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Description

Tall and sleek, though much less muscular than similar Strigoi. Has a reasonably long face, and slicked back black hair. He wears a dark, long coat over a specially designed chainmail top, which is made to allow free movement and darkened to aid camoflauge, and due to his natural vampiric strength poses little hinderence. Slade wears simple black trousers, which do little to restrict movement. He also has over 30 of his favoured weapons, silver throwing knives on his posession, be it on belts running across the length of his torso or hidden within his coat. It is not uncommon for him to wear a hat of some description. (The look I'm thinking of is a late 19th century noir detective, if you catch my drift )
Personality/interests: He never seems to drop a certain element of caution, but is charismatic enough to hold good company with his allies. Slade is also wise beyond his years, using his gift of neverdeath (best made up word ever) as an oppourtunity to study many subjects, especially military history and tactics, as well as geography and is fluent in English, French, Russian, Hebrew and Latin, however he is a more natural speaker of Swedish and other Scandinavian languages, having been born in Gothenberg. Slade also enjoys modern popular literature. When on the hunt he can seem cold and ruthless, but very calm. Despite this coolness, he is more than happy to put an end to a vampires' life - despite instructions to capture.

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History

"When I stopped aging... I asked myself, why? Before long, the doubt became misery. And the misery... became hate." Slade Andersson when interviewed by Project 385 officials on the subject of his motivation towards eliminating vampires
Being part of a large, successful vampire family, Slade quickly realised he was different. As a child the taste of blood was sweet, but he could never contain as much as his kin. As his brothers and sisters became strong and handsome, Slade developed in height, but was lean in comparison. Considered the runt of the pack, Slade learnt to improvise. Watching his family achieve feats of strength he struggled with he practiced agility becoming faster than the others, and using weighted clothes could soon mve with a heavy burden untroubled, which also helped him with strength. Although his natural development was stunted, he forced his body into one which, combined with his natural slightness, made him into a natural shadow, able to wait, and pick a target. However, in such a reputable house of vampirism such tactics were viewed as cowardice. Before long, he tired of the killing, seeing emotion in his victims, and his hunting instinct, like many of his natural vampiristic traits began to dull. Tiring of his life his frustration boiled into rage, at the age of 26, when hunting with his brother who was taunting him relentlessly. He spilt the blood of a family member that night, and slunk into the shadows, igniting a passion other vampires found in the hunt. Sustaining himself on livestock, many he helped rear, striking a deal with a farmer, he began his assault on vampirism. He became a successful slayer, many circles of vampires seeing as a true demon, other viewing him a turncoat. Regardless, he continued his merciless slaying streak. Until, that is, he slayed a Moroi, without full knowledge in seperation of vampirism. Slade saw in that person's eyes something he had only previously seen in that of a human's - fear. After this Slade questioned his intentions, but knew without the hunt he may be driven insane. He soon realised that he lacked the knowledge neccessary to hunt easily, and soon turned to the force who had been following him - Project 385. Striking a deal which would see him advise and participate in the hunting of his race in return for a constant source of blood - no questions asked - Slade began a course which helped him understand vampirism beyond the knowledge of public document and the study of the Project's protocol. Two months later, training complete, Slade is hungrier than ever. But for a completely different kind of blood than his quarry.

Slade Andersson's Story