Name: Vincent "Void" Walker
Age: Eighteen
Birthday: March Fourteenth, supposedly the decided "Day of Vampires."
Height: Six foot for; he's a tall lad.
Weight: One hundred and fourty-four pounds.
Grade: Twelfth grade
What Level Vampire Are You?: Class B
What Type of Power?: Manipulation of "darkness itself."
Likes:
Blood; quite obviously.
Fencing; it's not a safe hobby, but who cares?
Battles; whether or not I'm involved, they're usually intriguing.
Playthings; you know, the creatures you call human.
Games; he's the master of 'em.
Dark places; it's where his powers work best.
Dislikes:
Sunshine; well, too much of it, anyway. It's a vamp thing.
Annoyances; and oh, how so many there are.
Idiots; they're everywhere.
Humans; very few have taken my interest.
Airheads; you never get through to them.
Rin; it's complicated.
Hobbies: Even though at times this vampire can be caught lazy around, he can get quite active if he wants to. Fencing is one of his little fanatics that he's freakishly mastered. Though, he's usually out and about, causing some sort of trouble; it just makes life more interesting. Vincent -most of the time- easily gets into fight, and with a smirk on his face, glad for the interesting turn. Even though he's swell at managing his wondrous powers, he uses the shadows to do stuff for him when he's just chilling. Little things, like getting him a snack, doing a small chore, and whatnot. When the time for a game comes, sometimes a battle, sometimes a simple game of chess, he's always up for it.
Crush: No one has yet to catch this vampire's interest. Though, it's not quite determined if that statement is true or not. Care to find out?
Personality: Vincent usually keeps a very intimidating aura when he's around those he doesn't like or know. In other words, humans. He loves to tease and push others around, just for the hell of it, just for some entertainment. He never goes without a (taunting) smile, and usually is the kind of happy that scares or creeps others out. He can be quite sadistic, almost seeming soulless to those he sees as playthings. He comes off as a sociopath, as if he doesn't care at all what he does to others and how much it could damage and affect them. Actually, he finds the results quite amusing.
Though, there's a side to him that he rarely shows, usually just around a number of the other vampires. He still keeps the immature air of his personality, but as more of a goofy little kid. He still plays around and gets on a few of the others' nerves, but not nearly as bad as he does to the humans. He can actually be a tad caring, if you're close enough to him, and protective of what he calls his. Though, it can sometimes be a challenge to be a really good friend to him, because he has walls put up to "keep himself safe." Experiences have made it hard to trust others, even though he hides it rather well.
Bio: Vincent grew up in a rather wealthy family, being the boy with everything he had ever wanted. Well, what most little boys would want. But for some reason or another, the toys and sweets didn't satisfy him, because eventually they would break or disappear. No, he much rathered something more permanent, more fun to play with. Something that'd give a reaction. And that chance came along when he had finally been told why they kept humans in the household. A pact was made many, many years ago, meaning to provide the contractees protection. In return, they gave the vampire family blood.
He was promise the new arrival, the baby that was forming inside of one of the womens' womb. For the longest time, as a three year old, he hung around that particular human couple, questioning when his "plaything" would come. "Just wait, dear," they'd say, with an expression of fear and hopelessness obvious on their faces. And he waited, and the day the woman had given birth, he excitedly burst into the room thereafter, searching for his new companion. But, alas, she was nowhere to be found. Poof; gone like that. Though, as he grew older he didn't seem to mind, saying the fun was all in the hunt.
As a child, he had the idea that the pact would bring him a friend, someone to spend each day with. But no, rather, he was supposed to protect her, and in turn, she'd be his main source of "food." The concept finally sunk in when he was about ten years old, when his older brother sat him down and explained it to him. Vincent wasn't quite sure what to think of it, how to twist his expectations around to that. Not that he was complaining, he'd heard his brothers often saying how tasty the blood was, it was just that he found it interesting. Interesting that this family of humans never stood up for themselves.
How pathetic.
As he grew, he was taught all the things a Walker boy would be taught. Sword fighting, hunting, strategy, and everything a vampire should know if he was to be successful. Surprisingly, he was a natural at each of these things that became hobbies, surpassing most of his descendants. Though, his powers took a while to introduce themselves, but when they did, he happily accepted. Manipulation of darkness, shadows, and the night. Summoning creatures of the darkness for them to do his bidding, attack, even mere things like chores. They were his puppets.
Though, even with the powerful ability, he eventually grew bored of life once more. Nothing was the right subject, the right plaything. Attacking wasn't as real unless you got a reaction, and you wouldn't get that out of wooden dummies. At times like those, he could only think of if he found that missing baby girl, and how amusing she'd be to play with. Assuming she was a girl, if he was told correctly. Girls usually gave more.. interesting reactions.
High school finally came 'round the corner, and he was immediately, without a question, enrolled in Cross Academy. There were other vampires there, which he thought would be great, knowing there'd be others similar to him.. hopefully. Though, what made his day when he was enrolled was the simple fact that humans were also attending the school. Playthings. And lastly, the best surprise of all was his little contractee was attending. Now, now, he wasn't a hundred percent sure, but he knew that scent of blood anywhere. It'd take more than a disguise to fool a vampire like "Void," the name he was given by the vampires there.
