<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/bou-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Jean Dracul<br/>Appearance Age: Appears 18/19<br/>Age: unknown<br/>Extra Info: Is mute and talks with his mind and projects it. Not into the head but as if he is speaking. Moving his lips in sync with his minds projection of the words. every so often the words happen and he doesn't mouth them right as they happen. the ability is projectal and does not invade the other persons mind or thoughts.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Jean was minding his own business as he walked from his elaborate mansion on a hill that overlooked the city. He watched for danger as there was always the risk of slayers when you were a vampire. Not that he was a bad one. He drank animal blood on most occasions unless there was a human willing to give him their blood. He never took without permission. He walked from his home and down the hill. Focusing on what was going on around him. As he walked he had to pass an old power plant that had been abandoned for many years. The power plant had places it sparked and it was well known it was unstable. He made as wide a birth around it as he could.<br/><br/>A spark flew past him as the wind picked up a cable and whipped it around in the air. The sparking cable landing on a pile of old gasoline which soon ignited. The resulting explosion ripped through the air and sent the vampire spiraling through the air to land with a thud on the ground. He groaned silently as he laid on the side of the path and road to the city. His head throbbing as he began to black out. He soon was out like a light to the world. His clothes a bit singed as the fire near the power plant raged but was still away from where the vampire was. The fire went down the hill into the lake. The water itself was on fire from oil spills over the years. His mind beginning to erase itself. Only a name would remain by the time he woke again.