Name: Ethanial Darkwood
Race: half-vampire
Age: 6,412 yrs
Element: Shadow
Powers: Can quell any light by a simple wave a hand. If in a shadowed area he can melt back into the darkness. He is fast though he is still considered young. He can create balls of dark energy to hurl at his attacker. Considering his breed he has minimal hypnotic powers, which have yet to be developed. Has also dabbled a bit in necromancy.
Weaknesses: Light and holy magic, along with wood being stabbed into his heart if we are to be so vulgar as to mention it.
Weapon(s): Titanium-based, silver-plated sword which is sheathed on his back; 45 Long Colt Revolver; one short dagger received from his trainer Diamont, five small throwing knifes hidden beneath his robes. What can I say? He has quite a few enemies.
Appearance: He has dark ash blue hair with well-placed dark red streaks and eyes the color of a new full moon. He is around 6' with a lean stature with a slightly pallor complexion, though not to the point were he looks unhealthy with scars on his back now faint from age. He wears tough black leather boots with black form fitting black trousers along with a loose fitting red dress shirt underneath his infamous black trench coat. He also wears a sliver cross on a thin silver chain.
Personality: At most times can be charming to a fault and appreciates all forms of beauty. He likes surrounding himself with lively people but prefers his own solitude. He doesn't see things in black and white but a mixture of gray. If killing needs to be done he will do it. For all his charm he is more of a realist.
Past: He only reveals his immediate past and never dwells on his first centuries of living. He was considered a monster when he couldn't control his vampiric hunger but after centuries of training he now finds himself of the side of supposed good. His past is his own and those who try to pry better beware. Though he has resigned himself from only taking the blood of animals one can never really forget the taste of human blood
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