Note: Pred only<br/><br/>Name: Sir Kent Wellington (by most of the other students disrespectfully called 'old Kent'; off the records, of course)<br/>Age: Old, but not yet ancient, he likes to say<br/>Ethnicity: Vampire (pure blood and proud of it), night student<br/>Gender: Male<br/><br/>Appearance: His partically grey hair is cut short and while most of it shows a tendency to black, his temples are very light, close to white. Equipped with the figure of an average man of the early forties, his vampiric strengh and swiftness are well hidden. He is dressed with a long white cloak with a cup-shaped collar, his family initials and coat of arms embroided on the inside with dark green yarn. To this he wears short white jackboots, same coloured slacks, vest and a long-sleeved shirt, all tagged with the family initials and coat of arms. A monocle completes his appearance as an old-fashioned man.<br/><br/>Personality: Embittered by life, Sir Kent Wellington isn't fond of company. He is no charming boy and inclines to correct others often, and is therefore avoided by the other students most of the time. The only exception is, when someone is in need of an advice. In that case the old man is more than willing to share his wisdom of passed centuries - he likes to see himself as some kind of tutor and guide for the others. However, he isn't free of the lust for blood and will hunt even if only to his amusement. And if the prey should not be willing to share the red vitality, he is more than able to show which power is still embedded in this old bones. It is rumoured that he doesn't make odds between humans and vampires in this case.<br/><br/>Brief background: Member of an ancient noble family, one of his ancestors got kissed by the bloody curse after he slaughtered a young girl from the town to bath in her blood and achive everlasting youth. He got caught and put to death by the church, but rose from the dead; the dark ritual had somehow been successful, but not in the way he might have supposed to. When Kent was finally born, the whole family already consisted of vampires only.<br/><br/><br/>----<br/><br/><br/>Sir Kent Wellington closed the weighty tome with a snap and adjusted his monocle. Enough for this night. Since the humans had become more and more bold in the last time, he should probably look after the young vampires. They tended towards imprudence on the hunt, and although their preys were just humans, they could be a thread sometimes. He rose from his wooden chair, blew the candle out and left the library to take a walk through the dim rooms and hallways.