Name: Victor Guttman

Race: Vampire



Inventory: Fluted Plate Mail, longsword, Black cape, shield, lance

Special abilities:
Vampiro majoris- Victor Guttman is a vampire, and carries the enhanced physical abilities that brings. He is far stronger and faster than a mortal man, and does not age. In addition, being undead means he can shrug off far more damage than any other mortal... but all this power comes at a steep price. In addition to his need for blood their are several methods that will quickly kill him outright as well as objects, materials and substances that weaken or can even disable him.

Personality: Although he appears suave and sophisticated, Victor Guttman is anything but. Though intelligent enough to know he must hide his true nature, and more than able to effectively lie about what he is he hardly cares what others think of him. He enjoys combat with a passion, and little delites him more than cutting up a worthy foe. Though civil enough with allies, and even kind or rather accomodating with allies he gives off an unsettling air... and the cruelty hidden in his eyes comes out when he becomes embroiled in combat, laughing and howling as he fights in a terrifyingly bestial display. Though he puts an a thin air of civility and comraderie, he is cruel, hateful, angry, bestial and completely entranced by his own wishes and desires... above all he is selfish and greedy.

History: Victor Guttman was changed into a Vampire... well it was quite a long timme ago when he was given the gift of the blood kiss. So long ago in fact he does not remember his life as a human, past that he was once a mercenary knight of some sort. His old life hardly mattered, for this new unholy life granted him more than he ever could have gained as a mortal. For untold years he fought across the lands, seilling his unholy strength and skill to the highest bidder. He won many battles, wielding lance and sword atop his skeletal steed... until he was struck down. In the muck of some battle on some gods forsaken mire he was struck down by a myriad of blades and implements and sank... beeath the peat and stench until the light of the world was gone to him... and then he awoke, deep within the bowels of... somewhere, his arms and armour about him... time to forge a new way.

Other: Victor has attained such skill with the lance he is able to wield the weapon unmounted in spite of its length and weight.