Name: Asair Ballista Ramone<br/>Race: Unknown<br/>Age: looks about 23 but is really 197 years old<br/>Appearance: There will be a picture below of him.<br/>Bio: Born on September 19th in France, he was immediately a object of jealousy. He was a gorgeous boy since birth and only progressed to be a even more beautiful when he grew up. The only hitch, he had a thing for the blood and souls of the weak. He was raised by his mother and never knew his father, and at the age of 17 he ran away boarding a boat to America. His life was not hard, he would often prey on the powerless, and kill his victims in the process. He would live in their house and off their money until someone noticed the person was missing. In about a year he consumed more than 150 victims with his powerful seduction.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Hiding in the shadows, he watched everything pass by. His clothes clung to him from the rain. He looks to the streets from the rooftop he stood upon. He sees others shiver from the cold. He looks at how fragile they are, how easy they are to manipulate. He smiles. He's glad that he is not like them...<br/>An hour passes. He scans the streets again. Nearly everyone was gone. Either seeking shelter from the rain in shops, or making their way home in a cab. Then he spots something by the bus stop on the corner. A white umbrella, a woman stood underneath it. He jumped down the building to get a closer look. He fell 5 stories, but the fall did not faze him. She didnâ€™t see him...nobody did. He looked at her again. Alone still.<br/>He walked toward her. Asair had to seize this moment while he had it. She glanced at him as he approached, she clutched her umbrella. He stopped beside her, waiting at the bus stop. Her eyes slightly rolled to his direction. He felt her stare. He looks at her. She blushes and looks away.<br/>â€˜Now or neverâ€™ he thought with a smirk.<br/>He closed his eyes for a minute, composing himself to a state of relaxation. He didnâ€™t want to give himself away just yet. He opened my eyes, she stood a bit closer to him now. He felt his hunger pulsate throughout his body.<br/>The bus started to come closer he could feel it...<br/>His hands clutched, he had to do it. he could not wait any longer. With a swift movement he grabbed her, his nails digging into her skin. She dropped the umbrella as she began to struggle. She tried to scream but he muffled her with his hand. She tried to bite his hand as she thrashed about in his grasp. He smiled as he bent down to her ear.<br/>â€œIâ€™m sorry it had to be like this...â€<br/>He felt tears come down her face, as she tried to scream more.<br/>â€œThis will only hurt for a second...â€ he whispered into her ear one last time.<br/>He lowered his head to her throat. With a swift movement he dug his teeth into her neck. He drank. He felt so disgusting, but he needed this. His hand shoved in her chest breaking through the skin like it was nothing. Blood spitted out of her wounds.<br/>'Just die...' he thought. He hated his victims in pain.<br/>She fell to the ground lifeless. His hand was clenched and blood dripped from it. He opened his hand by his face. A glowing orb sat there in his palm. The soul. He looked at it. This was his life line. He took it to his mouth, and he swallowed it. His skin crawling as he did.<br/>He wiped the blood off his stained mouth. The rain washing everything else off. He felt nothing. He was a monster, and he knew his course.