Argus Theophilides

A shopkeeper in Athens, Argus was caught in a terrible fire that swept through the poorest quarter of the city. Though he managed to escape the flames relatively unscathed, he suffered from breathing problems for months afterward; even worse, his meager livelihood lay in ruins. Drunk and desolate, he was ready to end his life in a dark alley when an old man grabbed him and bit deeply into his neck. Argus died but was given another existence, one darker by far than his life. The Embrace and adjustment to life as a vampire did not suit him. He fled his crazed sire only a few months later, hearing rumors among the Nosferatu of Athens about a seeress on Crete. Sleeping in ruined temples by day and traveling on foot by night, Argus made his way to Crete...and fell in love. In Erianthe, he saw someone who needed a protector, and though loath at first to accept his offer, the Oracle finally acquiesced. Argus has been her faithful guardian since the turn of the century, and the arrangement has worked well for both.

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