The Blood knight Born 962 IC in the Dukedom of Bastonne Jon's mother died when he was very young - he was always told it was the result of a miscarriage - whilst his sister was taken away by the Fay Enchantress at a young age. His father eventually remarried and had another son, Robb, who would become his favorite. Growing up, Jon always found his father to be cold and distant, and his stepmother bitter that he would inherent Bastonne over her own child. As a child Jon took to sword play almost immediately being instructed by the master-at-arms Goeffroi de Charny He became a squire at the age of eight.

By the age of twelve, he was already unhorsing boys four and five years his elder in the lists and battering seasoned men-at-arms into submission in the castle yard, and by the age of thirteen he was already defeating hardened knights in mêlées despite his skill with the blade he could never earn his father's praise.

Jon's taste for war would develop when a host of greenskins was rampaging across Bastonne's countryside Jon's heart pounded with barely restrained excitement as he knelt before his father, though he felt a tinge of unease. On one hand, this was his chance, at last, to prove himself in the field of battle, and he was full of noble confidence in his own abilities and those of his brother.

He could not deny however that his ageing father had grown frail and sickly of late and prayed to the Lady for his safety. After his father's blessing - which was mostly directed towards Robb, Jon and his brother mounted their horses with a cheer. Squires passed them their weapons and shields, and Jon felt trembling excitement at the prospect of war.

They joined the ranks of the knights as their family's ancestral blade was brought forth to be wielded by their father. It was a bloody battle and many orcs tasted the sting of Jon's blade but even then his father only saw the achievements of his dear brother it shattered any love Jon had for his family so that night in a fit of absolute rage Jon slaughtered his father and brother along with several dozen knight errants skinning their corpses and devouring each sycophantic knight to many it would appear the greenskins were victorious none would know that the young duke had been consumed by evil.

He fled east to the lands of Sylvania the wilds were a perilous place beset on all sides by wolves, daemons and even wretched ghouls Jon was near death huddled by a dwindling fire He raised his head as he heard the sound of horse's hooves on the road, and watched as a knight plodded through the rain towards him. As he got closer, Jon's recognized the knight's heraldry; a distinctive black fleur-de-lys.

it was Betrand D'Mousillon bastard of the duke who had unhorsed him during his brother nameday tourney it seems he had expected to find Jon here as he heard of Robb's tragic death playing on Jon's insecurities and feelings of hatred he offered to give him power like no other the gift of undeath gone was Jon of Bastonne now came Jon the bloody Over the course of the next several years, Jon trained under Bertrand's watchful eye. As an immortal he had decided to take his training more seriously, devoting himself to it with a focus bordering on obsession. Only then had he start to show his true potential. As a Vampire, he eclipsed those expectations and took them to a whole new level. Jon's swordsmanship soon bordered on the sublime, rivalling even the mighty grail knights.

Over the following centuries Jon would lead a reign of terror against the men of the empire and Bretonnia slaughtering any who dared enter His kingdom of undeath. Sylvania became a dead land filled with nightmarish beast where no fair things dare to tread for whispers of a nameless fear the counts of the empire would not speak of it for the truth was far too terrifying to contemplate a vampire had come to again to bring the empire of Sigmar to its knees with legions of nightmarish undead.

As with all vampires the young blood knight was ambitious beyond mortal means, and so he sought to instill his rule to not just Sylvania but the whole of the Empire of Man. He spent the next few centuries perfecting his spellcraft and potent vampiric abilities all the while slowly corrupting the pompous nobility of Sylvania Soon, every major castle within Sylvania was home to a family of long-living nocturnal Vampires, pallid of aspect and arrogant in their rule.

In time, the number of people who went missing grew to exponential numbers. A mysterious sickness, not unlike the one that had killed Otto the pious , had filled the graveyard's of Sylvania as well, pushing the people to their limits and forcing the majority of the peasantry to turn their backs on the gods who couldn't help them, and into the arms of the Cult of the Wiederauferstanden, known by many as "The Cult of the Arisen Dead".

Soon the holy temples were cast down the dead left abandoned on the roads or left to rot under the open sky With his deed enacted, the Count of Sylvania stood upon the battlements of Castle Drakenhof and intoned a terrible incantation from one of the Nine Books of Nagash.

Fueled by the magic saturated Warpstones recovered from Mordheim, the necromancy spell flowed over the unguarded cemeteries of the Gardens of Morr and in an instant, all throughout the province, the dead began to stir. Slowly, every single cadaver in Sylvania began to move towards Drakenhof to answer the call of the Vampire Count.

Thus began the vampire wars for 41 years Jon fought against the fledgling empire of men slaughtering Thousands three times being struck down each time returning even more powerful than ever it all came to fruition when the Vampire lord besieged the city of Altdorf with a great host of undead though a mighty warrior the men of the empire were resolute and with the aid of the Dawi beat back the unrelenting hordes Jon fled returning the his rotted kingdom though none dared to give chase for nothing is more deadly than a cornered vampire thus the noble blood knight sits upon his throne of woe in the dark lands of Sylvania biding his time ready to make war upon the empire should the mood strike him.

Physical appearance: Jon has the long face of the Bastonnes, with dark, hair falling around his shoulders like cascading midnight and grey eyes so dark they almost seem black. Jon resembles his father, Lord Eddard of Bastonne the only gift his late father bestowed upon him He is graceful and quick, and lean

Companions: Ghost a cunningly savage Giant wolf Jon took from a pack of greenskins he reveals in the hunt and slaughter his eyes burn like the fires of chaos his fur pale as death

firefoot a great nightmare clad in pitch black barding inscribed with motif of dragons and painted with disturbing icons of necromantic power.

Daenerys of Artois noble daughter who craved a life of adventure and danger eventually dabbling in sorcery and necromancy she is cruel, vain, haughty, quick to anger and viscously jealous if Jon should show affection for any but herself She has violet eyes, pale skin, and long, pale silver-gold hair. Daenerys is slender of frame, with small breasts. A beauty beyond compare

equipment: shield of the blood a large heater shield rimmed in blackened steel embossed with Jon's personal sigil the dragon of Bastonne colours reversed quartered with a prancing wolf white on black it is a stout shield that will block the swings of a raging minotaur

ring of unlife a lustrous band of gold clasped with a large sapphire augmenting Jon's potent necromantic ability allowing him to raise hordes of undead with ease

Anglachel iron that fell from heaven as a flaming star a malevolent blade forged from the blackened steel of the chaos dwarves it is eager for battle to taste the blood of damned souls thought the blade is black as the void its edges shine like pale flame