Wow, this guy's CS is much shorter than the last 4 vampires I've done. . . .Prolly 'cause of the Clothes section :P I tend to go itno detail with clothes, but in this case. . . . .

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Name: Kinn(Keen)

Race: Vampire

Age: Ancient, looks 22ish

Height: 6' 5”

Weight: 146lbs

Hair: Silver, ankle length, bangs as long as the rest of the hair, no real part unless he wills it, then it parts down the middle.

Eyes: Vivid green with flecks of gold

Skin: Alabaster

Build: Lithe, no real muscle definition, but not weak looking per se.

Clothes: Simple black silk robe with a dragon clasp at the top and a deep hood. He comes up with any excuse not to wear clothing as he is more comfortable nude, but for the most part he can be talked into wearing light drapy single layer clothing.

Accessories: Silver amulet with a clear stone on a silver chain. The faint shape of a dragon can be seen in the stone, but only when looking really hard.

Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Is stronger and faster than normal humans, and can call upon a variety of dark spells to get his job done including, but not limited to: Charm, Dark Messenger, Paralysis, Sleep, and Conjure Plant. He can seem to defy gravity at times, jumping higher than one can imagine or walking up a wall, but for the most part they are simply spells to help him get around.

General Personality: Kinn seems very detached, going about his job in a strait forward manner. However when he begins getting tired he becomes rather charming and clingy. He's always very confident in what he's doing and even if he fails he doesn't lose that confidence, he simply resolves to try harder. He has a particular fondness for watching people rather than interacting with them en-mass, finding one-on-one company more appealing once he begins relaxing. 

Background: His past is shrouded in mystery, however he does recall that he was cursed by a dragon long ago to do what he does. He has passed from person to person, doing as he is bidden, and has long forgotten what it is to have his own aspirations. He has his likes and dislikes, but he isn't working towards any particular goal. He's not even sure if the cruse will ever break, so he simply focuses at his tasks as they come. He was last called over eighty years ago by a man wishing to retrieve his daughter from the clutches of a pack of otherworldly creatures, and has been hibernating since then in the place he always returns to in between each summoning.