Finally done with this, hope it's alright. :) --- [b]Name:[/b] Christof Jakobsen [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Age:[/b] 251 [b]Appearance:[/b] [hider=Christof]Christof stands just shy of six feet, and weighs in at about 170 pounds. Whilst he isn’t the beefiest, he makes it up with his viciousness when fighting. His dark hair is usually left in an unruly mop, since he doesn’t bother with it too much. On the days where looking presentable is a requirement, he just slicks it all back with some hair gel. While he isn’t one for dressing up all fancy (his wardrobe consists mostly of t-shirts, leather jackets, and washed-out jeans), he isn’t against putting on a nice suit once in a while. Christof also wears a lot of jewelry for a guy, string, leather, and beaded bracelets carved with pagan symbols being his go-to choice. --- [center][img]http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/69/c1/06/69c106e44a97eca846b8fe4a5d404e36.jpg[/img][/center][/hider] [b]Personality:[/b] In his human life, Christof had a heart of gold, but all of that was in the past now. The transformation changed more than just his body, it also changed his nature. Abrasive and hot-headed, years of being dead doesn’t seem to have dampened his fiery temper. At first glance, one would assume his feral nature has taken over his ability to reason and talk his way out of a problem, however he is quite charismatic when he needs to be. The only downside being the scathing sarcasm that comes along with it. Most call Christof the atypical asshole without realizing who he is underneath the layers of barbed distrust and anger. At the core, he is broken and quite serious despite how he jokes and makes light of everything. If anything, Christof hates himself more than anyone ever could and is nowhere close to forgiving himself for the past. He is old fashioned when it comes to honor, believing his word when given is law, and never makes a promise he does not intend to keep. Yet beneath all the flaws, he is unflinchingly loyal once you’ve earned his trust and his respect. [b]Likes:[/b] Animals, violence, classical music, gore, cold weather [b]Dislikes:[/b] Bigotry, warm weather, people who talk too much, cowardice, arrogance [b]History:[/b] [hider=ohgod wall of text]The year of 1763 brought the world Christof Jakobsen. Growing up, Christof never found himself without a meal in his childhood. The family of five were well-off enough to survive any harsh Norwegian winters that were thrown at them and the dry summers that threatened to destroy their crops. The young Christof never hesitated to help out with the work, enjoying the simple life he had in the village. Although he kept it a secret, he found himself attracted to those of the same sex - knowing that such a thing was unheard of in this day and age, he kept it a secret from everyone. Christof soon found another that seemed perfect for him, and they fell in love quickly. Secret meetings were arranged between the two and every week, he'd look forward to their illicit trysts under the cover of darkness. Unfortunately, good things were bound to come to an end. Three days after his twenty-fifth birthday, his family finally found out his dirty, little secret. Disgusted and disgraced by what their son had done, they quickly got to work in an attempt to straighten him out and cleanse him of his so-called sins. It was simple for his father to kill the man that held Christof's heart, disguising his death as nothing more than a hunting accident. His father then dragged him to a whorehouse, forcing women after women on him - making him fuck them until he was “normal” again. After that fateful day, Christof spent many sleepless nights by himself, pining for his lost love. It took him a while to decide, but he finally resolved to end it when it all proved too much for him to bear. He planned to kill himself, to erase all evidence that he ever existed. Stepping off the wooden bridge with a large, heavy rock tied around his ankle, the last thing he remembered before the darkness finally claimed him was a piercing pain in his neck. To Christof, it felt as though he was only unconscious for a moment. When he woke up, a warm liquid was trickling pass his lips, and soon, he found himself sucking hungrily from his maker’s wrist. The taste of blood was both revolting and intoxicating. As much as Christof wanted to pull away, once he tasted the blood, there was no stopping. He knew what he’d become - stories of blood-drinking creatures stalking their prey at night... He had always dismissed it as an old wives’ tale, but now, he knew better. Christof’s maker urged him to take revenge, to kill all the people who had ever wronged him, and he complied. Within a few days, he had brutally murdered his family, but the bloodlust inside of him didn’t stop there as he continued to hunt down the entire village, tearing limbs from the bodies he had once known well. For decades, the newly-turned vampire travelled with his sire across all of Europe. The only thing that kept Christof going was his rage and an uncontrollable lust for blood. The desire to kill and feed was too intense and he relinquished control of his actions completely. After murdering yet another unfortunate family, Christof was ready to move on to the next, but the excitement he once got from each hunt had faded. The fact that it was always the same made it less enjoyable and more of a chore to him than anything. He needed something new, something to excite him once again. The lust for blood was still there, but he no longer found entertainment in killing indiscriminately. When Christof first learnt of his bloodline, he was somewhat skeptical of it - but the idea seemed so enticing. It didn’t take him long to find out more about this coven, and it was only a matter of time until he felt it was time to leave the nest. His maker didn’t take kindly to such a sentiment though, and thus, Christof set about quietly planning his disposal. It was one week later when he finally carried it out. It was almost too easy, really, perhaps the elder vampire had grown fond of his offspring, and no longer expected any betrayal from him. Unfortunately for him, that was not the case, Christof only had to catch him unawares during his daytime slumber, shovelling burning embers from the nearby fireplace into where he laid. His screams were unearthly as he tried to extinguish the flames before they fully consumed him, but Christof did not relent, only stopping when he was sure that his sire was no more. And then, it was off to see his new family.[/hider]