<div class="floatleft"> (http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTqc6LS-8MlYsXdXeA658iq72OyvkNoFXde2ayTdk7B-dFeKWk0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Arman Mazzaferro<br/><strong>Specification:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Age:</strong>387 appears 28<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Black hair with a slight natural wave runs down to just below his shoulders. He stands 6 feet 2 two inches tall and weighs 185 pounds. His body is lean but cut as if from marble by a master sculptor. His skin has the olive complexion of someone from the Mediterranean area of Europe. His common style of dress is formal and in the Victorian style he however is quite proud of his physique will take just about any excuse to be shirtless.<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>A quiet reserve and charm tends to hide his arrogance. While he can be pleasant company even smiling easily and laughing lightly he sees himself as being superior to just everybody especially humans. The mortals are just useful playthings and a source of food. Even his own kind are basically tools to used to achieve his goals<br/><strong>Background:</strong>Arman woke one evening in the year 1653 without any memory of the previous week of his life. He had been born the youngest son of a lower ranked nobleman and knew there was little chance of him getting much if anything in the form of an inheritance. Instead of learning a useful trade to fall back one when he would no longer be able to live in his father’s keep, he travelled the countryside seeking one pleasure after the next. He vaguely remembers using his father’s title to get into a party in Rome, but that is his last memory before waking a week later.<br/><br/>He soon discovered that he was different, changed. His senses were far more acute but most importantly he was consumed by a burning hunger unlike anything he had experience before. Simply following his instincts he feed on and killed the first human he came across. From that point on he used more discretion when hunting and feeding. It did not take him long to realize he was stronger and faster than his human prey or that he could charm people to get what he wanted and needed from them. He survived by traveling around Europe doing his best to keep his difference a secret from those he met. It took him nearly 50 years to become consciously aware of the fact that his body was no longer changing with the passage of time, that he was perpetually young.<br/><br/>Arman was in England when news came that the colonies had declared independence from British rule and started their rebellion. The day after he heard that news he boarded a ship to cross the ocean to the new world. He did not care about the war or who would win he simply saw it as a chance to go someplace new and knew the war would cover what was left behind by his need to feed on humans. He traveled along the colonies throughout war and after. Once the war was over he and the new United States began to expand westward he followed and traveled west as well some years later.<br/><br/>The centuries past and he continued to travel around North America from north to south and from the west back to the east. In 1981 he drifted into Castle Hill, New Hampshire and for the first time in his long life he met others like himself. Tired of being alone he decided to settle down with others and when is welcomed moved into the castle on the hill. 31 years later he is still there and happier than he has been in centuries at having a place to call home and because of the arrangement made with the local humans making it so he does not need to travel anymore to keep his secret.