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Name:

Asael Nhanas

Alias:

Asa, Sael, Anghel, Fleischaker

Age:

Apparent Age is 21, True Age is 350

Race:

Vampire; Turned

Class:

VAMPIRE ONLY - Initiate.

Rank:

Follower

Occupation:

Any of the included: Dancer, Cleaner, Mercenary(Possibility), Cook

Appearance:

5'4" in Height, 110 Lbs in Weight, Silky soft medium length Pitch Black hair, Pale skin with a slender yet slightly muscular build and a pair of almost luminescent Jade Green eyes.

Abilities:

Standard Abilities with the chosen ability of Retractable Fangs.

Skills:

Lockpicking, Signature Forgery ((ONLY Signitures)), First Aid knowledge in Healing, Basic Defense Knowledge, Basic Weapons Knowledge, Intermediate(Advanced level of Intermediate seeing as he basically had to fend for himself) Cooking Skills.

Weaknesses:

Standard Weaknesses with chosen weakness of Bound

Personality:

He can be seemingly rather Timid and Shy upon the surface, a "Damsel in Distress" that puts a person at ease around him if they do not know the Nature that lies beneath.

Brief History:

Born to a pair of seemingly rather unlucky Parents, his Mother died upon his third birthday and as a result, his Father succumbed to the drink. As he grew up, he began to both fear and resent the man that should have been taking care of him. As he reached his twenty first birthday, he would be upon a rooftop when a shadow had appeared behind him, approaching him and gripping him by the front of his throat and pushing him over the edge. It was then that the man now in front of him was going to end his existence, but Asaels accepting attitude intrigued him for some odd reason. Asael, as a matter of fact, had been planning on jumping. So the man gave him a choice: He could either let go and let him fall from the roof, or, he could give him a new life...something that could offer him so much more.

Sample Post:

From the shadows of the starlit night, a small slenderine figure would slip forth, seeming to materialize from the blackness of the dark. Shoulder length silky black hair would slip over his face, framing a pair of deep luminescent Jade Green eyes. A small slender finger would slip over a set of a lusciously light pink lips to have the tip bitten, a tiny little trickling of blood slipping down along the joints. A shadow would be standing behind him, just out of the light enough to barely see the outline. Slowly, the young man already in the light, would begin to walk forwards across the nearly abandoned street, a few cars parked along both of the sides of the road.

It seemed that he was walking towards one place in particular; a rather shoddy looking house that looked as if it was falling apart. It looked rather creepy in the dark of the night, the creaks of the structure even more audible to his ears than they had been before. As he ascended the set of mock stone steps that led up to the front porch, his boot steps light and barely able to be heard as he approached the front door. A small hand would slip slender fingers into the front pocket of a pair of black Khakis, selecting a dull golden key and bringing it out to slip it into the doorknob as he pushed the screen door open. The tumblers would fall and click into place as he turned the key, pulling it back out and putting it back into his pocket.

As he now turned the doorknob, the door would creak open slowly. The sound would seem to rouse the figure that seemed to be lazing about upon the couch that was visible from the front door. A voice would then sound from the living room: "Where the heck have you been!?" The young man would cringe slightly at the sound of the voice, the luminescent Jade Green eyes closing tightly for a moment before the soft sounds of a deep breath being taken would bring his head back to face forwards, his eyes opening up and an entirely different look held within them.

Slowly, he would take his first step within the front hall, his objective to get past the living room doorway. This would, however, fail, as a large imposing, phantasmal silhouette would invade the hall in front of him, striking a soul-wrenching dread into the boy. He did NOT want to face him. Not now. Not here.

The man would speak again, his words slurred and his breath reeking of his favoritely selected liquor: a McCormick Vodka. "Ain'tscha gonna anshwer your old man?! I done ashked you a queshtion!" Apparently it had been saved for a while because it had a deeper smell than a fresh bottle would. The boy grimaced and backed away as the front door swung shut behind him, speaking softly, his tone a slightly melodic nature: "I-I..was out on a walk.."

How he hated his Father, the smell alone making the man a pungent mess if that was the only thing that one were to look to. If one were to look beyond him they would see the multitude of bottles and cans, all reeking of some kind of alcohol or other. This was more likely than not, the most imperfect attempt at a Parental being that a person could possibly be. Oh how he wished this man dead. The man would seem to sneer and scoff at him as he swayed forwards: "Bah! You're lying ta me boy!"

As the sun finished setting over the dark black murky water of the Docks, a figure would seem to materialize from the Shadows. His steps seemed to sway slightly, as if he was Drunk or Dazed, his Slender figure suggesting that he shouldn't even be out this late at night. He didn't look to be any older than his late Teens, 21 at the latest. He would lean back against the lone Light Pole that lined the edges of the Docks, tilting his head back and to the side as his medium length silky black hair slipped over his face and shoulders. The silken strands would play peekaboo with a pair of Luminescent Jade Green eyes, the pair slipping their gaze over the Docks to see if anyone was present, trained in a way to do so automatically.

His slendrine figure would look tempting to one that might see him, his left leg slipping up to be bent at the knee as his left foot was placed upon the pole, his left arm slipping slowly up his side to run a set of slender fingers through his silken locks. His pale skin would be given a light kiss of blushing along his cheeks, making it look, upon closer inspection, as if he was literally a bit too much under the influence of Liquor. It would make him seem like a rather easy target, though he hadn't even touched a drop of Alcohol. A light breeze would slip past him, making the hemming of the bottom of his Midnight Black Tank Top that he wore flutter slightly, the chest area where a light yellow Batman symbol was ruffling slightly as his chest rose and fell in breath. The breeze also tugged at the hemming of the pants legs of the Pitch Black Khakis that he was wearing, revealing the outlines of his slim legs.

The pair of Skater Shoes that he wore would look a bit worn, the light yellow shoelaces tattered and frayed in a few places, though the color of them matched the soles perfectly, even though they were faded. Slowly, he would slip the small hand that he had ran through his silky soft black locks down his cheek, letting a few slender fingers play of his pale pink lips, the coloring a lusciously tempting one. Perhaps he was wearing a type of chap-stick, the wet look upon them glistening as he slipped his small pink tongue past his teeth to slip it over both the top and bottom lip in a quick motion. He was slightly hungry, but he could easily hide that, though it had taken him a while to learn how. It would be much easier had he not been alone. And it would have been much easier to learn if he had not been left alone so long ago, cast off like a burden.

Who was it that had taught him so much? Mikael? No that couldn't be it. Kane. That's what his name was. That man had been the Rock of his life so long ago. But now he was gone, along with the part of him that cared. This was his life now, not what had been in the past.

He would let out a soft sigh, the sound resembling a moan to the ears of any other that would have heard it. He was so tired of this crap, but then again, whenever he needed something, he got it his own way. Doing...well...things that no one else ever needed to know of. It was his own business and it wasn't like anyone was ever going to find out any time soon. Hell, he had been around for what..almost Three Hundred and Fifty One years now? If they weren't going to catch him by now then they never were.

It was rather easy actually, making people disappear, especially people that would never be missed in the first place. People like his Father for example...now that was a man that he would NEVER miss for as long as he lived. He liked not being tied down to any place in particular, though it made things a bit harder when it came to finding a certain food source. But what was he to do, it wasn't like he could just go home anyway. What was a home anyway? Just something to make sure you never travel too far away, to stay in a certain area. This was his life now, a Castaway...a Vagabond. He never knew where he was going, but he had been to Thousands of places and he had only stayed long enough to do a bit of damage and rid them of certain...people.

People like his Father...disgusting, pathetic excuses for Humans that didn't need to exist. People like him needed to be eradicated from the face of the Earth no matter what...he would see to that. It was his Mission, his new purpose. So much blood on his hands now...always stained with that sweet sweet scent that held such allure to him. It made him hungrier, thinking of the delectable taste of the substance. Blood...something he just simply couldn't live without. He wanted it so bad, and it was beginning to show. Like an Addict, though it would simply look to anyone that was there that was Human like he was simply craving something of an entirely different Nature, perhaps something that they themselves could satisfy if they thought themselves so confident in themselves. They would find themselves in an entirely different world if they tried this though.

Oh there was so much blood on his hands now. Once upon a time he had been so terrified to let anyone get close to him, until he had been broken of that by Kane. He had been taught so much in such a small amount of time. Kane had been so much to him and yet thought so little of him that it had been so easy for him to just disappear into dust. He hated that. It was so easy for people to leave the ones that care so much about him. Bah but that wasn't his life anymore, this was. THIS. He was going to get what he needed no matter what it was. He was a killer now, bloodthirsty and hungry for something that would never be easy to attain. He had taken so many into a bed but yet had only ever been truly touched once. Not that any of those he had invited in ever made it out alive though. Heh, it was funny actually, and he would let out a soft melodically toned laugh.

This action, to any watching him from anywhere upon the Docks, would be taken as just a Drunken, and, depending on their thinking, an open invitation to them. His movements seemed to beckon and tease, Body Language seeming to beg and offer, though what was true was something much darker. He needed to feed before he got truly hungry and went to seek what he wanted. If he were to take it there wouldn't be much left anyway, not that the person who he took it from would even need it anymore anyway. Blood. Gah he needed to stop thinking about it. But it called to him, come and get me. Such a warm feeling, like a wanted touch from someone familiar, it flooded him from his feet to his head, like a drug that he could never get unhooked from. He could smell its teasing scent upon the light breeze that made him soft silky dark locks flutter over his cheek, his luminescent Jade Green eyes peeking out from behind the soft strands.

He liked being outside like this, sleeping where he could under Bridges and sometimes even in the metallic cones that made the Bridges for Drainage Ditches, occasionally finding the odd little Abandoned Houses or a Garage to sleep in. He felt so connected, so alive, so...awake. It was invigorating to him. Just like when he would take the life of one of his near countless Victims. How many were there again? He couldn't really remember, he had lost track long ago after a short spree of being around a few rather...unpleasant...people. But no matter now, they were rotting in Hell now. He didn't care about them and they hadn't cared about him. They had only wanted one thing and had tried to take it..bad idea. No one would ever take from him that which was already belonging to somebody else. Damn it why was he holding onto that memory?

He would fight the emergence of this for only but a moment before letting it slip back into the mists of his mind. He wasn't tied to anything or anyone. He was free...roaming around whenever and where ever he pleased. That's the way that it had been and that was the way that things were going to stay. He was tired of having to deal with that coming up every now and then. It wasn't like he was ever going to see him again anyway, not like he would just randomly pop up out of freaking nowhere. His left hand would slip down his bare neck to his chest, slender fingers grazing over a pair of small old scars just along the jugular vein. He remembered the day that he had been turned so well. Like it was yesterday even. Strange how things can still be so clear after so much time had passed.

Heh, some choice it had been. This was a much better life though. No more yelling or screaming or running out the front door terrified that something was going to coming flying out after him to shatter against his back or head. He hated his Father, his slender fingers upon his left hand curling up to grip the front of his Tank Top as the slenderine fingers upon his right hand would curl into a fist, with a passion. He hated him and all people like him. There was nothing that would stop him from getting rid of each and every one of them. This was his life now. This Battleground. This bloodbath of rage and hatred and killing was what his life was. Not to mention all the other things he did. That he was most definitely NOT proud of. He swore he had a heart at one time or other, some part of him that he shared, but that had all been taken from him. Maybe it would return one day? Meh, he didn't think so.

Why was there always so much blood? He couldn't stand it most times, the sickening stench of slowly dying flesh, booze, and who knows what else those people had been into. So many memories in those eyes, all that flickering away from those people...all at his Fangs. He both loved and hated that feeling, that certain helplessness that he could feel them going through the second that they realized that they weren't going to see that burning Sun rise in the sky anymore. It was something that made him wrinkle his nose in a slight disgust, he hated that feeling. Helpless was something that you only felt when you were weak. Alone. When it wasn't worth continuing your existence. That dark pit of Despair that crept into you when you knew that there was NOTHING in the world that you could possibly do to change what was happening to you. It filled him with anger, a rage that he was all too familiar with. It made him want to act upon it, gripped at his body, shouting at him to unleash it upon whatever was around him. But he could not. He had to wait. Hunger took presidence over Anger.

He would let out another soft sigh, his left hands slender fingers uncurling to let go of his Tank Top, the light yellow Batman symbol now slightly crinkled a bit in the middle of it and slid down his left side to hook his thumb in the belt-loop of his black Khakis. He needed to feed and soon, this was starting to get unbearable. It was like some kind of Drug, the effects easy to point out and he needed his next dosage. This wasn't easy in the least bit, not even after having done it Hundreds upon Thousands of times. Always the wait for the right person to take the bait. Always the small talk and conversation that lured them in, giving them a false sense of Security when they should be terrified out of their little minds at the scene that was about to unfold. It always started out so slow, a few words here and there and then the offer would come, 'your place or mine?'. Heh, it was always their place. Made it so much easier to clean up.

Next would be the trip there, either a walk or a ride. The walks were always so interesting, you learn so much during them. What would come next depended upon where they lived, there always had to be some way of escape. A Fire Escape or a Backdoor always served him extremely well. Apartment buildings were always the more interesting ones to escape from, seeing as there were usually so many people to see and identify you. Always had to be constantly moving so no one would really notice you. Not too much noise or movement either else you'll draw attention to yourself. It was such an adrenaline rush for him, that perfect little push to get him through the next few steps, which would be the final things that the person who had been so unlucky would ever experience.

There would be the attempts at play, always acting like the obliviously 'into you' Drunk or otherwisely influenced, lulling them further into that sense that they had something going on. But none of them ever did. That was always a mistake that they made. It was always so freaking easy, like taking candy from a Newborn. Then would come the wild undressing all over their house, usually starting in the living room or front hall. That always puzzled him though. What was the point in doing that in multiple locations? Shouldn't ones clothes be in one place instead of over there over there over here and up there? But it didn't really matter, it always ended up the same.

The next to last step was always the weak attempt to bed him, all of which would always fail. It really was sad, they with their pathetic attempts to bring him into them, to have him 'open up and bare his soul' in a matter of speaking. It was like they weren't even seriously trying. But oh well, they all met the same fate in the end. The same. Sticky. Delicious. Ending. The last step was always taking what you wanted, usually he would make like he was leaning down to kiss their neck when he took his opportunity, biting down like an animal and draining each and every single drop from them before letting go. There was no use in leaving them alive. They'd give him up or worse try to take from him again if they ever were to find him once more. He couldn't have that now could he? It wouldn't be so much fun if he just let them walk away from that.

Back to reality, he would let his seemingly Luminescent Jade Green eyes slip shut, his slender frame shifting slightly, making it look to any that were watching, as if 'The Drink' still had some effect upon him. It was all a ruse though, the bait upon the oh so tempting lure and hook. He just needed someone to take it now, and he needed it desperately. For some reason though, being so close to someone excited him, gave him a sense of something more, not just the murderous rage that he usually kept concealed during his little tricks. He wanted to have someone again, the way that Kane had had him. But that was impossible. This road he was on wouldn't give second chances...or would it?

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