Description
Picture/description:
Rather tall with orange eyes and short, somewhat messy dark blonde hair (it looks black because of the lighting in this pic). He has a black trenchcoat with black pants and shoes. He has a red shirt underneath. When he is not wearing these clothes, he wears a black leather jacket (still with red shirt), dark gray jeans, and black and red sneakers.
Along with his trenchcoat, he also has a black wide brimmed hat.
Personality
Personality: Flirtatious, insulting, vulgar, caustic and sometimes aloof. He almost never misses the chance to tease his enemy, and loves a good fight. He can also be very cynical, however.
Does he accept his powers?: Yes, he loves them.
Opinion on humans: He has mixed emotions. He doesn't hate the majority of them, but he loves to scare them, tick them off, and he finds them pathetic, yet interesting. He almost never drinks the blood of an innocent human. He only kills people who attack him first, or he considers criminals.
Opinion on werewolves: He just loves to fight them and piss them off. He considers some to be worthy opponents, but finds most to be annoying. He makes fun of how they think they are the "saviors mankind needs".
Opinion on the Templar: He hates them. No, he despises them. In fact, he never liked the Catholic church, or any religious organization, for that matter. He thinks that they just want control over everyone's lives. He considers the Templar to be somewhat of a threat, because they have some very powerful vampire hunting equipment, because the organization was revived for the purpose of monster hunting by Abraham Van Hellsing himself.
Equipment
Weapons: Silver bladed scythe (it only disintegrates him if he gets cut by it) and dual pistols that shoot mercury tipped bullets.
History
Name: Zachariah "Zach" Vondrak
Age: Takes the form of a teenager, about 15 and a half.
Actual age: 74
Clan: Kamarian
Bio: Born in England, he was the son of a powerful Noctos, Mordechai Vondrak. Currently, it is unknown to him why the rest of his family are Noctos, but the reason behind this is that he is actually the reincarnation of Judas Iscariot, who was secretly a Kamarian. Zach sometimes sees Judas in his dreams, but he takes the form of a being made out of shadows, with glowing orange eyes. Zach does not know who this is, especially since Judas speaks cryptically.
Zach's father wants to enslave every living thing, which caused him to escape to the United States. Zach currently resides in an abandoned hotel known as the Chateu De CrƩpuscule, or "House of Twilight".
Other: He no longer has an English accent.
Theme song: Know You Are by Nine Inch Nails
Quotes:
"Either youāre a stupid prick or a deaf one. She said she didnāt want to be a vampire, so leave her alone! And by the way, in a forest or not, making out in public is still disgusting." - Zach talking to a Neobreed who wanted to turn a girl.
"Youāre just lucky that my fire isn't as hot as the one in Hell, but youāll find out soon enough!"
So begins...
Zachariah peered out his window and saw a group of teenage boys in the distance throw rocks and a homeless person. Then, a moment or two later, they began running. "Pricks. Well, on the bright side, I found my meal." he chuckled as he sank down into his shadow.
"Dude. That was pretty hilarious." One of the boys said. "I know. What a fucking loser." Another one replied. The group walked casually into an alleyway. Zach stepped out of the shadows on the wall behind them. "Do you bastards have nothing better to do?" He asked. One boy jumped, and turned around. "Who the hell are you? Mind your own business! Halloween's over, you Van Hellsing wannabe!" One boy shouted at him.
Zach grinned slyly as his eyes glowed a solid orange color, burning through the darkness. "You guys are the reason why I find humanity pathetic. It's hilarious though." he chuckled as the shadows behind him formed heads with eyes and mouths, hissing. The boys stood frozen in fear. Their expressions full of shock. "What the f-" one boy stuttered, right before one of the shadow creatures lunged at him, chomping on his flesh as he screamed in pain.
"Joey!" one of the boys shouted in terror. "Y-you're not human..." Another one said.
"No shit, Sherlock." Zach said dryly, as the shadow creature retracted.
"Wh-why are you doing this?!"
"Simple. You guys injured an innocent hobo over there. I'm just here to cleanse the Earth of obnoxious fucks such as yourselves."
The remaining boys ran away as fast as they could, as Zach walked over to Joey's body, picked it up, and bit into it, sighing afterwards. "Delicious." He muttered.
Zach strolled along, licking his lips. "Now what? Seriously. I need to apply for a job or something." He sighed. He eyed the bar across from him. "Ah, haven't been to one of these in a while. But to pull it off, I'm going to need to age up." He chuckled, as suddenly, his features matured and he grew longer hair and even a little bit of a beard. He stepped into the doors. He changed the color of his orange eyes to a greenish hazel. He glanced around the room, noticing the werewolves, and then Leo and Alissa. He pulled up to a barstool, and asked for a beer.
He wondered why no one had come to investigate his attack. Was it really that early that no one bothered to get out of their homes? Less work for him, then.
After a couple minutes, the bartender poured him a glass, which he drank from. He sighed in contempt. That was one thing he liked about aging up to his 20s. He got to drink. The only reason why he chose a teenage form most of the time is because the was faster and more flexible.
He tensed up for a second. He wondered if anyone thought it was strange that a man in a trenchcoat entered, when everyone else was wearing more socially acceptable attire.
Lyric sat up and nodded. "Yeah they are giving me major wiggins." She got up and walked to the bar flagging down the waitress "Can we just get the burgers togo?" The girl nodded and went back to the back. She glanced over at the man at the bar giving him a smile that lastuntil she took a deep breath and a snarl came to her throat her bright icy blue eyes took on a red hue before her smile washed away. She grabbed her bag from the waitress and walked over to the others. "No where there is one there is always more and a fight is so not what we need now." She glance back over at the table seeing the couple glancing over more often. She grabbed Trents hand and pulled him out of the booth, giving Dioda a sorry nothing personal your a wolf to me smile. "We can go find a park to sit and eat at a nice shady one."
Zach glanced over at Alissa, when he heard a giggle. He groaned, at walked in their direction, but not exactly to them. He looked over to Leo. "Hello there. Excuse me for coming over like this, but you seem very familiar. Wait, I believe I saw a bunch of kids through stuff at you, right? You ok? I just saw those brats hightail it out of there before the cops came or something." he chuckled. "This generation is full of pests, am I right?"
He knew for sure. It was definitely him. That man had been the reason why he killed a rude teenager. He wondered what his reaction would be if he knew that.
While waiting for a reply, he heard a growl, and in the corner of his eye, he saw a pair of red eyes. He glanced in that direction, and one of his eyes turned orange again, as he chuckled. He changed it back to green and looked back at the couple.
"Likewise." Zach replied to Leo.
He waited for him to leave, then he walked up to Alissa. His eyes turned orange, and he regressed back into his teenage form. "You noticed them too, right? The werewolves." He whispered with a chuckle. He then sank into the shadow below him, and reappeared outside of the bar. "Hey, fleabags. Next time you don't wanna arouse suspicion, don't rush towards the door." He laughed. He extended his hand, his eyes glowed bright orange, and a ring of fire emerged around the car.
Zachariah emerged from the shadows on the wall, eyes glowing, and teeth in a vicious looking grin. "I figured as much. Damn Templar. You and your purges. Annihilating the populations of not one, but two human-like species. And you call us the monsters." He chuckled, as he pulled out one of his pistols, pointing it at Leo's forehead. Then, serpent-like shadow monsters appeared from out of the shadows on the ground, hissing and growling. "Sorry to break up the heartwarming moment between you two, but I won't stand for someone with absolutely no discrimination when it comes to murdering. At least have some standards." He chuckled again, his finger on the trigger.
Zach's eyes widened as he saw white veins appear on Leo's gun. "What the hell? Wait, this is him?" He muttered. He conjured a ring of blue flame around himself to melt the bullets, then extinguished it. "I remember hearing reports about you in jolly ole England. Something about a saint massacring a large fraction of the vampire population with enhanced weaponry. And now, you're here in New York. Seems like you get around. Tell me, do you remember the surname Vondrak?" he asked, and then formed a large shadow claw on his arm, which stretched until it slammed Leo against the wall. "Oh, right. Why am I asking you? You make this fight boring, with all your silence. Well, that just means I don't have to waste my time waiting for a witty comeback from you, and can just skip to slaughtering the bible thumping rat that you are." He cackled, as shadow tentacles emerged from his claw.
Zach chuckled. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I hate my dad too. Why do you think I came here?" He asked. "I just won't sit around and do nothing while you plan about slaughtering my entire race." he said.
His eyes widened as he saw his shadow serpents began shrieking as white the enchanted blade cut them, causing them to disappear. Seeing as the snakes were somewhat close to him, he backed away, in fear of having the same thing happen to him.
As he backed into a dark corner, he grunted, and his eyes turned bright orange. Shadow tentacles emerged from his back, and held him up as he crawled back out. He had a trance-like expression on his face, as he stared at Leo. He slowly opened his mouth, showing his fangs, which gleamed in the light.
"Te potest non nos occideret. Te sunt etiam infirma. Tua deus est impotens. Ego frangere anima tua." He said. But, the Latin phrase was spoken in a menacing, almost demonic voice. It wasn't his. "You can not kill us. You are too weak. Your god is impotent. I will shatter your soul." he repeated in English. "The Templar are nothing but fools, who believe whatever is told to them. The lies of the church corrupt their mind. They destroy those who have a different view than their's. They persecute those which the do not understand." "For that, you naive puppet of The Lord, you shall die a painful death. Te non amplius mentitus ad." the voice hissed. A pillar of flame emerged from the ground in front of them, and the part of the ceiling above Alissa and Leo began to collapse.
It was going rather smoothly. It seemed the vampire had felt that instinct that most of his race felt when feeling the power of his Pearl. The panic and fear that flashed in his eyes was something Leo was used to seeing. He was going to end this threat now and get back to saving Alissa. He cared not about the others, but he would not allow her to die. Leo would die before he allowed it.
The sudden change in the vampire caused a pause in the Templar, it wasā¦ not something he had seen before, and considering all he had seen, that was something impressive indeed. The shadow tentacles and eye change was not what surprised him. Given his powers and his species, such things were not quite confusing, but Leo had never seen glowing teeth or a sudden dip in their voice, and more importantly he spoke Latin. It was not a popular language, and it was the language of God. Of course, as a Templar, Leo could speak it, butā¦ to think that this heathen would dare to disgrace the words of Godā¦
It was a shame that this change did not stop the vampires needs to monologue. Really, was a demonic possession no enough to stop a vampireās tendency to enter a long, lengthy monologue? Before Leo could fire more rounds at the Vampire, he summoned a large pillar of flame through the building burning through the roof. As chunks started falling, Leo aimed his gun at a window and fired twice cracking it.
Leo paused long enough to extend his hand to Alissa, āTake my hand! This roof wonāt last long.ā
Zach teleported through the shadows, and appeared in front of them "Vile harlot! You dare insult me?! You haven't begun to understand what you are getting yourself into. I shall make sure your trip to Hell will be swift!" the voice shouted at Alissa. Zach extended a shadow claw at her, attempting to grab her by the neck. Zach's eyes suddenly flickered. He turned around quickly. "Gah, what the hell?" he muttered in pain. "Is this because of your magical light power thing, buddy? I feel... Ugh!" he exclaimed, as his eyes glowed again. "Foolish boy! I am trying to save your life! These inferior beings put you in danger!" the voice exclaimed.
"Get... the fuck... out of... my head!" Zach shouted, as he lifted up his pistol, and shot himself in the head, which sizzled, and made a large burn mark by the wound. He collapsed.
āYes.ā Leo said understanding what she meant, āIt would be best to simply put him out of his misery. It would also bring us one step closer.ā He said raising the gun to line the sights up with the unconscious body. He was not sure how long the roof would hold, so it would probably be best to end this quickly and get Alissa out of here.
Leo stopped his finger from pulling in utter confusion. They werenāt killing this whelp? Why not? Why do they need to know what was wrong with him? It was not their business, and if they killed him they would not have to worry about what was wrong with him. It was the best planā¦ He did not like this. He did not like this at all.
āFine.ā Leo grumbled as he ran and jumped through the window he had shot at easier to weaken it. Glass met flesh and bone, and the glass gave in shattering around him. Hitting the asphalt, Leo rolled to make sure he didnāt break something else, but he could feel little shards of glass embedded in his back, but this wasnāt the first time he had done this, so he could live with the pain.
āCome on.ā Leo called through the window. He was not happy the whelp was coming, butā¦ he would not leave Alissa even if she seemed to be interested in this monster. If she kept trying to save all the monsters then they would all dieā¦ he hoped she knew what she was doing.
There was a faint crackling sound coming from Zach, which was accompanied by the sound of wind, and something wet. As it turns out, Zach was regenerating. As soon as half of his face healed, he groaned in exhaustion. "I'm a Kamarian. You guys know I can regenerate, right?" he grunted, as minuscule bits of flesh blew into his face, reforming the skin that was the burn scar. He hopped down for Alissa's shoulder, and casually walked over, picked up his hat, and put it back on. He turned his head towards Alissa. "Thanks for your concern though, miss. I appreciate it." He said. "Sorry if you're pissed off at me or something, now. Whatever happened back there, I had no control over. It's like I was trapped in a nightmare. I have no idea what that was.".
Zach looked in Leo's direction and chuckled, as a shadow tentacle reached for Leo's gun, attempting to knock it out of his hand.
Zach glanced down at the puddle of blood next to him. The one caused by the gunshot. He followed a trail of blood with his eyes, but soon they widened and he tensed up, his expression one of shock. He made a startling discovery. He saw the blood form the word "ISCARIOT".
Did something most vampires do not do? Why did that matter? āDoes not explain why I couldnāt have simply killed him.ā Leo said picking out a shard of glass from his bicep. The problem with shards of glass were that it was tough to see them as they were see-through, and the stinging pain only made it worse. āI am fineā¦ Iāve had worse.ā Leo said, although he was glad she asked. Alissa had the strangest habitsā¦
The sounds of Sirens perked up his ears. He was not worried too much as he could get out of it, Alissa could, but the whelp complicated things. When the vampire revived, he waited little time in diving once more into a long monologue. What was with this vampire and monologues? By Godās this whelp was annoying. Usually, he killed vampires before he had to listen to a second or third monologue about how tough and strong they were. It just really got annoying. Why couldnāt she just let him end the whelp? They would not be in this mess. What did it matter what was wrong with the vampire if he was dead?
A tentacle appeared and attempted to smack his pistol out of his hand, but as Leo had managed to jump out a window and roll across shards of glass and not drop it, getting his hand smacked would not be enough to disarm him, although Leo did holster it as having it out when the firemen arrived would not be a bright idea. Leo was tempted to tell the whelp that the only reason he was still breathing was because Alissa wanted him alive, but decided not to for fear of the vampire going into yet another monologue about his āgreatnessā and āstrengthā. Leo was in no mood to hear another one.
Iscariot. In latin it was IscariÅta and meant traitor, it came from the last name of the Apostle Judas. Although, why he would write that on the wall with his own blood was none of Leoās concern. Yet again, another problem that would have been solved if Alissa had simply allowed him to kill the whelp. Why did he get the feeling that before this was all over, he would regret not killing the whelp in the bar?
āWe will be fine Alissa.ā Leo said trying to reassure her. They would be. He could lie well enough to claim she was his partner in their āinvestigationā, but the whelp would be on his own. āLead the wayā¦ā Leo said motioning for her to take the lead.
Zach raised an eyebrow and chuckled at Alissa's threat. "Ooh, touchy." he said. He went up to them. "Woohoo! Third monologue of the day! I'm on a roll today!" he laughed. "Well, to begin, I am Zachariah Vondrak. Call me Zach. And as my name suggests, I'm the son of Mordechai Vondrak. You may have heard of him. He's this Noctos that wants to enslave people and shit. And I mean everyone. Humans, werewolves, vampires, everything in between. I, for one, never liked his plan. Because I don't hate humans. Sure, a lot of times they're annoying and stuff, but I would never go out of my way to kill one. That is, of course, unless they threaten me, attack me, or I just consider them criminals." He turned to Leo. "Oh, by the way, I kinda drank from one of the boys who pelted you with rocks earlier. No big deal, right? I mean, they almost made you bleed to death, dude.".
"Anywho, after my father pissed me off with his Saturday morning cartoon villain attitude, I came to New York. Don't ask me why I'm a Kamarian. I'm trying to figure that out myself. I mean, I suppose it might have something to do with these strangely lucid dreams I've been having. I keep finding myself in this foggy, swamp-like place, talking to this hissing silhouette with glowing orange eyes. He keeps telling me to go to the Vatican to achieve my destiny or something. As for the possession thing, I don't know. That's the first time that had happened to me. I really don't know what caused it or what to do about it.".
Leo had to physically stop himself from drawing his gun and putting a bullet into the vampire by holding his wrist with his other hand. He was done. Leo was not going to deal with this vampire whelp any more. He did not care what Alissa wanted him for. If she wanted the vampire to stay, he was leaving. He would not put up with this simpering fool and murderer any longer.
āIām leaving.ā Leo said simply. He was not going to answer any questions, he was not going to listen to this fool and his monologues, and he was not going to be near something that feeds on humans unless he was impaling him with his knife. He would not help save this creature that killed an innocent boy and said it was no big deal. No. Leo did not care about the rest of these creatures. He would save Alissa when the purge came somehow, but this whelp would die in this city.
Turning on his heel, Leo walked down the street towards the oncoming firemen and away from the vampire and Alissa.
He glared at Alissa. "Well, I was thirsty. How else do you expect me to feed? You soul eaters have it easy. You can just think about feeding, take a little bit, and boom. You don't even have to worry about turning them." He muttered.
Then he glared at Leo, and groaned. "And he wonders why I dislike the Templar." he sighed, as he shadow teleported in front of him. "You're gonna ignore me again? This is life. People get killed by others every day. If it was another human, you would have just looked the other way. But, because I'm something you have yet to fully understand, you decide to storm off like a brooding teenager. Like me. You're supposed to be better than that, damn it." He growled.
"You're just lucky your girlfriend over there wants me to keep you alive. Apparently, we're supposed to be mortal enemies. People like you are the reason why the the supernatural world and mankind fight. Granted, I'm not a saint, no pun intended, either, but I more or less saved your life." he whispered angrily to him.
Either this vampire was stupid orā¦ no, he was stupid. It was rather surprising Leo even had to give that a thought. This vampire was probably the stupidest being he had ever met and that includes humans, Vampires, and Werewolves. He didnāt save anyone. He shot himself in the head which did not seem to do his low intelligence any good. Without a word he pulled his knife out of the sheath, āYou have three seconds.ā Leo said evenly.
āOne. You are a vampire. You are some egotistical prick who believes himself to be Godās gift to something. You are an idiot. You are nothing. You feed on the living like a parasite. Your kind spreads like a virus. I kill your kind. I do not like you. I would not like you even if you were a human. I do not care if you die. I do not care if your friends die. I do not care if your entire race dies save for her.ā Leo continued his eyes holding no emotion simply stating the facts.
āTwo. You did not save me. If you believe you did you are mistaken, and most likely this is just stemming from the fact that you are an idiot. You do not keep me alive. I have killed your kind many, many times over again. I have killed half-breeds with the same power as you, many, many times. Again, I do not like you. I will not put up with you. If I spend another moment in your presence. I will kill you. If you value your life you will get out of the way.ā He said, āIf you had some manners. If you stopped monologing, if you did not talk about feeding on humans in the presence of a Templar, but I chalk that up to your natural stupidity, if you stopped being YOU.ā Leo said harshly, āThen I could stand your presence. Now get out of the way. I will not ask again.ā
"Oh, you bible thumping bastard." He cackled. "I don't give a fuck about God. There was a god responsible for my race. Just not yours. Second, this is survival of the fittest. I have to drink human blood. Third, I'm a teenager, or at least I take the form of one. We're not the most polite, you know. Fourth, this is America. I can say what I want, whenever I want." he chuckled. "There, was that monologue short enough for you?" He said, reaching for his pistol. He stopped as he heard Alissa's voice. "I agree with her. If you want to prove yourself, let's wait until midnight. I'm immortal anyway. I can wait. I've been waiting for more than half a century, you know." he laughed as he turned around and started pacing towards Alissa. "I'm sorry you got caught up in all this." he whispered to her.
Prove himself? Dear God, it was in one ear and out the other with this idiot. Leo supposed he did lack anything in his head to stop the air. He would not need blood if Leo slit his throat. āI do not want to wait near you. Wait, why am I still talking? You are too stupid to listen to it all.ā Leo said shaking his head chastising his own actions. Really? When would he learn that this whelp was nothing but a simpering fool?
With the fool out of his way, he pulled his arm from Alissaās grasp and continued on his way down the sidewalk sliding the blade back into its sheath. He would not wait along with this Vampire. He did not even understand why he was there. They did not need the whelp. He served no purpose but to give Leo a headache. It no longer mattered. Leo would settle it his own way far from the annoying voice of the whelp.
Dear God, even over time the comments of the Whelp shocked him with their stupidity. Leo touched his forehead gently willing the headache to go away, but the sudden movement causing thousands of sharp pains in his back from the glass.