Vladimir 'Vlad' Pekorav
None yet, as Vlad's an unknown, but he goes by 'Demon', or just 'Vlad'.
Fourteen by now. He doesn't really count.
Last time he checked? Male.
Vladimir stands at about 5'6", with a highly toned body. He has spiky blonde hair that goes down his back, and tanned, scarred skin. A nasty burn covers both of his arms and forearms, leading on until it comes upon the disfigured flesh of his hands and fingers. His fingers and hands are covered in extremely scarred muscle tissue, with each of his fingernails being scarily sharp and long. The nails, or claws as they are now, are all a murky black/purple color.
His normal state of dress is shirtless ((He doesn't give a shit)), and ragged, torn blue jeans. He doesn't have any shoes, showing that his feet are in the same state as his hands.
When he was caught in the fire, the pure pain brought a change out from within Vladimir. Enhanced agility((Not really speed, just his ability to dodge and move a bit quicker)), teleportation ((He disappears in a flash of crimson flames, and appears a short distance away. Only good for fights, not long range)), along with his new...gift, or curse
. The claws are extremely durable, not being able to break off no matter what, though he hadn't really bothered to try it out on anyone other then muggers. They are very sharp, as he has come to realize, and they are not retractable, which causes a problem when ever he goes out into the public.
In a fight, he's not very durable and tend to rely on his flexibility, reaction-speed, and teleportation. Even though Vladimir is immune to a lot of pain, a few heavy-hits could break a bone or two if he's not careful.
Other then the survival instincts that he was naturally born with, Vladimir is also a very good thief, though he doesn't really sneak around when doing it. He just takes what he needs and runs away. He's good in a fight, and his apathetic to death is an ability...right? I've no idea.
Vladimir was born into a poor, struggling family. He had two brothers, one sister, and his mother, an old lady with a leg problem. They stayed in a raggedy warehouse on the outer part of town, and every day was a struggle to survive. Well, while Vladimir and his three siblings were asleep, some maniac came into their home and set the place on fire. Just...threw a match and set everything ablazed. Vladimir was awoken to the screams of his siblings and mothers, and to the laughter of the arsonist.
Just as he was about to get up to help his burning family members, his pants leg caught fire and he was instantly emblazoned, as the man had poured alcohol on him and his siblings right before he set everything on fire.
Next thing he knew...well, he woke up, with the skin on his right and left arm peeled up, exposing the red muscle underneath. His hands and fingers were both red, with long and deformed obsidian claws forming on his finger tips.
Long story short...he had killed the arsonist in his 'sleep'. After this realization, he dully remember burying his family and entering the city for the first time in months. He was scared, confused, bloody, and hurt, but no one helped him. He stuck to the shadows and alleys, staying in different alleys every night.
Over the years, he stole to survive, mugging people, and killing people who tried to kill him. Everything lost it's color. He only saw grey, and every day was a grey day....a grey day to survive.