#merovech

Merovingian Dynasty – The Merovingian Dynasty was a Frankish dynasty considered the first French royal house. It was the first major political authority which rose out of the ashes of the dying Roman Empire in Europe. It was named for Merovech (fl. c. 450), whose son Childeric I (d. 482?) ruled a tribe of Salian Franks from his capital at Tournai. (more…)

“Oh, sweetie, sweetie,” he coos sarcastically, each word biting at the duke’s ears. “You’re so innocently adorable when you think I cared about you.” Teeth are gritted, thrusting sarcasm upon him like a double-ended sword. Merovech stands completely flabbergasted. The tall, handsome, crooked cripple stares at Sergio.  “How dare you-“ the lord begins when shocked anger begins to flare. Eyes are wide, mouth ajar. “Yes, yes I must have started it before I even set my foot in this cursed land.” Merovech stares at him, cinnabar rage rising in coca eyes. “Yes, I must have started the laughter years before I cared about your name.” Sergio knows exactly what he is doing. He digs into insecurities spilled during a late night from one close friend to the next for comfort. Merovech snaps, fist flying towards Sergio. But Sergio only smiles, watching him while the tallest fool’s fist is caught by phantom men. Hovering, it shakes from his magic. The wizard simply blows, like a child on a dandelion puff, to knock Merovech down.

  Humpty Dumpty takes his fall right after he had been stitched up so nicely. Sergio only makes one step before looking down. Sharp, narrow eyes peer into Merovech’s very soul. He smiles. It is smile that makes the youngest know Sergio has saved the best for last.

“Do you think, in some other universe, we could have been friends?” Sergio inquires, fingers flicking through his cards in the room of vanity. The table before them lies with fabricated cards that both figures play. Purple eyes draw up from the repeated symbols and numbers onto the other before him. Ebony hair trickles behind this other man in a braid while chocolate eyes squeeze shut in a rolling laughter. Sliding his card across the table, Merovech looks over to Sergio speaking with a “supposedly” faked sadness. “I am somewhat disappointed you view us still as just friends.” A hearty chuckle ensues from both figures. They stare at each other from the corner of their eyes as if to ponder each man’s existence like copycats. Letting his head drift to the side, strands falling across his face like India ink on a paper, Merovech murmurs softly, “if we let each other, I know it would be.”

They look to each other once more, eyes staring into the oblivion of the other powerhouse. Then, out of nowhere, Merovech lets his cards fall that had been clutched to his heart like treasure. Pushing closer he reaches for Sergio and his curls before being swallowed into a rapidly consuming nothing.

they have to power to take eyes from other people though, and by taking their eyes they learn all of that persons abilities.

by the way, its not as bad as it sounds. its more like they take the persons eyeSIGHT, which leaves the person blind. but they people who took them gain eyesight of their own

they can recall and use any powers they have at p much any time. you can also take eyes from dead people if the eyes havent rotted at that time

these people are very. uh. royal. i guess is the word. they have kings and queens and princes but they dont live in castles. more like oriental manors? idk. anyways merovech is a prince

now basically what happened is this hideous undying eldritch creature thing possessed the body of a butcher and basically slaughtered all of merovechs family. yeah. that fucking sucks. 

he was not there at the time, and by the time merovech got back, the butcher had slaughtered his whole family. merovech was able to protect himself and send it a ways away (but not for good)

merovech was devastated that all of his people basically are fucking dead but he did what he needed  to and took the eyes of his dead family members. which basically gave him thousands upon thousands of abilities and skills, earning him the name "prince of ten million techniques"