Name:
Eth Tenshi


Race:
Blood Doll / Blood Weaver / Hemobank ect.


Age:
15


Physical Traits:
Feathered out shoulder length flaming red hair, shallow forest green eyes with an even darker border around the iris. Finer facial features suggesting an ancient and strong blood line, with high cheekbones, slightly thin lips, and an upturn at the bottom of his nose. At nearly five foot nine inches one might even call him elf like, though not to his face as he clearly detests being called so.


Mental Traits:
A kind heart lies behind the troubled expression normally plaguing Eth's face, and he attempts to be weary of people that wish to take advantage of him. He however wishes to believe those around him are inherently good in their hearts. Enjoying a good challenge is always in the front of his mind, it has gotten to the point, at times, to where he is unsure if he chose the hunt or if the hunt chose him. While he is not a simple person he can not help but to act like a child when he does not need to be serious. This often brings those around him to the conclusion that he is either not able to be responsible or refuses to. When being underestimated he eagerly tries to prove himself even when he has obviously set himself up to be estimated as such.


Abilities:
First and foremost a calculating mind, manipulation of his own blood, sensing details of others blood through his own sense, mild regenerating, healing properties in his fluids to others, and forced reproduction of his own blood.


Ability Cons:
A growing headache with the usage of his latter abilities, a heavy need of acidic consumption to appropriately digest his own blood, preferably citric fruit. Often he must plan steps ahead before he finds himself over exerting his his mental capabilities. Any of his blood inside of another person becomes that persons blood rendering it useless to him. Generally unable to get drunk.


Biography:
Being born in a small town Eth could sincerely care less that he did not know how real parents. Having plenty of brothers and sisters, along with loving foster parents made him complacent about his lot in life. He truely felt he could desire nothing more, when changed began to appear within his body he paid no mind. After all he was earned several times that he would be experiencing changes soon. It wasn't until one day that his doting older sister Meredeth caught him climbing a tree and vehemently implored him to come down that they both experienced his change in unison.

Slipping was the least of his worries, he had broken several bones by now all of them mended quickly enough for him. Thinking it was natural for bones to snap back into place he only cried for the duration of the break. When it was reset he wondered why Meredeth was still crying and apologizing, and as he lifted her chin and smiled brightly exclaiming he was all better now. He realised how alien he truly was, to this day the horror in her face haunts his memories sharply. He had turned twelve not too long ago, it has been there long and lonely years since then, and it is a complete wonder to him how he did not find out about the inhabitants of this world until recently.