Name: Rakta.
Age: 2442
Appears: 26
Status: Vampire
Creator: Lalika
Character background: Haurakta was the second son of the second Magadah king, before the Aryan invasions, and before the imperial conquerors. He was expected to become more of a scholar than a warrior like his brother, but hated the fact of his late birth. He was a sickly child, believed by his own mother to be a cursed by the gods for her own infidelities. He even had her lover's features.
His father wasn't too enamoured with the child who cried constantly, and who was too ill to run and play with the other children. But he had more important things to worry about than another man's offspring.
Haurakta grew up in his brother's shadow, and in that grew a bitter seed. When he was sixteen, in retaliation, he slew his own brother in the middle of an argument and hid his body in the jungle.
Haurakta left his family for fear of punishment, and found himself in a band of thieves. He outwitted them when they tried to rob him, and ended up joining them, finding a new family of outlaws that respected who him for his talents rather than his status.
Very soon he became their leader, and led them on some very daring but bountiful raids. The were like kings themselves and for once he was happy, stealing from the very people that scorned his accidental birth.
It was one raid on a secluded palace by the Ganges waters that Haurakta found himself a little out of his depth. The Jewel of Sita was the target and it seemed easy enough. Except that she caught him, only him, just as he held her stone.
"That is mine." She said. "Put it back." And he did... obeying the silky voice and those quiet violet eyes.
Her name was Lalika, and she was a vampire. She kept him, amused by his wit and cunning manner. She liked his kisses and the passion she saw in his eyes when he saw her. He was in love with her from the moment he'd heard her voice, and he would have died for her.
The dignified princess lived alone and enjoyed his company, and when he asked to leave to see his band of thieves. She wouldn't let him.
"Anyone who come here, stays."
So he stayed and realised he would never leave. Lalika was his life and his love.
She changed him over a period of years, exchanging blood a little each day through loving and living. He didn't notice it happening, yet he did. Every day there was a new gift and a new joy, but he wasn't complete.
The lured people and hunted together and when he grew anxious to leave, she let him. When he was ready, he would return. Until then she would wait.
Rakta returned 100 years later to find the palace in ruins, ashes at his feet and Lalika vanished as though into thin air. In a rage of sorrow he swept though India turning many into vampires like himself, for want of company. Killing hundreds to satisfy his anger, looking everywhere for his princess.
The vampires he made died, either because he made them wrong in some way, or he grew tried of them and killed them anyway. They were not same.... different.
It was at the end of his rage when he exiled himself to the desert, living off the animals by night and burying himself in the sand during the day. This living made him delirious, and hungry for human flesh.
That was when he saw her, like an angel of the gods. Standing alone in the dark. He fell upon her like a ravenous animal, and would have drunk her dry if were it not for something about her that reminded him of his Lalika.
He stopped his feeding and realised it was too late, he would have to change her immediately, a process that caused the victim to lose most of their humanity. Or risk her dying.
He opened a vein and she drank readily. He called her Ysíolita... 'she who destroys'... as it was she who destroyed his rage and sorrow.