[hider=Seymour Von Carstein][center][img]http://image.ibb.co/cJ24aG/seymourname.png[/img]
[i]"I have never felt hate like I feel for my father..."[/i]

[color=ff4242][b]Race[/b][/color]
[hider=Dhampir]
A Dhampir is the offspring a human and a vampire. Key features of the race are as followed:

[color=ff4242][b]•[/b][/color]They often retain the visual features of their vampire parent depending on the species of vampire. For example a more beastial species of vampire will result in offspring with that beastial appearance.

[color=ff4242][b]•[/b][/color]In addition to appearance, they will inherit certain abilities of their vampire parent.

[color=ff4242][b]•[/b][/color]Almost all offspring are a result of a male vampire and female human.

[color=ff4242][b]•[/b][/color]The thirst is much more manageable and controllable for a dhampir than it is for a pure bred vampire. Animal blood and normal food can sustain them, however they require it in greater volumes than human blood.

[color=ff4242][b]•[/b][/color]Most dhampir become vampire hunters, often out of a hatred from their father for making them what they are.

[color=ff4242][b]•[/b][/color]Most will age as a human till 30 at which point they will cease ageing and retain their appearance, effectively becoming immortal.

[color=ff4242][b]•[/b][/color]Dhampir must consume 1.5x more food than a normal human, 100ml of human blood or 500ml of animal blood on daily basis to keep the hunger at bay. Failure to do so will result in the Dhampir losing total control to their bloodlust, attacking everything and anything in it's way until the hunger is fed.[/hider]
[color=ff4242][b]Age[/b][/color]
32

[color=ff4242][b]Gender[/b][/color]
Male

[color=ff4242][b]STR:[/b][/color] 3
[color=ff4242][b]END:[/b][/color] 2
[color=ff4242][b]DEX:[/b][/color] 4
[color=ff4242][b]INT:[/b][/color] 1
[color=ff4242][b]MAG:[/b][/color] 0

[color=ff4242][b]Abilities[/b][/color] 
[[color=39b54a]Positive[/color] / [color=a187be]Negative[/color]]

[color=39b54a]Unnatural Reactions[/color] - [[color=ff4242]DEX 4+[/color]]
Seymour's father was from a species of vampire called Morgen, a species suited for martial combat. While lacking the strength of more feral species such as Strigoi, they are highly agile. They have exceptional reaction times.

[color=39b54a]Vampiric Strength[/color] - [[color=ff4242]STR 3+[/color]]
Seymour is as strong as a very strong human albeit with a frame much more slight than a human of equivilant strength.

[color=39b54a]Regeneration[/color] - [[color=ff4242]Racial Ability[/color]]
Small cuts are healed almost instantly. Stab wounds, gunshot wounds and the like heal after several hours. Dismembered limbs can grow back but depending on the point it is severed, takes at least a week.

[color=39b54a]Bloodsight[/color] - [[color=ff4242]Racial Ability[/color]]
Bloodsight is the ability to hear nearby heartbeats and within ten metres, able to see the vascular system of that creature. When in range the entire vascular system of the creature appears to glow, giving away their position even in total darkness. Heartbeats can be heard through solid objects such as a building wall while the vascular system can only be seen through clothing. Creatures without circulatory systems or the undead are entirely immune to this.

[color=a187be]The Hunger[/color] - [[color=ff4242]Racial Ability[/color]]
As mentioned in the racial description, Dhampir must consume a certain amount of food, animal blood or human blood per day or risk succumbing to the hunger. If the hunger takes over he will lose all control and become a danger to friend and foe alike.

[color=ff4242][b]Inventory[/b][/color]

[color=ff4242]Funds[/color]
G     S      C
[[color=ffd700][b]1[/b][/color]] - [[color=c0c0c0][b]53[/b][/color]] - [[color=b87333][b]17[/b][/color]]

[color=ff4242]Weaponry[/color]
[color=ff4242][b]•[/b][/color]72" Silver Steel Sword
[color=ff4242][b]•[/b][/color]x5 Silver Stakes
[color=ff4242][b]•[/b][/color]Silver Caltrops

[color=ff4242]Attire[/color]
[color=ff4242][b]•[/b][/color]Large Hat
[color=ff4242][b]•[/b][/color]Leather Armour
[color=ff4242][b]•[/b][/color]Long Cloak

[color=ff4242]Transport[/color]
[color=ff4242][b]•[/b][/color]Horse with Saddlebags

[color=ff4242]Survival[/color]
[color=ff4242][b]•[/b][/color]x5 Vials of Donated Human Blood
[color=ff4242][b]•[/b][/color]Canteen for Animal Blood [[color=ff4242]Empty[/color]]
[color=ff4242][b]•[/b][/color]20 Metre Rope

[color=ff4242]Miscellaneous[/color]
[color=ff4242][b]•[/b][/color]Mothers Pendant - Glows In Presence of Supernatural Entities With a Range of 5m.

[color=ff4242][b]Appearance[/b][/color]
[hider=Appearance][img]http://image.ibb.co/jQjvhw/sully.png[/img][/hider]

[color=ff4242][b]Biography[/b][/color] 
Catherine was from the famous Von Carstein family, rich, popular and people who genuinely cared for those in their community. Their mansion sat atop a hill overlooking their township of Old Keep, a bustling and thriving community not far from Rosashire. The township was named after the crumbling keep that it was built around, the stonework construct left with nothing more than two walls and pile of rubble at it's base. 

One night the town fell victim to an attack from a riotous mob of undead and vampires who tore the townsfolk apart and raided their stores. By time daylight rose it was shining on smouldering ashes, dried blood and rotting corpses. Many of the people of Old Keep died and not one remained who hadn't lost a loved one. For Catherine her experience was one of the worst, forced to watch her two siblings drunk dry by a vampire known as Caleb the Red. Once finished with her siblings he moved to drink her too, stopping short and subjected her to hours of torment. All that saved Catherine was the approaching sunlight, Caleb leaving her mansion, filling it with laughter.

As the months passed the town rebuilt, covering the damage inflicted upon it. What couldn't be concealed was the internal scars and vivid nightmares that the townsfolk had to deal with every day. Memories of friends and loved ones being taken from them taunted them all. After the night the once welcoming town turned sour and wary of any outsider, particularly non-humans. A wall was soon built and at times of particular worry the guards refuse entry to all but the towns populace. One thing that became evident as the wall was being built, was that Catherine was with child. She spent the remainder of the pregnancy locked away in the mansion, scared of what might happen to her and the child should they learn of it's conception. She knew that the offspring of a human and vampire was not guarenteed to grow up evil and regardless of how it came to pass, it was her child within her.

When the birth finally happened she named the child Seymour after her grandfather. His skin was pale and his ears turned up to points, inherited from his father. He was kept secret from the townsfolk for several years before word eventually made it out. Out of respect to Catherine and her family the town gave her the opportunity to leave with Seymour or to hand him over to them. Catherine's choice was easy and within a few days she was on the road with Seymour.

Years hurried by as Catherine and Seymour travelled around the country, not staying in any particular place longer than necessary. Eventually Catherine found a job working in a village tavern that gave her accomodation and food in lieu of pay. They were welcomed and accepted as residents of the village much like Old Keep once did for strangers. Growing up here gave Seymour a deep respect for the living and how they showed compassion for all living creatures, this is what helped stop him from becoming his father. He worked daily on a farm from a young age, whether in the fields or with the livestock. 

When Seymour turned sixteen he became part of the town watch and was trained by a former monster hunter, Isiah. In addition to combat training, Isiah taught Seymour about the many creatures that inhabited the world, covering everything from racial traits to weaknesses. Given the responsibility that would be put upon him it was important he would be able to cope with whatever happened. After completing his training there was a period of calm for several years, until his father returned.

While patrolling in the dark of night Seymour heard cries from the far side of the village, within minutes the air was filled with nothing but screams. Along with the other members of the town watch, Seymour moved from house to house to find flesh torn corpses and horrified relatives inside. Any lingering creatures were swiftly dealt with by blade and fire, the group lucky enough to save some families from suffering any harm. Upon reaching the tavern Seymour and the others were witnesses to a slaughter as people ran in every direction only to be cut down and then feasted upon. In the middle of them all stood a cloaked figure who held his mother by the neck, his face lit by the glowing pendant she wore. Seymour called out to her, the attention of the figure switching to him. The figure revealed a toothy smile, his long fangs reaching over his bottom teeth. "My son..." the figure spoke before turning to Catherine, "Know this human, he will be just like his father." 

Seymour charged forward with sword in hand but could only watch as the vampire closed his fist around his mothers neck, crushing her neck instantly. Her body fell in a heap on the floor as the vampire let out a monstrous laugh. Before he was able to speak, Seymour began wildly swinging his sword to cut him down. The vampire dodged the attacks with ease, taunting Seymour with each missed swing and stab. "Join with me...join your father and you can have whatever you want." Seymour's eyes poured with tears as he felt the anger rise within. "Your mother was nothing more than a human, we are much...much more." Seymour let out a bellowing roar, catching his father in the stomach with a solid knee. He followed up with an elbow to the back of his head, driving him into the dirt. As he swung his sword down for a finishing blow he felt his whole body freeze in place, unable to move. His father rose from the dirt, once again laughing in Seymour's face. "I am Caleb the Red...I am your father...You will act like my child or you will find yourself in the same state as that." Caleb gestured at the motionless Catherine, a smile stretching across his mouth. "Anyway...it is time for us to finish our business here..." Caleb swung his fist at Seymour, knocking him unconscious.

When Seymour awoke he found himself to be the only person left alive, even the cattle and sheep had been killed. For several hours Seymour mourned his mother before promising her to claim vengeance for her and those his father had slain. He spent the remainder of the day burying those that he could, leaving his mother till last. He buried her beneath a large oak tree but not before taking her pendant with him, it was all she owned that he could keep with him. Once he had finished his goodbyes he left the village and began the search for his father.

Up to the present day he has worked as a freelance monster hunter, his efficiency earning him a growing reputation in the region. He revelled in protecting the defenseless but it was all to better himself for the time he once again meets his father.

[color=ff4242][b]Other[/b][/color]
[color=ff4242]Theme[/color]
[hider=Theme][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UIAg-WhtjaA[/youtube][/hider]

[color=ff4242]Notable Actions[/color]
(IC related actions will go here as a record)

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