Name: Veltian
Age: Unknown (appears to be about 26)
Race: Vampire
Gender: Male
Hair: Long, straight, and black. Parted in the middle and falling an inch or so past his shoulder.
Eyes: Grey
Weight: 120 pounds
Height: 6 foot 1
Weapon: His main and most common attacks use his arm, claws, and fangs. Occasionally, a gun or a small dagger.
The cross Veltian wears is a weapon he uses against other vampires. Crosses aren't necessarily vampire killers, they just can be USED to kill a vampire and protect yourself against them.
The thing on his arm is an effect from a stone he stole from someone. The stone was embedded in his arm and was what transformed him into a vampire. It can be used to turn his arm into a sword/spear. It begins on his elbow and extends three or so feet when he uses it.
Strengths: Being a vampire, Veltian is fast. His strength and endurance are unmatched by even some of the most athletic humans. He doesn’t need to breath.
His smell, eyesight, and hearing are highly increased. He uses all these to hunt down prey.
He has good aim with a gun. He brings down opponents from afar then runs after them and finishes them off.
Weakness: Sunlight doesn’t hurt him, as it is widely believed, but it does hinder his abilities. He tends to work alone, not trusting many, leaving him to be overwhelmed if the enemy is too strong for him.
His vampirism is very strong in him. He once tried his hardest to not give in, constantly watching himself. But his will was weak and the hunger became too much, turning him into nothing more than an animal. He loses judgment and will kill and drink the blood of anyone he finds, innocent or not, until he is satisfied.
Not drinking blood also weakens him.
Skills/Magic:
Sight: Makes an aura appear around a person to determine a person’s intentions. He sees them and knows when to believe someone or not. Also allows him to see clearly in the dark.
Rise: Lets him become lighter when he walks across a space of air, letting him glide to platforms. Can also be used to walk up walls and to jump easily.
Adrenaline: In junction with rise, he can move fast and avoid attacks as well as dangerous situations.
Twilight: He travels by literally sinking away into the shadows. He can also use this to hide from someone or escape.
Appearance:
http://img527.imageshack.us/img527/3...piremanfp6.jpg
Personality: Solitary. Veltian prefers to work alone for the most part. If you happen to meet him, don’t expect him to stick around long.
He doesn’t speak often. He is not shy by any means. He just chooses to be quiet and has little to say. Most of his responses are very short and curt.
He will hunt down and kill people for their blood. He gave up fighting it back long ago. He won’t mindlessly kill people, though. He chooses his prey very carefully.
Biography:
Veltian was alone now.
His companion, more so a guide, lay dead on the ground. And he was next.
He wasn’t allowed that escape.
He held the crimson jewel, the bloodstone, in his left hand. In his right, a gun.
He fired round after round at the figure that stood before him, garbed in a dark cloak. The third shot rang. Veltian let down the weapon. He saw that the figure still stood.
He raised an eyebrow, but remained silent. A hand struck out against him, taking hold of his wrist. The other grasped his throat.
He couldn’t break free. The red eyes glared into him, destroying him.
“Thief! Liar! DEMON!”
Veltian felt himself die. His heart stopped and his breath stilled.
His skin grew cold and pale.
Yet he was still there.
Venom. Poisonous venom pulsed throughout his body. He winced in pain, wishing, hoping for it to end.
Death had to be better then this.
The pain stopped. His eyes were opened. The figure disappeared. He saw the world gain. It was the same, yes, but more.
He stumbled around, lost and confused.
He lost memory of everything before that.
He fell asleep. And when he woke up, there was only a thirst.
“Blood…”
He could smell it. He saw the shadows traveling along the walls. Veltian jumped out and grabbed the man, choking him, then throwing him to the ground. He jumped on top of him and clawed his chest.
He sunk his fangs into his shoulders.
Blood, pulsing crimson streaming into his mouth.
Hours passed, and he was satisfied. He looked down at the body. He stared down the dead corpse, not believing what he did. And what he had become.
Months passed. He starved himself, from both the food of humans and vampires.
He went insane.
He knew that who he was. He could never be human again.
More months passed, almost half a year.
He sniffed the air.
A village was nearby…
***
Blood. Screams. Death.
Veltian was satisfied. He licked the remaining blood from his lips and began to walk.
Battles:
Terror Takes Your Breath Away (dropped)
Dodging a Bullet on Butterfly Wings (dropped)