My present set of friends do now know who, or what, I am.
They might hate me if they knew the history of my family tree.
It does not really matter, I will need to leave them soon, anyway...
They are all getting to old for me to explain my continued youth.
IOC
THE SINS TYDEUS OF CALYDON HAS WROUGHT
Time stands for nothing when you are the cursed immortal bastard son of a damned warrior king.
The ancient history of my father’s awful fate is well known to many, but only recently discovered by me.
I live on and on and on throughout the centuries... blighted by nightmares of my father’s horrid death.
Was Tydeus the impetus for the first brain eating zombie... and am I forever cursed every night to dream about becoming like him?
IOC
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