Gender Male
Race: vampire
Alliance: none as of yet
Weaponry: antique broadsword length 4 ft., width, 6 in, sharpened daily
Height: 6 ft. 4 in
DOB: 9/14/1872
Changed 9/15/1890
After moving out of home at age 16 due to a deep seeded hatred towards his family Ahab finds himself wandering through a forest, where he discovers a cave that he takes shelter in. time soon becomes meaningless to Ahab. He soon discovers that he prefers the night to the brightness of day; much in the same way he finds he prefers solitude to human company. One night while he was attacked by a creature with glowing red eyes that resembled a woman, but moved with super human speed, after she bit into his neck and drew most of his blood through the newly created wound, she left him for dead on the floor of a nearby cottage. Waking the next evening Ahab had the sudden realization that he should by rights be dead, after checking to make sure he was alive he made his way to the bathroom. Once there he checked the mirror only to discover that he no longer had a reflection. His mind began to race with possible explanations only to be interrupted by a stab of pain caused by a dagger thrown into the back of his neck. He quickly turned to see an elderly man staring in shock at the fact that Ahab was not dead. Ahab’s mind blanked out and his body started to move on its own and Ahab had no choice but to watch as he mercilessly killed and devoured the man. Realizing what he had become Ahab ran to his cave where he thought he could peacefully live out the rest of his un-life as the twisted freak he saw himself as. Many uneventful years later Ahab is awoken by the sound of nearby fighting. Being a lover of warfare he went quickly to the scene of the fight where two soldiers in chainmail armor were sparing with one another. As Ahab watched he felt a strong urge that he knew all too well and by the time he realized what he was doing both men lay dead by his feet with hardly a liter of blood between them. He made quick work of hiding the bodies and knew that he would need weaponry if they were found. He took the larger man’s broadsword and sprinted back to his cave. Ever since that day he has honed his skill with the blade and hunted the scum of the earth hoping to one day be regarded as a hero by the countless people he saves on a nightly basis.
any advice is greatly appriciated