Name:Virgil Negrescu
Age/Gender: Male, Physically 27, Real Age= 83
Appearance (Picture = +10 points): Tall, his skin is a pearly white. He has flowing silver hair and gaunt features. His eyes are bright red, and those who stare into them are susceptible to his suggestions for a short time.
Wears a tattered black cloak acquired from a dead necromancer over leather armour, complete with a hood to hide his face during daylight.
Although his arms would be covered.
Race: Vampire
Background: Virgil was born and raised in a small town in Romania, the son of a Blacksmith and the local herbalist, he was taught both disciplines, whist he was more competent at the use of herbs.
As a child, he was to be afraid of the dark, as there were ancient evils out there that preyed on the ill-protected. Virgil was told to pray and look to God for answers to his troubles.
One desolate night, there came a creaking from the door, and padded footsteps from the dark. Virgil was awoken to the screams of his parents throats being torn out.
There was blood everywhere, and as he screamed for help, the stranger set on him.
At the instant the vampire bit on him, Virgil remembered of the silver knife under his pillow. He reached for it, found the handle plunged the dagger into the parasite's heart.
For the next few hours, Virgil lay in silence, as he slowly bled into straw in his mattress, his vision blurring until he drifted out of consciousness.
Then he woke up.
Virgil was alive. He looked around the room. His parents were still there, dead. It wasn't a dream.
He saw the vampire on the floor, dagger still in his chest; he realised what he had now become.
He hid himself for many days.
But eventually, rumours started to persist, that one of the baker's daughters had found a body near the Negrescu house. Once the villagers had gathered into a stereotypical angry mob, they marched over to the house.
They found the body of the former vampire, they assumed that he had been slain purposefully, and went to congratulate Virgil.
However by that time, the lust for blood had overtaken him, and he approached them from the shadows and slew every last one of them, before feeding on their still warm bodies.
Disgusted at himself, he sprinted off into the night.
He wandered Europe for many years, losing track of time, his memories, and his hope.
He became a sword for hire, sometimes as a guard, or a bounty hunter that was even hired to hunt the supernatural.
Virgil learned swords skills from various tutors, to further enhance his abilities.
Now seeks a cure for his affliction, or at least knowledge of it. Heard a rumour that it was in Prague.
Personality: Vergil is a generally a calm and stoic individual, he holds friendship and trust in high regard during these troubled times, especially because of his condition.
He has a bit of a gambling problem, recently he lost his entire sum of savings in a particularly risqué card game, although he was able to retrieve his gold after the winner in question was ousted as using magic.
Because of this and other past experiences during his years as a witch hunter, he is distrusting of other magical beings in general, seeing them as liabilities.
He sees the hypocrisy in this, but sees himself cursed, although with a few benefits that he can't help but use.
Weapons: Bastard Sword (Broad-Bladed), Two Push Daggers.
One other skill: Knowledge of herbs, to create remedies, treatments or even poisons.
Powers: Above-human strength and pain thresh hold; powers of seduction that can initiated by staring directly into his eyes or by skin-to-skin contact; above-average healing and can meld into shadows at night.
All of these abilities are more powerful at night, and are significantly boosted after having recently fed on blood.
And all are constantly weakened the longer he is deprived of blood.
