The guy in blue and with long hair is Alkar Sintrose.
History: I am Alkar son of Princess Illyona Sintrose. My mother lived only long enough after my birth to see her son and tell me who my father was. Even for one such as myself and our breed it is amazing I remember my mother's last words. I remember the tears in her eyes, and the sence of pain in her soul that she could not stay with and raise her son. The one who raped her could not have imagined the war he would start.
Perhaps if she had lived things would have, could have, been different. But her death incurred a retaliation from the king that was like nothing the other races had ever seen. It was the beginning of a war that would push both of our races to the brink of extinction. The survivors of which would be my father, myself, and only a handful of each side. Perhaps this would be a good time to explain just who and what I am. I should then begin with the night of my conception.
It was a beautiful evening of the half moon. Illyona (my mother) and her maid were walking through the forest on a night's hunt. There was nothing for them to fear in the forest, save one creature. They had no reason to expect an attack from it, for until that fateful night there had been an alliance. The creature was my father, a Nosferatu named Drake Dracu. A Nosferatu is a pure blood vampire (a vampire that was born). My father watched his un-suspecting prey from a tree, and when the time was right he swooped from his perch to the attack. He killed my mother's maid as he landed, and removing his hand from the top of her skull he pulled with it her heart. Grinning at my mother's astonished and horrified face he bit into the still beating heart and began to feed on the blood pumping from it. Illyona, shocked and stricken with sadness over her maid did not even think to speak of who she was, had she done so I might never had been born, it would be a small price to advert a war…. When my father was done feeding he turned to my mother, he had other plans for her. Tossing aside the now motionless heart he leaped on my mother and ravedged her. When he was done he left expecting his semen to finish her off. For no normal human could have survived the Nosferatu's pregnation. But my mother was not human. She was a pure blood Dogot, Werewolf as you would call them... But undead semen is even to much for a pure blood of our kind. She managed to drag herself back to the palace, due to the natural reproduction of our species it was only days from conception to birth. In the care of the palace doctors she somehow managed to live to my birth, the birth of a new creature… a dogot-nosferatu. There were stories of vampire-human crosses, but vampires are only humans that were turned, I was something that never existed before.
