Name: Originally my name was Harald Jernarm, but I've changed it many, many times over the years. Currently it's Derek Jonas Fleitner.
Nickname(s): Don't even try to give me one.
Age: I was changed at 34 (1599)
Birthday: 17th of February, 413 A.D.
Bloodtype: B- is my all time favorite, and I admit to being a bit of a snob when it comes to blood, because I would rather starve than drink either O+, A+ or AB-. Yes, I'm a vampire who dislikes AB-, stop staring at me funnily.
Place of Origin: Volgograd, Russia. No, I do not have a "funny accent", and no, I am not a communist.
Likes:
- The scent of wet grass
- Watching others, evaluating strengths and weaknesses
- Money
- Blood in some shapes, obviously
- Quiet times
- Fine whiskey
- Movies like Twilight; not because I like them, but I do appreciate how easy feeding has become due to them. Food jumps right into your lap
- My coven
- Training, forever making myself more and more able to protect my coven
Dislikes:
- Losing
- Betrayal
- Cheap alcohol
- Apologizing. I am more or less unable to. Call it male pride, if you like
- Coven members dying. It happens once in a while, and though losing them is bad in itself, I also have to even our numbers by making an innocent human into one of us
Fear(s):
- My biggest fear is losing my coven. I need it to remain sane and sensible. I do not fare well alone.
- Falling in love. As if my coven alone is not enough of a weakness, I would also have to deal with love? No thank you. I have seen what it turns men into.
Secret(s):
- My fear of falling in love is something I keep very much to myself.
- My previous acts of weakness. I believe keeping all that in the past would be better for everyone; me in particular.
Personality:
Most people have trouble figuring me out, because by all accounts, I am not a simple guy. Although, I will admit I try to make it clear what not to do around me. I am confident, but never arrogant; arrogance gets you killed. I know I am skillful, but I am highly aware of my own weaknesses as well, even if I do not show or talk of them. So basically, to put things in simple ways, I know myself inside and out, so I also know how to bypass my limitations. I admit to being prideful to a fault, and I am most likely the most unrelenting male you will ever meet. I make a decision and then I stick to it. On the bright side of that, I never make hasty decisions. I like to take time and think things through; I don't get stressed easily.
A defining trait of mine, is that I'm exceptionally unforgiving. The phrase "fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me" fits me quite well, although honestly I've never gotten to the second part. I don't give second chances, I don't forgive and I never forget. I cannot trust again once my trust has been broken once, so yes, betrayal is the worst thing I know. However, you might not know it, because I'm extremely patient and if it benefits me, I will pretend to trust you even if I don't. I've had almost 16 centuries to practice the art of deceit, and I've developed a knack for it. To be honest, however, I rarely use it.
The members of my coven are the only people in the world I care about, and I will do anything to protect them, Alessa in particular, mostly because she is the person I have sworn an oath to protect. Which leads me to another trait of mine; I am very honorable. I will never break a promise made, neither to you nor myself, but don't forget that even if I utter a promise to you, that does not mean I haven't added several side clauses in my head. Like, say, I promise you I will not hurt you, but in my head I have detailed which actions of yours make the promise redundant.
My best personality trait is probably my uncanny compassion. Not a lot of people know of it, because I do not mention it, but I do practice it often enough, so it's not something I hide at all either. Hurting a human can make me feel extremely guilty, so usually when I feed out, I try to find some kind of bitch of scumbag... someone who can make me feel as if feeding on them can be justified. Many vampires have a completely different view on humans, and that is fair, but I haven't been able to shake my human sense of compassion, and though I sometimes wish I could, part of me also knows it's what keeps me from falling. Well, that and my coven.
History:
I was born in 413 in Russia, one of the few places not taken over by Romans at the time. So yes, I suppose you could say I lived a very uncivilized life, by Roman standards, that is. I lived at a small farm with my mother, father, and 10 siblings for the majority of my childhood, working for every bite of food I got. It wasn't so much that my parents wanted me to slave away, but rather that we hardly had anything as it was, and every member of the family had to make a certain contribution, adding to the small amount of food we could consume. What I have come to realize with later times, is that I should be rather grateful for the work; it made my body lean and well muscled, and so I was frozen like that.
Now, at the age of 34, happily married, manning my own small farm, with a nice batch of 7 kids running around my feet, I was out one night having heard noises in the yard; these weird whooshing noises, and our dog was stirring, his tail between his legs, as if he sensed something bad outside. I always wondered what my maker was doing out there, but I never asked her. It was a secluded area, however, so I have thought if maybe she picked me - that maybe the change was not random. Either way, she did change me. I only stepped outside the door when I heard a noise - I didn't have time to move, however, until everything was dark. She changed me somehow, and I awoke only in searing pain, almost like having burning copper running through my every vein. It was excruciating, and the end result? Well, I hated what she had turned me into.
Constance was a fallen vampire and she was quick to show me how to feed, and how to get by. Fact was, however, that I couldn't bring myself to kill humans when I drank them despite how hungry I felt even after; it just felt wrong, like I was betraying myself. After a little while, I believe she got tired of me, and she left me in Finland, now on my own. It was better, not having her pushing me to fall. I didn't learn that was the difference between the two of us until later, however, when I met Gert, a forbearer like myself. He became my true mentor, teaching me everything about vampiric society and norms; about the war too. He was a well studied man and I learned many things from him, old as he was. Gert was a natural born vampire; one of the rare, yet he took time for me.
Hours, days, years and even centuries passed as I stayed with Gert, learning all I could. Everything I know about finances, and general procurement of money, I learned from him over the years. Not only that, but I learned values, and I learned never to let myself fall. 9 centuries ago, a fallen vampire came around, killing Gert in his stride - I never found that vampire, and I believe he is dead by now either way, but I swore that day to kill every fallen I got the chance to. In his name. Always in his name.
Not long after, in France, I met Alessa.
Anything Else:
Nuffin' ;)