[hider=Vamp] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/44/86/29/448629fe5bc61587b85ae985791d3eab.jpg[/img] [u][b]Name[/b][/u] Kristopher Flynn Collins [u][b]Nicknames[/b][/u] KFC / Kris [u][b]Alias[/b][/u] N/A [u][b]Age[/b][/u] 20 [u][b]Birthday[/b][/u] April 1st [u][b]Gender[/b][/u] Male [u][b]Species[/b][/u] Vampire / Kindred of the Arcane [u][b]Ethnicity[/b][/u] American / Children of Asclepius [u][b]Nationality[/b][/u] American - [u][b]Personality[/b][/u] Pride in his own abilities, lack of trust in the abilities of others. Sheer suspicion for those around him, Kris is not one typically for social visits. Brutally honest in terms of health and death, and what he is capable of, Kris is as said before, not one for social situations in the typical sense. However under the facade he puts up, a young man resides, terrified of the world around him and grasping at whatever he could perceive as reality and fact. [u][b]Height[/b][/u] 5ft9 [u][b]Weight[/b][/u] 170lbs [u][b]Notable Features[/b][/u] Nothing specific at first glance, as he simply looks like a [i]very[/i] tired medical school student. However, his lack of a heartbeat at times, his cold skin and the fangs in his mouth are all telltale signs. However, if one can peer through the curtain of hair, the bags under his eyes are rather concerning as well. [u][b]Hair[/b][/u] Brown [u][b]Eyes[/b][/u] Red [u][b]Voice[/b][/u] Monotone at the best of times, and eternally tired. However hard he tries though, emotion slips through, betraying the mask he puts up for others. [u][b]Appearance[/b][/u] Around average height and build for a young man his age, becoming a vampire has changed very little about that. He lets his long brown hair grow and fall where it pleases, often resulting in a curtain of hair covering his eyes. His eyes are a piercing crimson, calculating and downright unsettling. He often prefers simple clothing, the most intricate object in his wardrobe a handcrafted plague doctor mask modeled after the visage of an owl. [u][b]Languages[/b][/u] English [u][b]Biography[/b][/u] Born under pressure, Kris was always under constant scrutiny his entire young life. The very best always expected of him, the young man spent most of his life pleasing his parents, including by going to medical school. However, there at the school his life would soon change. His best friend, somebody he trusted above all else had wanted to speak to him. Kris had known this girl his entire life, and never once caught onto the signs of her affection, far too busy to bother himself with something like that. However when she stopped him on the way home and wordlessly pulled his lips into hers, his heart skipped a beat, and a confused joy he had never felt before filled him head to toe. This however, much like his time at the medical school, would not last long. The girl would survive yes, but Kris would sacrifice much for it. Over the last two years the boy had been watched, stalked by a creature of the night hellbent on examining the boy's capabilities. On the night the bullet struck the young man's newly caught lover, the creature struck, emerging from the shadows in a plague doctor's mask clutching an offer in it's aged fingers. Kris accepted, that much was certain [i]"Trade your life, for hers. Servitude, knowlege and the ability to help others, for the life of this young woman."[/i] There was no real choice, there never really was, no matter how much he would be told afterwards that there was. Kris was left dead on the pavement instead, his young love waking in terror just to find his body. With those who knew him thinking him dead, and his body brought back from the brink into the shadows, Kris became a vampire barely a year ago. In this year, his studious habit has been extremely useful, acclimating to the vampiric lifestyle and abilities rather quickly, at least outwardly. However time is ticking, and his superiors think him ready for something, though what exactly he is supposedly ready for, has yet to reach his ears. - [u][b]Powers[/b][/u] [i][u]Vampiric Senses:[/u][/i] Slammed into overdrive, taste, smell, touch, sight and hearing all enhanced to the point that when using blood to even further enhance these senses, he has proven capable of monitoring a body much in the same way one would use an x-ray or other medical equipment to peer into the body without cutting it open. [i][u]Arcanist's Magic:[/u][/i] Well known for it's almost singular use among his clan, an Arcanist's magic relies on the caster's knowledge of the magical and non-magical world around him. With the right materials and the right incantations and motions, an Arcanist is capable of nearly anything, though more often than not this results in magic that heavily deals with the body and biology. Raising or lowering a body's temperature, mending wounds by magically accelerating cells in the body, or even performing the opposite, and causing a body's cells to attack eachother and themselves, an Arcanist is, in laymen's terms, a bio-weapon. However, manipulating the body is not the extent of an Arcanist's abilities, and skilled Arcanists, often known as Scholars or Summoners, are capable of drawing on the latent magic of the natural world in order to create, summon and make pacts with supernatural creatures including minor fey and magical constructs known as Carbuncles. These pacts are constricting deals between the summoner and the summoned, preventing either from breaking the pact save for in a professional if rather ritualistic manner. Arcanists often carry tomes of the knowledge they have obtained, aiding in the casting of their spells and abilities. [u][b]Fighting Style[/b][/u] Preferring to strike and aid from afar, he uses bolts of created necrotic energy to maim and injure his enemies. Making it difficult to breathe, move or even see, as well as inflicting searing pain. However, he often refuses to strike a killing blow, leaving that instead for his allies. He hides behind his summons when alone, relying heavily on their distraction for his own escape or survival. [u][b]Combat Abilities[/b][/u] Summoning of wind-type [i]"Emerald"[/i] Carbuncle Pact with minor Fey - Skilled in healing magic Crippling single targets at a time in combat [u][b]Daily Skills[/b][/u] Minor Computer Programming skills - [u][b]Equipment[/b][/u] [i]Arcanist Tome[/i] - A large tome, brand new as it is with every new member of the Children of Asclepius. Backed with a suspiciously unspecified leather, dyed a startling white and coated on it's cover with runes. Said runes will cause extreme muscle atrophy for anybody not biologically attuned to the runes who attempts to touch it. [u][b]Weapons[/b][/u] [i]Arcanist Tome[/i] - A tool for recorded learning, and a weapon in and of itself. This tome is magically reinforced, making it difficult to damage or destroy by normal means. This however, also means that Kris has used it in a more physical way when magic will simply not cut it. Few people expect to take a magically reinforced book to the teeth. Fewer still expect it to hurt so much. - [u][b]Likes[/b][/u] Animals / Silence / Naps [u][b]Dislikes[/b][/u] Couples / Public Displays of Affection / Non-Medical physical contact [u][b]Fears[/b][/u] Emotional Attachment [u][b]Aspirations[/b][/u] Success to the point that he can finally sit around and do absolutely nothing, and worry about absolutely nothing. [u][b]Quotes[/b][/u] [i]"If you would be kind enough to sit still, the needle won't be that damn bad."[/i] [i]"Yes, the carbuncle is cute. No you can't touch him, get your own.... oh wait.. heh"[/i] [i]"Yes, if you want me to fix the bones I have to reach the wound physically.... no I don't have painkillers."[/i] [i][b]"You will not be allowed to die, make no mistake. Your crimes have made sure of that. You will beg for release as all the others have, and your cries will fall on deaf ears."[/b][/i] [u][b]Theme Songs[/b][/u] [/hider]