Name: Alva  Black<br/><br/>Age: 20<br/><br/>Race: Wizard (or Witch/Mage most normal people think it is the same thing)<br/><br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://www.hdtabletwallpapers.com/var/albums/Cool%20Anime%20guys%20tablet%20wallpapers%201024x1024/Cool%20Anime%20guys%20tablet%20wallpapers%201024x1024%20(24).jpg?m=1349161738">http://www.hdtabletwallpapers.com/var/albums/Cool%20Anime%20guys%20tablet%20wallpapers%201024x1024/Cool%20Anime%20guys%20tablet%20wallpapers%201024x1024%20(24).jpg?m=1349161738</a><br/><br/>Occupation: works with vampire hunters though when heâ€™s not doing that he works as a handy drifter<br/><br/>Personality: persistent, strong, caring, protective (of those he cares for), moody (when he hasnâ€™t had his coffee especially), workaholic, and patient<br/><br/>Likes: Walking, knives, fire, pizza, doing his magical duties, his sister (Annabelle Black)<br/><br/>Dislikes: vampires, demons, anything magically evil, incompetent people, annoying people, pop, black liquorish, dark magic (temptation into using the dark magic)<br/><br/>Extra Information: He grew up learning the craft with his mother and sister. His sister is probably the only person who kept him away from the temptation of the dark magic that was apparent in his blood when his mother went mad three years after his father had destroyed himself working the craft when Alva had been just ten years old. His sister was a good five years older and was the mother he should have had. His real mother, their mother, loved to practice more than she did taking care of her own children. He felt no bitterness and instead turned his negative emotions into something good. It took a while for the anger and bitterness to disappear but since he was fifteen heâ€™d been able to knock them down.<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>He was running as fast as he could, he was running low on spells. Most of them were spent an hour ago. There were too many of them. The three hunters whoâ€™d called him to come along had said it would be one or two, it was more like ten to fifteen of them. The sewers were horrible but that was where this nest had decided to hide and despite his best efforts he couldnâ€™t convince the three guys to wait and they charged right in getting their fool selves killed right away. He hated amateurs, hated how they acted and it was looking like it might get him killed right along with them.<br/><br/>Climbing the ladder leading up to the city streets as quickly as he could he felt a tug at his leg and without looking back he held out his hand and shouted a spell in Latin casting a spell close to sunlight as he could get to escape. That was the last spell like that he could afford to cast if he were to keep his energy to escape. Lifting the lid with difficulty he grumble when he realized it was night and he still had a long way to go before help would arrive and there was little to not time to call them with these vamps hard on his ass.<br/><br/>He made it to an alleyway without  either getting hit by a car or attacked by a vamp. Slowing his pace he kept his senses open but did not see the one to his right before it was on him. The vampire was hissing and spitting trying desperately to sink its teeth into his neck. He shouted another spell but it was a dud, nothing happened, he was getting to tired and he was cursing out loud he tried desperately to hold this wild vampire off. He should have known not to trust those guys. Managing a cheep shot to the vampireâ€™s head he rolled away from it only to be met by a few more who were ready to pounce but they stopped to fight each other a bit.<br/><br/>There were scratch marks across his chest and on his arms and legs from where was grabbed. His breathing was heavy and he was reaching his limit. A few more vampires joined in with the three and he felt like his world was imploding in on him and he cursed.