A slim 5 ft 5 inches but not scrawny. His dark brown skin with a complexion that makes him seem much older than 16. His long wavy black hair parts in the middle and hangs to just below his shoulders. Through his years of being alone on the streets he's become very agile and quick, with flexibility and energy that only a youth can possess. His black shoes and slacks are dusty. His sleevless black tshirt has a rip near his left ribs from an encounter with an angry merchant. The long black trenchcoat has tattered shreds that hang down around his calves. A small wicker Anch necklace and painted black nails are the only adornment he bothers with.
He isn't shy, but prefers silence and solitude than to be hurt by others from society again. Since witnessing his parents brutal murder, he has blocked all ability to know fear. His quest in life is to find and befriend the man who saved his life from the attackers that took his parents. Though raised in Spain, he taught himself english through watching and listening to travelers from his various hiding places in the shadows. Harbors deep guilt for his life of theivery and longs for the day he can live as an honorable man amongst society.
Mortal of 16 yrs old. Has no care of being mortal or vampire, his only desire is to find the mysterious man of the night. He's not sure that Priest Of Death or "Death" as he calls him IS the man he sought for so long, but has decided to become a companion of this Man of darkness. He is currently in Japan training with a trusted friend of Death's.
Being mortal he has no supernatural powers, but he has developed a very keen sense of "slight of hand". A sneaky pick-pocket and theif through the necessity of survival.
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