Name: Caludar. Doesn't like it being shortened to Cal but everyone does it anyway.<br/><br/>Age: Older than you could possibly imagine, pathetic mortal!<br/><br/>Gender: Male.<br/><br/>Species: Vampire.<br/><br/>Description: Cursed (or blessed?) with vampirism at the age of nineteen, forever bound in his young body, never aging, never dying. Is never found without his trademark black and red hooded cloak, enchanted to protect him from the sun's harmful rays. Generally dresses in Elizabethan Period clothing in shades of black and red. Two metres (6-7 feet) in height, very slender and delicate looking (Although this is hardly a good indication of his physical strength and ability). Extended canines for tearing into arteries to get at that sweet, sweet blood! Sharp, disconcerting, blue eyes with a slit instead of a round pupil. They change to red when he's angry. Long black hair always tied back in a ponytail. Sharp, angular facial features.<br/><br/>Year of study: Second.<br/><br/>Student records: Studying for personal gain only. Very uncooperative when it comes to sharing books and notes. Very secretive.<br/><br/>Magical aptitudes (if any): Very, very, very proficient in necromancy, shadow magic and the summoning of demons. Also able to entrance people by just making eye contact. Plus all the assorted vampire skills and abilities.