Remiel Serafino

Age:
He appears to be in his early twenties but is actually almost 100 years old.
Species:
Vampire, one of the sons of the Ruling Pair.
Gender:
Male
Height:
He is just over six feet tall.
Build:
He is lean but muscular. He is no body builder but looks as if he could take care of himself if the situation calls for it.
Hair:
His hair is shaggy, shoulder length black hair. In the shadows there is a purple hue to the color, but in the moonlight it is pitch black.
Eyes:
His eyes are an ethereal shade of purple. When using his ability on others they shine faintly.
Other features:
He has a mesh of old burns along his upper back.

About Remiel/timeline:
Growing up, Remiel and his twin were raised in a religiously strict household, hence their names being that of two arch angels. Their lives revolved around their church, living their lives by the 'Word of God'. They were relatively content and happy, living their lives ignorant of the mystical races around them that the church would have condemned. Once he and his brother had reached the age of manhood they were allowed to leave their parent's home to start lives of their own. As twins they did not want to be far from each other and seemed to have a connection so strong that they did not travel far from one another, and found homes nearby. They found places to work and were happy living their simple lives out of the influences of the darklings.
One late night they were ambushed and attacked. They were turned that night by the Ruling Pair who had been watching them for a while due to their strong connection and dormant magical abilities. After regaining his senses, Remiel noticed his brother was missing and ran away from the Ruling Pair to find him. On his way he noticed that he could clearly sense where his brother was; at the time not realizing that he was feeling his brother's mind.
He found his twin trying to explain to their parents what had happened to them. They seemed calm and accepting, too much so and Remiel began to think that it was not the best idea that they had come. Their parents ushered them inside and promptly knocked them out. Remiel awoke, bound and laying on the floor facing the open doorway which was directed towards the rising sun. He looked around for his twin and saw him outside, their parents waiting for the sun to rise. They began chanting prayers for cleansing and renewal, asking God to return their sons to them.
Before he would be forced to watch his brother burned alive he broke free of the ropes and ran to him through the rays of sun. He grabbed onto him and started pulling him back inside as the sun was burning them both. Their mother and father beat on him and pulled at him, trying to keep them in the sun. By the time Remiel had made it into the shade he was in a pain and hunger induced rage; he promptly turned on his parents. He drained them both before he realized what he was doing. These events caused his heightened glamour and telepathic abilities.
Once he had calmed down he went to his twin and stayed with him the entire day, trying to ignore the scene that he had caused in the house. When the sun had set the Ruling Pair found them, explained to them who they were, then took them away as their Heirs. In the years after they were educated in the other races that existed, about the differences and territories of each, and their roles to play in their new society.
Abilities/strengths:
As with all vampires he had increased strength, speed and senses. Due to the events right after his turning, his dormant magic was awakened. Glamour is a typical ability for a vampire, and with Remiel it becomes heightened with his strong telepathic ability. He is able to easily reach into a mind and take it over without the owner's knowledge. With light suggestions he is able to get nearly anyone besides nobles and the Ruling Pair to do anything he wants. He is even able to change the memories of an entire room of people, making himself and his brother essentially invisible if he wanted to.
Weaknesses:
His personality does not match his 'bad boy' image. He is actually the kinder of the two and often looks to his brother to take the lead. However, if he is built into a rage there is no telling how long or how vicious he will become. He generally blackouts for these episodes and wakes to the aftermath.

Fears:
Being burned alive by the sun.
That his soul is damned.
Also that his brother will eventually say that he has no more use for him.
Actor: Channing Tatum
Vampire: Anne Rice's Louis
Angel: Fallen Angels
Werewolves: The Wolfman (movie)
Animal: Real-Black Panther Mythical-Dragon
Past, nearly 100 years ago
His head was throbbing, aching, the pain radiating from the place his father had hit him over the head. He knew that coming home was a bad idea, their parents would never accept them this way; they would kill them first. It didn't help that his head now felt like a load of bricks, making his eye lids heavy and his mouth feel thick. The throbbing had spread to his jaw and mouth, he tasted blood. The sharp fangs that now replaced the normal canines that used to reside in his mouth had cut through the flesh of his lip. Remiel felt so thirsty, a burn spreading down his throat that came to an almost unavoidable level. His eyelids slowly slid open, there was no one else in the room, but he could feel his brother nearby; better than he used to for he could literally feel what was going on. After a moment he saw them all outside the door that was off to the side, facing the rising sun. Their parents were going to kill them both, burn them to death by the power of the sun.
The ropes that bound his limbs were thick and strong, but he knew that with a little pushing he could break free, his new muscles confusing him for a few moments. Before he tore through the bonds he winced, a different type of burning starting to spread through his chest. The sun was coming over the horizon, and Michael was being burned alive. He heaved through the ropes and rushed outside, moving in front of his brother in order to block the worst of the suns rays.
Burning, his back was burning and he knew he would die if stayed there much longer. He had managed to make it back to the house, hauling them both inside to the blissful shade. A hand slapped his face. The throbbing took a front seat, spreading from his head, cheek, and down his throat. A ringing rose in his ears, his vision turning red as the ache in his throat became the sole thought in his mind. He attacked whatever had slapped him, his fangs elongated to sink into the soft yielding flesh. His mind crushed any resistance that was felt coming from the creature he held; his prey falling obediently limp. The other prey did the same, staying still for him and not making a sound. There was so much red, it was warm, and soothing, his throat didn't hurt anymore, and it was sweet....so sweet...
Present Day
Remiel tossed in his nightmare of the past. His brow furrowed in his discomfort. The sheets and bedding were rumpled and tangled around his sprawled body, his head underneath one of the plush pillows. He felt his brother's presence float alongside his own, the connection always calming them both, grounding them to the here and know. With a soft sigh he went limp, falling back into the dark, dreamless sleep he loved.