General information
Nickname:
- Merc
- Sunshine
- Cathy
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Vampire/Human type: Homo Vampyrus Draco
Appearance
Height: 5'11
Weight: 156 lbs
Eye colour: Pale green but shifts to an equally pale red when he begins to suffer from the thirst.
Hair colour: Brunette
General Description: There's no doubt about it, Carth is an imposing individual; standing at 5'11 with broad shoulders his upper body with hips just slightly slimmer than that of another man his size, his upper body somewhat resembles an upside triangle. Sinewy muscles cover his frame giving him a slim and toned body; he often covers up in his old military clothing, consisting of a plain faded green t-shirt, combat pants, a long scarf and his leather combat jacket.
Having a slim face and a sickly pale skin, what could have been a handsome face is marred by a long scar that runs across the bridge of his nose and the lost of his left eye. The remains of what use to be a pale green similar to corpse light is usually covered up by either a medical bandage or a leather eyepatch. What ever the smile it is usually subtly charming but what makes it unique to most mortals is that he often keeps his canines abnormally long but not so long that it would draw suspicion. Unusual for a male, he grows his hair down to the middle of his back, normally keeping it loose, when the need for some sort of practicality is required then instead of cutting his hair he simply platts it.
Mentality
Personality: Despite his profession and maybe due to his nature as a Draco, Carth is a rather social and relaxed man. Never being one to take life seriously even when he was mortal, him becoming a vampire you could say hammered the last hammer into his coffin with his care free attitude. Due to this out look he has a certain way of swaggering about where ever he goes, some sort of a smile on his face; he is a man who could make friends with anyone be they a mortal or a rival genus. To go with this easy going attitude is a level head that rarely loses his temper even when faced with someone insufferable, a trait that has kept him out of trouble with human and vampire authorities alike.
Due to his actual line of work there is another set of emotions that lie hidden under the surface of his pleasant smiles. Remorse, guilt and disgust plague his mind at times when he would rather wish they wouldn't. He has never mentioned these emotional burdens to anyone and is likely to never will as long as he lives, causing a struggle with what he knows he must do and what he believes he should do; this conflict manifests itself in his laziness towards both his night duties and his "day" job.
Likes:
- Whiskey
- Blood type A-
- Smoking
- Dark Chocolate
- Drinking himself silly
- Being surrounded by others
- Bloody meat
- Alternative rock music
Dislikes:
- His duties
- Martinis
- Uptight people
- Religion
- Vampire Elders
- Cigars
History
Being born from an Italian father and an Englsih mother, Carth's life was like any other child growing up in the 1800s but when he reached of age he migrated to France there he spent several more years that have been lost in his memory until he joined the French Foreign Legion on his twenty-fifth birthday. Despite the rigorous discipline that clashed with his easy going attitude he made it through training and saw his first skirmish in 1835 during the French conquest of Algeria; he began to make a name for himself as he showed his worth to his platoon. During his platoons seventh operation, whilst on patrol with his commanding officer the two men took fire from a combatant lying in wait for them and during this ambush is when the lower ranked man lost his eye ending his career in service to the Legion. Although his career was now over there was a silver lining, thanks to his injury he now was classed as full citizen of France and was shipped back there to live in a little estate with other wounded Legionaires.
It wasn't long after settling back into civilian life when the half Italian was turned. One night when he was staggering back to his living quarters after drinking too make whisky and cheap wine at the local tavern, he decided to take a quick short cut through and alley and that's when he bumped into the woman that would change his life, having done the most gentlemanly thing his addled mind could think of, and offered to take the young lady home. It was only when he had foolishly allowed himself to be seduced and take up the offer to spend the night in her bed when she pounced, with the last thing he could remember that night was two sharp objects piercing his throat. When he woke up he was now one of the children of the night, a Homo Vampyrus Draco to be infact and with the help of his creator learned everything he needed to know on how to survive as one, a feat that lasted decades.
Having settled into Las Vegas in the 1950s with a false set of records, due to the contacts he had made whilst under the wing of the now long gone mentor, he was soon contacted by some of the more influential immortals, Dracos and the other genus, to act as a sort of enforcer/hitman to keep the some of the more indiscreet vampires in line. Despite this obviously rather infamous job, throughout the years he has been able to keep that bit of knowledge to only himself and those of power all the way to today.
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