Age: 32 yrs (when turned, hasn't aged much since then.)
Appearance: A well-off businessman, Mr. Anderson is always simply yet spectacularly well dressed, as well as very neat and well-groomed (in fact, obsessively so). Although he seems to be rarely, if ever, seen outside his penthouse, he is a well-known fixture in the local community, and it is said that he is never seen wearing anything other than an immaculately well tailored and well kept black suit of Italian silk, clearly custom made because it so perfectly accents his tall, lean-muscled frame. His face is long and sharp-featured (picture the face of a drow, only lightly tanned instead of onyx black). His full bodied, straight black hair falls below his shoulders. The only readily visible sign of vampirism (to those who know the signs) is a perpetually hollow, tired look in his eyes. A philosopher or poet might look in this mans eyes and say that here is a man who has known the sadness of ages. No one actually knows this, but he makes it a specific point to look (for only seconds at a time) directly at the sun exactly twice every day, once at dawn and once at dusk when the sunlight is at its dimmest. He does this to counteract his pale vampire complexion.
Bio: ...
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Extrapolating ...
While legal documentation on this man is disturbingly lacking, it is accepted as fact that he is of German (or, at least, generally Germanic) origin. Again, no official records exist, but it is believed he arrived to Harlem via steamboat in the late 1850's, bringing with him a considerable amount of wealth of, of course, unknown origin. In fact, the mysterious nature of the source of Mr. Anderson's wealth is perhaps the most disturbing factor of his apparently void history because, while he will when questioned, openly discuss (and perhaps lie about) other facets of his life, queries about his fortune seem to anger him. It is well-known that he is now the director of a very lucrative trade company, however, this is not a rags to riches tale, as he most certainly was already quite rich indeed before he ever founded the business. According to ledgers, he trades in fabric, tea, and spices, and his primary customer is based in China. He lives in a penthouse eight floors above Harlem, in which he throws monthly parties. He is active in the community, giving to multiple worthy charities and even funding and directing one of his own.
Weapons: Mr. Anderson is a proficiently trained swordsman, and keeps a gradually expanding collection of katanas, flamberges, and highly ornate European blades. He keeps a Walther and a venomous dagger hidden on his person at all times.
Personality: A blatant self-contradiction, Mr. Anderson is a very friendly man who enjoys company, but hardly ever leaves his home. Always seen with a smile on his face, and apparently very outgoing and sociable at all his parties. Few have ever seen him angry, but those who have describe his rage as, "seething," "calm but very intense" and "horrifying." Also notable about his personality is a very mysterious demeanor, a way of speaking vaguely and moving slowly and with great care. Privately, however, Mr. Anderson usually behaves and speaks in a highly serious, grave fashion.
