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Subject: Accio Valent
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sn3kers 4/1/2007 - 2:39:05
Name: Accio Valent Race: Vampire Age: Approx. 400 years Hair Color and Length: Dirty Brown. Cut gy to his head like that of an overused mop. Height: 5' 10' Weight: 180 Appearance: A smile seductive enough to lure the Ancients out of their lairs to drink from his wrists. His gaunt appearance doesn't give off a homely vibe so he usually stalks out the techno/goth clubs downtown. His body built like that of a swimmer hardly covered up by the billowing clothing he calls a wardrobe. His fingernails are sharpened to a point incase his fangs and super-human strength aren't enough to dissuade a person from a fight. His deep brown eyes signaling a hypnosis to make psychologists wonder. His face looking frighteningly handsome and the lines of his jawline leading to those starkly full eyes. Vibrant brown-red lips ending his blank face in a shock. His plain canvas finishing with the s*x filled mischief that is his personality. Personality: He know's he has a beautiful body and face and uses it to his needs quite well. Seeing as his s*x drive is active for a peron who is now dead, when his lovers find his body cool and frigid as would be a glas* of ice their eyes become scared and his fangs slip them into a small thoughtless coma. His intentions are usually to eat unless he likes the person , then he tries his best to keep from draining them to their last breath. He would have sired the entirity of his family if he thought they would have appreiciated it. His thoughts relying on his 'ex-heart' to found his actions on. He is usually a kind person. History: His sire was one of the 'Forbidden to Speak Of' from back in the day when Vampires were actually feared. His lineage lost in the annals of time and his family long vanished from the harsh aging of skin and bones that only Time could cause. By now the bones of his father had turned to insignificant dust and all the time he spent being a 'fit for no woman', loathsome, trash-loving, hatred filled, and fear inspiring man. This meaning nothing now that the man had lived well past the ripe old age (for a human) of 90 and his face not changing a day from the moment he was turned. Easily found at night stalking the dance floor of a very well known club or bar. Drinks occasionally and occasionally drinks of a different sort. Slums once in a while to remind himself that should he forget where he came from there is no way he can go back to the timid person he once was. *
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