<a class="postlink" href="http://i877.photobucket.com/albums/ab334/Litrori/Animanted%20guys/bild6.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Name:Malkom Slaine<br/>Age:20<br/>He has a Tattoo on his back.<br/>Race: Vemon<br/>About his race.Abominations created rather then born, With unnatural powers and Hungers. Demons poisoned with vampire blood who retain the traits of both species. Strongest of any sentient immortal being<br/>Resides In the western lands of Oblivion<br/>History about Malkom:He was the son of a demoness who sold her body. Until she could sell one of her offspring. He was raised as a vampire's slave,Giving his blood, Demon blood always made the vampires stronger. At the age of 14 he was cast out because the prince had grown tired of his blood. He was back on the streets eating out of trash cans.<br/><br/>One day though at the age of 18, He was captured and turned into a lowly Vemon. Ever since then he has had the thirst but has been fighting it. A demon prince had taken him in as a guard type deal. The vampire he had been raised by never bit him on his neck it was always his wrists so now he wears manacles to hide the bite marks. Even as he was turned Vemon nothing could take away the bite marks. He now makes it out on his own, Many have wanted him to be their blood source but he refuses. One of these days though he is sure someone out there will have the strength to break him down. He will not go down with out a fight. He may be loyal but that only happens if someone can truly break his stubbornness<br/><br/>______________________________________________<br/><br/>Now: The days or what some would call days have seemed to get longer in Oblivion, Malkom would sell his blood but would never let anyone sink their teeth in him. He got a pretty price for his blood seeing as how his type was rare. They had stopped making Vemons 3 centuries ago. He lived on the streets, Steeling food when he needed to. His fang throbbed with the thirst that ran through them. He would not feed on others though. That was his purpose but he would never do that. He could sense others watching him, Like they were afraid of him. They sure didn't show it when they were chasing him down for steeling something. As it had become so hot during the earlier times he had to find shelter. Most times he would check others homes and sneak in and sleep.<br/><br/>Today the pain of the thirst had gotten the best of him. He needed to release some anger to help with this pain. He decided to pick a fight with some of the royal guards. He walked right up to one and bared his fangs which was a capital offense. The guards circled him and each one attacked. He could sense when one would attack so he would dodge it and end up scratching them with his elongated nails. When he would cut to get blood he would bring his fingers up to his mouth and sucking it off. He had not been paying attention as one of the guards came up from behind and wrapped their arms around him. "Boy we don't have time for this today." He picked him up and threw Malkom down the street.<br/><br/>Malkom hissed as he shook his head a wicked smile on his face. They had helped a bit as he moved into the shade. It was never really sunny here it was more like a Red sky. Malkom sat down a moment removing the manacles from his arm he lowered his mouth to his wrist. Biting into it sucking his own blood. Oh how he hated the fact that he enjoyed the taste of blood. he had to pull his mouth away from his wrist to keep from hurting himself too much. Replacing the manacle he was breathing hard his head back and his eyes closed as the throbbing in his fangs had waned a bit. Oblivion was a plane for all immortals they could cross into the human plane but most stayed here in Oblivion where they were safe for the most part.<br/><br/>Most of the wars were over so not many deaths well not as many as there used to be. He had caused many deaths in his time but he had given that up a long time ago forever stuck to be 20 never aging he hated that. But one day he would get his revenge. As he was calming down to thieves from the black market had showed up, He was always their main target and since he was rather weak they had caught him at a good time. Once placed a cloth over his mouth and it didn't take long before he had passed out. Wearing ragged and torn clothes a black shirt and a pair of jeans that were cut off at the knee and they all had holes in them they had finally caught him knowing he would bring them good money.<br/><br/>now all they had to do was get him back to the human realm. Moving quickly as one opened a portal and the other pulled malkom through the portal it was not long before they were in the human realm and Malkom was fighting. "Get off me scum bags!" He yelled loud enough for anyone around to hear as they would soon slap a collar around his neck that would all them to control him unless he wanted to die he would not fight them. The smells of the human realm disgusted him growling as he was tossed in a cage and left there very few got to see the high priced items you have to have a green pass to see the high priced items but they would first let anyone see Malkom who was sitting in the cage fuming.<br/><br/>Eyes narrowed as they would just laugh at him. "Not so tough now are big boy?" Malkom growled and bit out at them his fangs showing. A tag on his cage marked him as 'Rare find' Vemon. With a price tag on the cage, 400,000.00 his red hair falling into his face as he just wanted to hide this was all too new to him and scarey, every time he tried to get the collar off it shocked him. His price out right was that much and anyone willing to pay it would get him right away with out him going to auction. Sitting there watching everyone that passed by eyes just glaring at them