Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Decorated%20images/852f6729-16a6-438a-bda0-9c69df674110_zpsb09a681d.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Cyro Jenson<br/>Age: 17 (by human standards)<br/>Race: Daywalker<br/>Personality:<br/>*switch (can be dominate or submissive)<br/>*sweet<br/>*Loner (due to fear of hurting others)<br/>*withdraw (from fear of himself)<br/>*dangerous (to those who hurt humans)<br/>*compassionate<br/>*strong<br/>*caring<br/>*protective<br/>*gentle (unless fighting vampires)<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Cyro hated what he was. He was afraid of what he was. Afraid he would lose control and become a monster like the rest of them. He was like a human vampire. He bled. He could eat and he could drink. Wasn't always as awesomely flavored as he liked but it was what it was. The middle aged man's family inventted and gave him supplies of blood capsules which he took to control the hunger. That blood lust that came from what he was. Blood shots were used if it got really bad. If something triggered the rage that came with the blood lust. He hated it. His mother had been nearing her delivery date when she was pregnant with him. He had still been in the womb. A vampire had attacked his mother and infected her with the virus. Or he called it a virus. Due to him being inside her womb it affected him. It warped his human genetics into a human vampire. They called him the Daywalker. They called him this for he was not bound to night. He had all of their strengths but none of their weaknesses...save for the blood lust. Which he could curb and control with the blood capsules and if needed blood shots. These made for him by the man who raised him. He refused to drink blood...human or otherwise. He would not become a monster. He was not like THEM. He was walking towards the warehouse he hid in. He walked as even though he didn't need very much sleep he still need a small amount.