Luther Count

TW: Mild mentions of sex & death.




Name: Luther Gervase Count
Nicknames: Luth (doesn't like it)
Titles: Prince / Heir
Date of Birth: 28th June, 1641
Age: 379 (appears early 30s)
Blood Status: Born Vampire
Hometown: Glasgow, Scotland
Current Home: London, England
Nationality: British
School: Hogwarts
Sexual Orientation: Closeted Homosexual
Wand: 13 1/2", Dragon Heartstring, Willow


Hair Color: Dark brown
Hair Style: Neat, short
Eye Color: Green
Body Type: Toned skinny
Height: 6'2"
Other Distinguishing Features: Wonderfully shaped eyebrows.
Clothing Style: Likes muted tones, dresses quite well, but doesn't put an extraordinary amount of effort into it. Just likes to look neat and clean. Classic timeless styles.



Andrew

My earliest engagement with my sexuality began when I was very young. I was seven or eight years old, I suppose. My parents had given me a tutor, named Andrew. Andrew was a copper-haired, rose-cheeked youth in his early twenties, who I was remarkably fond of the instant we first met. We were steadfast friends who shared secrets together: secrets I had never told my parents or my siblings. He had secured a trust in me that I thought impenetrable; until that one day I will never forget.

I had studied the atlas intensely to please him with my geographical knowledge. I had even memorised the names of the oceans on the coasts of the continent, and had drawn from memory my own length of the River Ness. Flushed with excitement, I'd gone to his quarters and burst through the door.

He had pushed himself through her petticoats. Her stockings were ripped and her chemise exposed under her bodice. I saw her bosom, rising and falling rapidly, as he ravaged her on his bed. He had looked at me with fierce eyes I had never seen before, and I had ran. I ran, and I felt the acid rise in my stomach. I vomited in my bedpan, as I felt his betrayal. He was my tutor: he was mine! Not some brazen hussy's!

Thomas

The next experience was the real acknowledgement. I was ten, and our parents had taken in a young ward: a cousin whose parents had perished, called Thomas. I immediately took a liking to him, but in that fancy I also harboured feelings of great resentment towards him. Thomas was more accomplished than I at a great many things, and even though he was a vampire he had a sweet, tender soul. I thought he was another Andrew. That he would betray me as well.

Before that had a chance to happen, I staged his undoing. I was constantly picking at him - punching him - saying that he had started it all. Then I went a step too far, and deemed him an arsonist as I set his bedroom ablaze. I had used Gubraithian Fire from the lamps that lit our home, so getting it under control required a lot of specialist enchantments from Ministry personnel.

I told my Mother that he was bitter and resented them for not preventing his parents' deaths. I told them that he wanted us dead. They had believed me, and Thomas was sent away. He died a few years after, in a muggle house of correction.

Charles

Under Charles II, muggle England was ransacked with obscenity. Buggery, although considered an extreme offence in those times, was regularly practiced amongst men. In my early twenties, I'd taken part in a lot of it.

I felt guilt for Thomas and for Andrew, and also thoroughly disgusted with myself and the situation I'd put myself in.

As the heir of our Royal family, I was expected to marry a woman of another prestigious vampire family. Whenever I thought of women, I thought of that one spread out on Andrew's bed with her petticoats hoisted over her frock, and I felt sick. I knew exactly what I was, and kept it tight-lipped for all these years...

I pretended to be extremely selective, fussy, and a challenge to please. But as the years drew on, taxing as they were, I realised that I'd have to succumb to my fate.

Kieran

Although I had slept through some decades in the past, I had awoken to a much more accepting world. Vampires could complete their magical education, homosexuality was considered normal and I'd undergone a path of redemption through completing my medical degrees. My career was something that I could hide behind, as I'd often remarked at how it was a breakthrough for vampires. In years gone by, they never would have been employed as medical professionals.

But my family's expectations had not changed. My betrothal to Nicoleta Matei was something I dutifully accepted, although in my last vain hope of freedom: I chose my younger brother Kieran to act as her protector. Instead of entering the school as a healer, I beseeched him to go in my stead, as a student.

With any luck, the Matei girl will grow attached to him instead. I do not wish to hurt her, or my family. My days of being cruel to others are far behind me.