Vampyre Group: Ravnos
Gender:Male
Personality: Cold and merciless, he ravages towns and cities, stealing the fortune, hearts and souls of whomever he comes into contact with. He feeds constantly, keeping young, helpless, and mentally controlled women around him for his pleasure. He finds joy in very few things and makes sure that his clan shares his disinterest for life. He maintains an aristocratic stature and uses it to his advantage. Visiting operas, theaters, and popular clubs are amongst his "favorite" things to do. He also ha a less 'fun' side to him; enemies, low lives, and those whom he finds unworthy of living he kills with vicious, unearthly means-makes sure that they can feel the pain and torture he's suffered over the hundreds of years. He has no compassion, no love; no feeling for anything but existing for the mere pleasure of killing and drinking blood.
Appearence:
Long, beautiful black hair, pale skin, and haunted eyes-one blue and one that remains red. He dresses in the finest attire that he can find. Normally has a cigarette in hand.
Ability: Mind control; Creating illusions and hallucinations
Weakness: Her.
History:
Born Alaster Demitri Kolovkovich, he was raised in a poor, abusive family. His mother was the local whore in his russian town and stayed out late drinking and sleeping around. When she was home, she beat him ruthlessly, hoping that one day she would harm him enough that he would die. His father was a thief, rapist, and murderer. As Alaster reached the age of eleven, his father would drag him along as he went out in the night to the homes of those in luxury and force his son to watch as he raped the women of the house, killed the men, and took everything they could manage.
Not being able to handle this, Alaster ran away at the age of thirteen and found himself homeless, starving, and weak on the streets of Moscow. One evening, he managed to find some scraps of bread by a dumpster when he heard a soothing, calm voice speak to him.
"I've been watching you. Like a rat through these alleyways. But a surviving rat. Persistent. Stubborn. A strong will to live. I respect that. Envy it. Please...come with me. To you're new home..."
Kristinia Anamarie De'Latur. Vampiress from France. "Mother" to one of the largest clans of vampires in Europe.
Being taken in by vampires, Alaster was taught the ways of stealth, trickery, fighting, and corruption. His thievery skills that he learned from his father came to use in his new home of vicious, cold, calculating vampires who stole everything they found valuable. By the time he was seventeen, he was the most deadly human in europe.
He soon began to fall in love with his "Mother" and proposed his love to her.
"My child, the only way for us to be together is for you to be one of us..."
Understanding this, he asked her, as a wedding gift, for her to turn him on his twentieth birthday. So they waited. And as they waited, he moved his place up in his home to second in command; Their own 'Vampire Prince'. Soon enough, his twentieth birthday had arrived, and as promised, Kristinia turned him. Excited about his new life, and his soon to be new wife, Alaster went out into the nearest town to buy as many gifts for her as he could manage. When he came back that night, he came home to an empty mansion. No vampires, no slaves, no willing humans, no recruits; No Kristinia.
Filled with an ager he never felt before, he destroyed the town, reeking havoc wherever he went. As he made his way across Europe, he soon heard of a vampire queen looking for an appropriate 'mate'. He knew it was her.
That night she was holding a ball for all possible suitors. Finding his best attire, he attended with intent on killing her and her clan. But the night did not go as planned. She found him later in the night, asking for his forgiveness. She had planned out a story, saying that their clan was in danger and that he was no where to be found; to be saved. Not knowing whether to believe her or not, he gave into her and followed her to the main balcony in the great hall.
"Want to know a secret....I actually planned on killing you." She told him as they stood there holding each other. His non-existing heart came to a halt as his mind processed what he had heard. His mind acting quickly, he shoved her away and broke out his two daggers. Attacking each other, they fought endlessly throughout the night until they realized that their skills were matched. Kristinia dropped her sword, and asked for forgiveness, proposing to redo their marriage. Holding his daggers in his hands loosly, he w=came over to her slowly, wrapping his arms around her.
"i do love you....but this...this cannot exist." Slitting her throat quickly, he rushed downstairs to the hall's kitchen and started a great fire that burned the hall down But he knew she would survive. He let her, in hopes that they would meet again.
Her clan hearing about her 'death' accepted Alaster as their new leader, worshiping him as is their lives depended on it.
"This will be the new dawn of our clan....This is where we rise above the humans, above all other clans, above the olde world!"
Extras: Is normally found enjoying a good book, at the opera, or seducing women in the town.