Name: Alexander Demirti<br/><br/>Age: appearance 20<br/><br/>Race: Half Vampire<br/><br/>Eyes: Brown (at a closer look crimson)<br/><br/>Hair: Jet Black<br/><br/>Appearance:m<a class="postlink" href="http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/32953/blood-alucard-red-cartoon.jpg">http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/32953 ... artoon.jpg</a>m<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Alexander sat inside a cave a large cloak draped round his body hood covering his head, a dark shadow covering the majority of is face, a small fire crackling in front of him every few minutes an extra large spit of fire would flare or the wind would would blow and increase the flame in size, at those moments his brown eyes flashed crimson under his hood.<br/><br/>Alexander shifted his weight and looked outside into the woods and made a disapproving slick with his tongue, he hated storms they hindered his senses the loud rain and thunder made it harder to hear, the moister in the air made it harder to smell and the rain made it harder to see, yes he could see, smell, and hear better than a normal human but the most annoying thing about this weather nothing exciting ever happened.<br/><br/>Alexander played with a small bone left from an odd turkey looking bird he had shot earlier with his custom pistol, in design it was more like a double barrel shot gun, but it had the long thin chambers of a pistol, this allowed him to have two shots instead of the normal one, it had cost him a fair bit to be created, but he hopes it will pay for itself in time.  The only other weapon he carried was an elegant dueling sword he took from a Nobel after killing him in a â€œfairâ€ duel, he let out a laugh at the memory, that mortal could match his speed and strength the winner was obvious rather quickly to the spectators, but he had drawn it out making non-fatal cuts on the man, he had even made it seem like he was in trouble at points before gutting the man.<br/><br/>Alexander snapped back to reality glaring into the rain, he was thinking about making it to the human city trading the goods he had â€œacquiredâ€ on his travels he had no major goal at hand nor had he for a while, he was considering getting a room in a tavern and bedding a woman there, he had a power if you will with the weak minded it was almost like hypnosis, he wouldn't kill, nor feed from her but it made him chuckle the fact that if she ever found out then she would be condemned to hell in her religious eyes.<br/><br/>Alexander's only goal in life was to find something or someone that doesn't bore him to tears with in about five seconds, for example the bird on the spit made an amusing song, but became annoying after a few minutes for some reason the damn thing followed him, so he turned and shoot within the blink of an eye the thing was dead and the gun was sheathed.  Picking the thing up he looked up into the sky as a rain drop landed between his eye's he begun to scowl at the sky<span style="font-style: italic"> tsk today is very dull</span>, life had become dull when killing people became punishable by death, now he didn't fear one or two angry men but the guards seemed to swell in number since the new king took the throne the young bastard had balls he ruled with an iron fist, yet seemed fair to the people, this pissed Alexander off people should fear there master not love him, if they fear you they cant have a voice, if they love you and you make a mistake then they will raise against you.<br/><br/>Back in the cave Alexander grabbed a rock and launched it into a tree a good fifty feet out side causing it to smash into pieces and taking a large chunk of the tree out,<span style="font-style: italic"> I need some damn amusement</span>.