@Wraithblade6Name: Magnus Shane
Appearance:
Age: 1252
When You Were Turned: 762
Species/Strain: Gabrellean
Personality: Magnus is truly a force to be reckoned with. Cross him and he won't think twice about cutting you in half. Rather than using brute force to eliminate his targets like most vampires, he quickly plans his attacks to be as precise and deadly as possible.
100% psychotic.
Abilities: Magnus is able to use his cells to increase his speed and movement slightly beyond others of his strain. Has the normal vampire telepathy as well.
What really sets him apart his is breath. He has found he can break down his cells into a highly toxic and hallucinaginc mist, deadly at close range, harmful at mid.
Prolonged use of this ability causes him to slowly and gradually lose his speed and strength, greatly prolonged use makes him as slow and weak as a human.
Skills: Stealth, strategy, proficient in melee weaponry prefering claws. Also good at 'convincing' people, yes, convincing..
Gear:
Clothes: Black suit with a tie, dress pants, and a long trench coat with combat boots.Tottally not suspicious.
Weapons: Gloves with iron plated leather with serrated claws made out of a nearly indestructible titanium alloy beginning from the knuckles and extending a few inches from the ends of the fingers into very sharp tips.
The claws retract when not in use, a simple push of a button forces them to extend.
Background: All his life, Magnus preferred seclusion and stealth. In fact, in his youth he was a skilled assasin, known in the underworld by many. There was one target he could never kill, much less touch, his sire. A powerful Gabrellean vampire. Of course, vampires were just rumors, myth, legend back in his era. He had had no reason to be cautious or take precautions.
The fight was over in an instant, Magnus laid dead. Or so he thought. The next day he woke up alone and dazed in the abandoned hovel the vampire once occupied. He walked back to town, unable to remember the details of what happened. He'd assumed the target knocked him out and ran. The question was why didn't he kill him?
It wasn't until he got the town did he notice truely odd things..he could..hear the thoughts of the others. At least, it had to be thoughts, given half of them weren't talking. It wasn't until later that night when he realized what had truely happened, when he slaughtered the village.
He grinned after having his meal, thinking about how much this would benefit him. He harnessed his powers more and more over the decades, centuries, and millienia. Never straying from his career...well...maybe for a quick meal.
Being immortal had many perks, accumulating money was one of them. He'd manage to attribute quite a lot of money for his..line of work. Mostly stored in offshore savings and bank accounts.
Of course..he's always looking to add to his fortune. Any takers?