Huzzah!
Name: Mitchell Shae Garmen
Gender: Male
Age: 89 (turned at age 19)
Appearance: (unfortunately, I have yet to find a picture that suits him)
Mitch's most striking feature would absolutely be his height. Standing at an astonishing 6'7, he's impossible not to notice. He has a slight frame, weighing only a stretched-out 165lbs. His skin is the pale, flawless tone of many a vampire, and his hair is jet black, shining almost blue in the light. His eyes are a slightly blueish-grey, and his face has a kind look to it. His limbs are long and lanky, with large feet and hands, proportionate to his limbs. He has a small scar running diagonally through his left eyebrow, starting slightly above the middle of his eyebrow and angling downward toward the outer corner of his eye. He does not remember how he got this.
Personality: Mitch is a kind soul, with a witty mind and a good sense of humour. His outlook on life is far less bleak than his peers, as he strives to see the brighter side of things. He is fiercely loyal and quite protective, although he cannot remember why, as he has never needed to protect any of the vampires in the clan. He assumes it's something from his past life. He will not hesitate to speak up for what he believes or defend someone he deems deserving of defence. While he tends to be compassionate, he has standards; he will not help someone whom he knows can help themselves (this more relates to deeper issues than a pulled-out chair or regular, everyday favours). He is polite and cordial, although not so much as Evelyn, of course. He was raised in a time where chivalry was still alive, but not when it was as extreme as some older vampires may remember. Around the elder members of the makeshift coven, he is cordial, polite and relaxingly humorous. He holds true to the idea that knowing how to be a good follower is important to being a good family member. (That is to say that he knows when it's a better idea to do what he's told, and often takes a submissive attitude with his peers due to being younger).
Likes: Music, the night sky, flight, birds, helping others.
Dislikes: Injustice, prejudice, judgement, hot weather, ungratefulness.
History: While most vampires tend to recover their memories in the first few decades of their life, Mitch has had no such luck. He knows that he was turned when he was nineteen, that he was born in 1925, that he is Canadian and does speak french, and that he was homeless at the time of his turning. He has been able to guess that he's never been well-off, either.
Mitch never actually met the vampire who turned him. He had just woken in a groggy state of pain and hunger, strewn about in an alleyway. Over the years, he's formed the theory that he was the victim of a feeding, but that he wasn't completely drained and was turned instead of simply dying. He'd found himself with a broken pocket watch in his hand, and has kept it to this day.
After his turning, he did was most newborns did; he went into a feeding frenzy. Enough of his old personality had apparently survived to drive him to targeting mainly the unsavoury: predators, criminals, that area of people. He developed a taste for the soured type of blood that came from alcohol abuse, and found himself pursuing the small high from heavy drinkers and late-night bar-goers.
Of course, with his stature and his newborn clumsiness when it came to killing, it was hard to go unnoticed. He hadn't been overly careful in his first few years, and found himself fleeing Canada as witnesses of his killings started piling up. In the year 1950, he joined Viorica's coven in a desperate attempt to hide. As he spent more time among them, he found himself seeing them as family, and decided to stay with them permanently.
If there's anything inconsistent with the canon in his bio, I can change it!
