At the start, Jonathan Seneca was a simple man with simple, human problems, until he was 26 years old. Jonathan Seneca was born in 230 B.C, in the Greek Temple that worshipped Ares, God of War. His parents prayed to their God to give him a blessing like no other, but that's for later on in the story. Jonathan was not born with the name he has later on, instead his name was Kero Deloka, a famous family name from the heroes of War.
Kero grew up to the age of Six years before his parents had pushed him into training for the war, there, he was brutally beaten and tormented, put through trials that would make even the eldest of men cry.
Kero had pushed through, being the only person in his class to graduate. At the age of 16 he was out of the classes and into the War, where, if he were to win, he would finally understand who he was. What his gift was.
He fought long and hard, two years into the War he had made a friend, his name was Arkel, he was an Athens soldier, born under the God Posiedon. They had fought many years together afterwords, after 8 years at War, Arkel was stabbed through his heart with a wooden stake. This angered Kero, he ran into battle, screaming, his anger clouding his better judgement. He was impaled, then left on the ground to bleed out.
"Gah!"
Kero gasped for air, he looked down, the wooden stake sat in his lower intestine. He reached down, pulling it out. The battle had been long over, dead, decomposed bodies lay next to him.
"What.."
Kero stood, the wound healing quickly, shocking Kero. He looks around, shielding his eyes from the sun, it was early morning and the sun was warm. Last he knew it was Winter.
"What is this.."
He looks down at himself, his skin receding from gray and bulging with veins back to its peach tone.
"It is your gift, Kero."
A loud booming voice spoke from behind him, this shocked him. He turned quickly, only to be faced with his God, Ares.
Instantly Kero went into a kneel and bow,
"My God, Ares. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
Ares laughed boomingly, causing Kero to shake to his deepest parts.
"Stand, my boy. We have much to talk about."
As Ares pulled Kero to his feet he began to walk with Kero, explaining his gift he had given him.
"Kero, my boy, I have given you the gift of everlasting life and power."
Kero seemed confused.
"You are the most powerful being in existence, and you can make more of you, just by simply using your blood."
Kero nods, this was all new information to him, all this time he has been an immortal being, and he had not known.
"So what am I called?"
Kero asked, looking up to Ares.
"You may call your species.. Vampires."
