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Name: Lucius Blake

Age: Turned in his mid twenties, at some point in the early dark ages.

Species: Vampire

Gender: Male

Human Appearance: Tall and gaunt, the ancient paths of many immortal years written into the cold blue of his eyes, he retains a reservedly modest appearance in dress and taste. His bearing imperious, the contrast between pale skin and dark hair – long, though kempt – imparts the severity typical of his kind.

Beast Appearance: A hideous creature of mottled reds and browns; clawed feet and a barbed tail lend an almost reptilian appearance to this monstrosity – the skin is pebbly in texture, blotched here and there with leprous discoulorations or the trailing gouges of ancient wounds long since healed. While the torso is largely humanoid, the leathery expanse of bat-like wings and fanged maw would swiftly end all comparisons to anything vaguely human.

Personality: A mixture of facades, Lucius is rumoured even amongst his own kind to be a strangely twisted example of Vampiric immorality and hedonistic tendencies. Whilst managing to maintain the facade of a wealthy – if reclusive and faintly eccentric landowner – Lucius' nightly forays into the darker side of his nature reveal a creature who has long since lost sight of any shred of his own humanity.

Brief History:

At the early beginnings of his distant past Lucius lived as the bastard son of a minor noble of the decaying Roman Empire; his time as a human was to be only short lived, and though he himself cannot seem to remember the events of his turning – either that, or he simply refuses to speak of it – his memory of the many centuries since have remained almost untouched despite the years between. While his early years as a vampire were marked with the savage debaucheries of a beast unrestrained, his tastes – even if retaining their gruesome flavour – gradually receded to more of a pastime and less of a livelihood.

Preferring to dwell on the edge of most significant events rather than ever playing any central role, Lucius evaded much of the Church's scrutiny despite engaging in some of the more heinous crimes of the dark past – ever ready to allow others to slip and somehow take the blame for his own actions, his name remained largely unknown to the hunters of the time – save perhaps as an enigmatic shadow, the elusive disease that seemed to shift and flow with he change in time, sweeping through Europe as whim and fancy took him, before finally fading into quiet obscurity in the New World just as the Church finally disbanded the last of the Hunters and turned a blind eye to the creatures of the night.

But wheels are turning again, and for Lucius the glories of the past are only ever a moment's thought away – age and time have not rendered him complacent, and those urges of his youth were merely repressed, but never extinguished. Perhaps the thrill of the hunt awaits once more.