NAME
• ‣ ‣ Arthur Lyall George Madden II
AGE
• ‣ ‣ Three Hundred and Twenty-Six // Physically Twenty-Five
Gender
• ‣ ‣ Male
SPECIES
• ‣ ‣ Vampire
PLACE OF BIRTH
• ‣ ‣ Belfast, Northern Ireland
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
• ‣ ‣ Homosexual
• ‣ ‣ Second in Command
• ‣ ‣ None // Unemployed // Currently job-hunting
ABILITY
• ‣ ‣ Weather Manipulation
MATE
• ‣ ‣ None—it's been three centuries; he's beginning to think he's never meant to have one.
HAIR COLOUR
• ‣ ‣ A very deep brown that has a tendency to appear black.
EYE COLOUR
• ‣ ‣ Dark brown that bleeds into an inky black under certain conditions (e.g. before/after drinking blood, while he's using his powers, etc.)
HEIGHT
• ‣ ‣ Six feet even // 6'0"
WEIGHT
• ‣ ‣ One Hundred and Eighty pounds // 180 lbs.
DESCRIPTION
• ‣ ‣ Tall, dark, a little scruffy around the edges, but handsome in a rugged sort of way. Arthur's got a strong, muscular build; a good six feet of burly limbs and hard muscle under miles of fair skin that's sparsely dusted with a layer of body hair, with eyes that are a deep, dark brown in colour, peering out beneath thick, slightly pointed eyebrows.
A mop of dark curls sits comfortably atop his head, usually left in a perpetually disheveled state in which no man nor comb in three centuries of living had ever come close to stamping down, and along his jaw exists a smattering of stubble of varying degrees of length depending on the probability of him getting his hands on a razor before it has a chance to grow out into an actual beard.
While he doesn't have many scars left over from his 'previous life', he does sport a very prominent one spanning the right side of his face, starting at the corner of his right eye all the way down to his jaw.
He is the kind of man who doesn't react well to being refused. To him, rejection is something that happens to other people. If he wants something, he will fight for it, and he will get it.
However, he's a tad more subdued when it comes to matters of the heart. Life can get quite lonely after three centuries spent alone, and while he never voices it out loud, he's admittedly rather envious of vampires who've found their mates. As such, he tries to be as considerate as possible towards his partners, whether they be a one-night stand or something a bit more long-term. After all, he wouldn't want to accidentally alienate his mate on the first date.
He's spent the last three centuries a vagabond; stuck wandering the earth in search of a pub, a mate, and a coven to take him in, then wrecking said pub in a brawl, failing to find a mate, and getting kicked out of the coven. Rinse, repeat.
Lately he's found himself roaming the Americas, settling for little over a decade now in a quaint little town called Cherry Blossom and joining the local coven.