the time. When the Western Roman empire fell, Lysander retreated from history. He settled down per say. He still helped out wherever he could but he never played an active role. He would nurse a dying soldier back to life. He would help an old man tend to his farm because all his sons were out fighting in a war. Small things. A good Samaritan. With the middle ages arriving, Lysander messed around. It wasn't until the beginning of the renaissance did something actually happen to him.
He fell into a cave and got trapped inside.
Until the 17th century, Lysander was trapped inside. Nearby towns believed the cave was cursed and stayed away and kept many passerby's away from him as well. Lysander survived off rodents and other critters that he could get blood out of. It wasn't a pleasant few centuries but he lived. Eventually, he was freed. Found by Tia once more and was let out into an entirely new world. New lands. New things to see. He skipped out on the witch trials. He found many of them were simply witches who found being burned alive amusing. However, he was there for the establishment of the institution of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy. Whilst he never had a particular interest in the magical world, it was rather bothersome for it all to go underground but he got use to it.
He partook in history until the Altair family returned to one another. Lysander, who by this point had permanently changed his name to Constantin Lysander Altair, was involved in all the revolutions he could make his way too. The French revolution. The American revolution. Etc. Constantin was a figure that observed the world around him and watched as the world grew and shifted. He dated a few times. Fell in love a few times. But they all died eventually. However, in the late twentieth century did life begin to pick up again. He became a hippie. He was at woodstock, slept with Freddie Mercury, danced onstage with Mick Jagger, drank with David Bowie. Constantin Altair was having the time of his life. He loved it. He loved the costumes and the hair. Oh, god the hair. He sported a mullet until he found his way back to his vampire family. Tia, the first chance she got, cut the mullet off and that was that. More tragic than a Shakespearian play if you ask him. However, he stayed with them wherever they all went to this day.
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