I am hoping to bring another character in. what do you think of,<br/><br/><br/><strong>Name: William D’Arcy</strong><br/><strong>Race: Vampire.</strong><br/><strong>Gender: Male</strong><br/><strong>Age: 27</strong><br/><br/>(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7067/6939320563_69fd838368.jpg)<br/><strong>Powers: Speed</strong><br/><br/><strong>History:<br/>       He had not followed his lord to this land of the Saxon and fought at the battle of Hastings for nothing. No he had fought for land and had achieved his aim. Now he was Lord of his own Manor and he would just not tolerate this.<br/><br/>      The farmstead was quiet the bodies of the farmer and his family where spread out in death. William leaned on his horse pommel and contained his anger. This was his land, his people and no one took anything that was his. The band of raiders who had done this would die, in battle if they where lucky or at the hands of his torturer if they where not.    <br/><br/>      But light was falling and it was time to make camp, they would purse in the morning when they could find tracks. But there was no need to track them they came that night. A scream from the sentry brought them all awake and William rolled out of his blanket the sword already in his hand.<br/><br/>      There where three of them that came, two men and a young girl already speeding into the camp and attacking his men. The young girl seemed to be looking around and as William shouted out orders she smiled and walked towards him.<br/><br/>      The two men where moving so fast avoiding his men’s thrusts and swings and his men where falling. Their throats torn out, heads twisted breaking necks with a sound like a branch snapping.<br/>To Williams shame, his men broke and ran the two men or what ever they where racing after them.<br/><br/>      So it was the two of them in the clearing, him and the young girl. She smiled as William attacked young or not she was with the raiders and she would die. William was a good swordsman, better than good actually but it made no difference.<br/><br/>      His swings and thrusts met only empty air, as she seemed to move at the last moment. The smile never leaving her face as she watched him. “You are going to die Sir Knight. Although you are so cute, if you beg I may let you live to pleasure me.”<br/><br/>      William snorted, “Beg, never and the only way you will enjoy my body is when I am dead.” That seemed to amuse her, sensing she was distracted William sent his sword lunging forward. She was not distracted at all, she seemed to flow past the sword and then he felt her mouth at his throat and then…….. <br/><br/>      Her name was Melissa and she was his sire and she taught him so many things over the following centuries. How to please a woman with his cock, fingers and tongue. How to hunt and kill, how to fight in so many ways. He learnt that she was a Justicar and that she intended for him to be one too.<br/><br/>      But she learnt that was not for him, he had always had a side that reveled in combat and so he became Melissa’s enforcer. It was his task to bring those that needed to be judged to her. It was always a pain William thought when they just came. So much interesting when they decided to resist.<br/><br/></strong><br/><br/><strong>Advantages: Trained for combat, sword, knife, gun, fist whatever you could use to smash an opponent.  </strong><br/><strong>Flaws: Ruthless, loner, inflexible in many ways. </strong><br/>