Name: Victor Croniaz
Age: Died at age 23, but his entire lifespan is about 914 years old.
has an average height, and is half the time shorter or taller than the other person at 5'11". He is obviously Caucasian with an almond shaped face. His forehead looks large, but mostly because of his haircut, which is basically a dirty blond spike up and v-shape pointing down the middles. His hair isn't too thick, unless you count the back of his head, which resembles a mullet because of it's length. But it's length only reaches down just below his neck. His has malicious, amber colored eyes that's always glued to his target, and his eye sockets are dark, looking as if they're bruised, or so they appear. Around his mouth is thin facial hair, like, stubble in the form of a goatee or something along those lines. The only scars that is visible on his body are two circular dots on his neck that resemble pin pricks. Those mortals that do not know him often muse to themselves, saying it looks like he got bit by a vampire. Now for his clothes, and let's start with the first layer. He wears a plain black shirt with no particular design on it. He wears tough black denim jeans with a few tears around where the knees and ankles are, and black steel toed combat boots, completely laced tightly. He also has a thin brown leather jacket with no significant traits other than looking rather worn and frayed. Now on top of that is a thicker, black wool looking jacket with a high collar. He wears all this as to avoid the accursed Sun, but has no hood to protect his face. He is a handsome looking fellow to anyone that doesn't know him, but that doesn't seem to be the first thing people notice about him because of that constant smirk on his face. Just by looking at it, you can tell he's a crazed and dangerous man.
As for his vampiric appearance, I'll start off saying that he doesn't sparkle. First off, his brows change form and bend downward in a shape as if he's really angry. His eyes also change color, and what was once amber, was a extremely pale orange with red thinly lining around the circle as well as his pupils. His ears are drawn back and stretched and pointed as well as elongated, blackened fingernails. Also, unlike most vampires, his buck teeth are the ones that thinly extend downward instead of his canines. This form looks monstrous, almost demonic even. Another way of describing this form is by screaming and wetting your pants.
Weapons/Powers: His only weaponry is two semi-automatic desert eagles with black aluminum plating. The bullets he uses has a silver core meant for eliminating werewolves, since the bullet disfigures itself on impact, but other than that, it is dominantly lead. As for powers, his non-vampiric form has the strength of Arnold Schwarzenegger in his youth multiplied by 1.5 and is fast as an Olympic track runner, and among other things such as reflexes. When he changes into his monstrous appearance, multiply all that by two. His scent, smell, and eyesight is enhanced. However, he needs blood to survive, or at least be kept sane. He can stay sane for about three days, and in a week, he goes into a crazed blood lust and looses all sensibility...
Personality: He cares not for the rest of his kind, nor for the leaders of vampiric clans, and is willing to kill any of them if they get in his way, which has earned him the title of rogue, and earned a reputation solely among his kind. His skill and aim with a gun is unmatched and his strength rivals even clan leaders. He believes in the phrase, 'every man for themselves'. He is arrogant and very detestable, frequently using sarcasm and smart-as
s remarks. He is also incredibly flirtatious with humans, and even witches, werewolves, and vampires too, though of course, he's probably just teasing them and trying to pi
ss them off. He is adamant in his goals and when he has his sights set on something, there's almost no stopping him unless there's something that he deems more important that comes up. As for religion... well, he seems to believe. Especially since holy relics burn like sh
it, there's obviously some kind of higher power. Obviously nothing that cares too much seeing as how nothing is stopping him from feasting human for the past few centuries.
Quick bio: I'll try to make this quick. He is one of the oldest vampires around that people actually know of. He was born in the years of Turkey. Any records from back then were unable to be kept, and honestly, not even Victor remembers anything from his early life. However, he knows how he turned and which vampire that did, and it is only a rumor to some. Being a descendant from a vampire doesn't mean they gave birth to you - more along the lines of who gave you your second life. The one that turned you, and some say he was a direct descendant of none other than Nosferatu. Victor refuses to confirm this, however, he doesn't exactly deny it either. He finds it amusing to see the rumor pass around, and really, he felt he didn't have to confirm it. For those who has seen his fangs and lived to tell the tale should know well enough. He moved to Europe, hiding among the Englishmen and women, fitting in. Pretending. He grew up for the rest of his immortal un-life in the atmosphere of Chicago, thus adapting his accent and blending in perfectly with the rest of the American crowd. He moved to a new town since suspicion was on the raise, about him being a murderer. Which is true, seeing as how he feasted on humans and where he gained his reputation of being a rogue for most of his time there. He often left ashes in alleyways and in the streets even, if any of them got in his way. The amount he has killed his approximately exceeding the number of fifty. The town he moved to seem to have a large amount of paranormal activity including a hidden war between the lycans and his own kind. It was bound to be fun, so why not...? That was until he was sucked into a portal by that old geezer Bluefaggot the Great. There was one thing he remembered about about his human life however, something that only comes to him in his dreams. Dreams of violence and blood... screaming... Victor was a murderer. Shedding the blood of his own mother and father. The ruling family of an ancient civilization.
Other: Back in his world, his aim with firearms is unmatched. Even in the arena, his guns could prove troublesome to the other competitors. And by troublesome, I mean lethal.