Post by Sinner on May 5, 2008 13:44:20 GMT
Name: Sin Rainclaw
Age: 93 (Though he looks closer to 23)
Height: 6"1
Build: Slim
Power: Warren Meanas (Kind of) - Short range teleportation. However, Sin must have been to the place he wishes to teleport to or at least see it. Control over water and it's various forms, and enhanced reactions.
Looks: Handsome, jet black hair medium length hair with a single streak of scarlett running from the crown, green eyes and a silver ring in his left ear. Usually wears an open black shirt with silver buttons, the right sleeve ripped off and replaced with light silver plate armour, with a hood at the back.
History: Sin, for that is the name he has chosen for himself, was bitten at the age of nineteen, by the girl who was at the time his lover. He knew what she was, not only a vampire but the daughter of a vampire lord, yet she refrained from turning him for almost two full years before he asked her to do it. Reluctantly, but knowingly she complied.
For days on end Sin lay in agony, wishing for death. The turning was differant for every mortal, she had told him. But nothing could have prepared him for this. Fevered, his blood seeming to boil in his veins, he drifted in and out of consciousness, hallucinating in a perpetual nightmare, until on the fifth day all signs of his condition completely dissapeared. He merely awoke to find his senses sharpened, everything looked so much clearer, things he had never smelled or heard before suddenly blooming all around him. His lover smiled, having seen it in others countless times. To Sin, the awakening was even more ecstatic than normal, for he had been turned by the lord's daughter, and therefore absorbed into his direct line. He wanted to shout in triumph to the world, and so ran to the door and flung it open.
Pain seared his entire body. It burned like fire, no, it must have been fire that ravaged his skin and tore at his mind. He fell back onto the ground, seething in agony, until his lover slammed the door shut. Then the pain extinguished, the glare of the sun gone, and he merely felt exhausted.
"Welcome to the night life." She had said to him before he fell unconscious.
Many years later, and the turning of fate dealt the lord's daughter a terrible blow. A stray bullet, blessed in holy water and fired from a witchhunter's gun, pierced her lung and, though not killing her, sent her into a deep coma that has lasted to this very day. The vampire lord, enraged by this, sent a number of assasins to kill the witchunter. All failed. His clan was only a small one, and he could not afford to spend anymore of his children's lives, so instead he trained Sin, the most powerful of them now his daughter was sleeping. The training was brutal, but Sin withstood it all, sharing the same view as the lord, his stepfather. He would have revenge.
And he will have it at any cost.
Personality: Determined, able to enjoy happiness but not savour it for any long amount of time. Locks down his emotions when the lord's daughter is mentioned.
Race: Vampire
Friends: None as yet outside his own clan of vampires.
Weapons: A pirate cutlass he keeps at his belt, a knife he keeps in his boot, and a rifle slung on his back.
Age: 93 (Though he looks closer to 23)
Height: 6"1
Build: Slim
Power: Warren Meanas (Kind of) - Short range teleportation. However, Sin must have been to the place he wishes to teleport to or at least see it. Control over water and it's various forms, and enhanced reactions.
Looks: Handsome, jet black hair medium length hair with a single streak of scarlett running from the crown, green eyes and a silver ring in his left ear. Usually wears an open black shirt with silver buttons, the right sleeve ripped off and replaced with light silver plate armour, with a hood at the back.
History: Sin, for that is the name he has chosen for himself, was bitten at the age of nineteen, by the girl who was at the time his lover. He knew what she was, not only a vampire but the daughter of a vampire lord, yet she refrained from turning him for almost two full years before he asked her to do it. Reluctantly, but knowingly she complied.
For days on end Sin lay in agony, wishing for death. The turning was differant for every mortal, she had told him. But nothing could have prepared him for this. Fevered, his blood seeming to boil in his veins, he drifted in and out of consciousness, hallucinating in a perpetual nightmare, until on the fifth day all signs of his condition completely dissapeared. He merely awoke to find his senses sharpened, everything looked so much clearer, things he had never smelled or heard before suddenly blooming all around him. His lover smiled, having seen it in others countless times. To Sin, the awakening was even more ecstatic than normal, for he had been turned by the lord's daughter, and therefore absorbed into his direct line. He wanted to shout in triumph to the world, and so ran to the door and flung it open.
Pain seared his entire body. It burned like fire, no, it must have been fire that ravaged his skin and tore at his mind. He fell back onto the ground, seething in agony, until his lover slammed the door shut. Then the pain extinguished, the glare of the sun gone, and he merely felt exhausted.
"Welcome to the night life." She had said to him before he fell unconscious.
Many years later, and the turning of fate dealt the lord's daughter a terrible blow. A stray bullet, blessed in holy water and fired from a witchhunter's gun, pierced her lung and, though not killing her, sent her into a deep coma that has lasted to this very day. The vampire lord, enraged by this, sent a number of assasins to kill the witchunter. All failed. His clan was only a small one, and he could not afford to spend anymore of his children's lives, so instead he trained Sin, the most powerful of them now his daughter was sleeping. The training was brutal, but Sin withstood it all, sharing the same view as the lord, his stepfather. He would have revenge.
And he will have it at any cost.
Personality: Determined, able to enjoy happiness but not savour it for any long amount of time. Locks down his emotions when the lord's daughter is mentioned.
Race: Vampire
Friends: None as yet outside his own clan of vampires.
Weapons: A pirate cutlass he keeps at his belt, a knife he keeps in his boot, and a rifle slung on his back.
