A male Strigoi Mort, morbid and dark, dominant and un-caring. http://i32.tinypic.com/sc5hdg.jpg
An embodiment of all that is evil, Barsidious is a man of few words.
Most people, he won't give a second glance, unless he feels the other being will be entertaining... or his next meal.
His personality and actions waver from a simple killer, to deeply complex at a whim depending on mood and situation.
To put simply, he is the opposite of good. And views the world in the same way.
Where there is love, he creates lust.
Where there is kindness, he creates hate.
Where there is happiness, he creates sorrow.
Where there is life, he creates death.
He is the catalyst, the ever-changing facet in the world.
His equipment varies from day-to-day, but is usually seen carrying a machete.
Born in the early 1800`s to a prostitute, Barsidious had a hard life making his way on the streets of London. He found himself at a young age stealing and pickpocketing to make a meager living until he met a "resurrection-man" named Theodore Thadwell. Theodore taught him everything there was about "body-snatching" as well as early forms of science and the human anatomy. Barsidious was so good at his trade he earned himself the name. Le`Grave. When Barsidious Le`Grave was 19, a stray spray of blood in the face caused his eyes to form cataracts, which got steadily worse as the years passed...
A year after his accident, Le`Grave was captured by the London law and found himself in prison for life. It was here that he met the second most important man in his life, Chester Morgan. Chester has been sentenced to death for practicing in witchcraft. Together, they both formulated an escape plan, and made their way off into the London streets. But all would not turn out well, in a seeming fit of madness, Morgan attacked the half-blind Le`Grave, drinking most of his blood and leaving him for dead in an alley.
But Barsidious Le`Grave was not a big fan of dieing...
He awoke, cold, wet, and more importantly, hungry. White eyes wide to his now dark world, Le`Grave fought his new urges, stumbling his way through the alleyways, searching for something he couldn`t grasp.
But he wasn`t alone.
Being a vampire would take some getting used to...
[[ To be continued ]]