<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">Name:Remnant Wyatt Winchester<br/>--:+: Real name but forgotten is "Brian Cadeyrn Brennus"<br/>Age: Determining still {Knows he is past 500} <br/>Type: Ancient Vampire<br/>Appearance: Rem is about six foot two without his boots on, his skin is pretty pale even for a Vampire. His eyes are pure red, no pupil unless he is thoroughly angry with you. His hair is somewhat long, goes past his chin and is black with red tips. His fangs never show unless he makes them show. He wears all black save for his sanguine tank top under his long leather coat. Three belts go around his waist over the coat keeping it closed, his pants are baggy and his boots look heavy even though they are not. He has gloves on his hands made of leather to hide his scarred up hands, he can form talons from his fingers as well. Looks around twenty or so.<br/>Theme Song: <a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZX0njheto8">Save Yourself</a></span><br/><br/><br/>You would think the world was torn asunder by the chaos created by the Natural and Supernaturl, it was not however. Only just had it begun to get into chaos. The Vampires, walkers of day or night and well at times both, created a chaos after learning of the way Humans were hunting their new prey; the animals. Though not many tried to hunt humans but it was hard not to, the fury was easy to give into. Without much of their animal prey they had to resort to attacking Humans again, risking "life" of their own. One Vampire, however, never hunted to kill. He just took what he needed and when finished he would leave.<br/><br/>Remnant, a mystery to the world's past - a small peice remaining for a darker era, was an Ancient Vampire from Celtic origin. Found in a crypt, killed all those who defiled his home, he remained a dark secret. His house was the tomb but he lived in an orphanage's attic most days. Did he live on his own? Yes, he lived in a small two story house near the grave yard; it has a tunnel leading to his crypt. It was under a tall circular domed building, deep underground in the middle of a giant maze. Though today he was sitting on the bench facing the sun. His eyes hidden by his hair as he fiddled with a peice of cloth.<br/><br/>Remnant was a Demon in Human eyes, but hsi race was Nosferatu. He was proud to be this way, and lucky for him this area had no gunpowder, only the ancient swords. A weapon he knew how to use better than any Mortal, he had been a doctor before hand. By that he was able to do much more than a meer person would think off. Standing the male began to walk, walk towards the gate. It was time to go hunt. Anything would work to sate his hunger.