Name: Kristof Galba Allucius
Nickname(s): The man doesn't enjoy nicknames- dare give him one.
Age: Turned at 31 [1598 years in total.]
Birthday: January 13th, 414 A.D.
Bloodtype: O Negative.
Place of Origin: Sicily, near the end of the Roman Empire.
Likes:
- Classical music, however, he only takes time to listen when alone.
The idea of war, a fair match of 'human' strength.
Training with weapons and without.
He adores Helena, or perhaps the idea of her.
Reading old literature, his favorites range from the years 1400-1600.
Dislikes:
- Humans, their petty lives.
Sharing his innermost thoughts.
Technology, though he makes do if it's absolutely necessary.
Children, it's their small size that irritates him.
Memories of Roman warfare, at times, it's nightmares that haunt him to this day.
Fear(s):
Losing Helena, either in death or losing her trust. On the other hand, he fears of her finding out that she holds his heart, which will put him in a position of weakness, and he wouldn't enjoy that at all. Having never died on that battlefield, Kristof fears death itself, which is fair, since most do fear death. It's natural.
Secret(s):
As mentioned above, Kristof's secret is his love for Helena. For a man so cold and ruthless, it's the last thing he wants getting out on the lips of the coven. Other than that, like Helena, he keeps things to himself, causing many things to be considered secrets.
Personality:
Kristof is never self-effacing, he's not modest or timid, and although he may seem quiet at times, it's usually because he doesn't regard you with a sense of respect, seeing you as a piece of furniture than someone to converse with. Be it people or items, he is possessive of what he believes belongs to him, which may draw out a more aggressive side of him. Like an old man, he collects memorabilia of years past, keeps them well preserved and often finds himself lost in memories when he spends time within his vault. Yes, he does own a vault.
As a soldier of such an empire, Kristof emits pride throughout his very being. The man has to maintain his dignity. He is a law unto himself and is most courageous in adversity. On a more personal level, Kristof will give absolute honest advice, appraisal, or compliments, but those are extremely rare and to get one out of him could very possibly mean that he was genuine in giving it. The man will move mountains for Helena, and if requested by her, the coven members as well. In this way, he is intensely loyal to the coven, seeing them as his family, however, he would never replace the memories of his sons. Though it may not be entirely obvious, Kristof never forgets a kindness or, likewise, an injury.
History:
Once a prestigious Roman soldier, a man of great honor. Not only did he receive praise in his earlier victories that span as early as his pre-teen years, he also had a family. A wife, that he respected, but was incapable of falling in love with. His love was reserved to the two sons she had given him throughout the brief years they had been together. By the time Kristof met his end, his sons were nine and five years old. He never intended to leave them in this way, but his future had other plans for him. Called into the battlefield, he had no idea that he was telling his goodbyes to his sons and wife for the last time. As an honorable soldier, he couldn't and certainly wouldn't refuse the call.
Many times had Kristof been wounded during battle, not once has a woman appeared to him, feeding him her blood, her life-force, promising him strength and healing. She was an enigma, an angel, he believed during that moment. Before he knew it, he was back on the battlegrounds, ripping through the men, with blood spraying in every direction. He'd grown cocky with the sight of the angel, so cocky, he made a fatal mistake and was to pay for it. The sword that went through him, slicing through his abdomen as if through butter, Kristof suddenly knew this was the end. However much he wished his sons would flash before his eyes, it was the red-haired angel that did. Had she lied? Before he'd made any sort of decision on her, his sight gave on him.
The aftermath of the battle was still steaming, yet not a single body moved except for Kristof's. It was dark, perhaps dusk, and although at this time of evening, it was usually cold, yet the man felt nothing. He felt different, no pain ached through his body, no sensation except the sharp awareness. His eyesight has never been so good, his sense of smell, and the scent of blood invoked an unfamiliar hunger. Then there was the angel... no, he'd soon find out, she was quite the opposite. But, with his first sight of her, he couldn't help but fall in love.
Anything Else:
After his undeath, Kristof had returned to see his sons often over the years, until they too, passed. After so many generations, Kristof no longer came back to see his great-grandchildren and so on. He did keep memorabilia of his sons, however, but not of his wife.