<br/><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Omen<br/><strong>Race</strong>: Vampire<br/><strong>Visual Age</strong>: Twenty Eight<br/><strong>Actual Age</strong>: Eight hundred, and Twenty Five<br/><br/>(http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmq1oqAnmw1qgnwgto1_500.jpg)<br/><br/>Omen's dress is admittedly not as<em>modern</em>as this picture is here, but the style that this man is wearing it in does fit the character. The eyes, shadowed here are bright shades of swollen yellow. Sometimes, the color will blend into a soft brown, and other times, his iris and pupil disappear, turning into a milky mystical white. Not shown in the picture, Omen is starting to grow a crown of horns. Two of them on the back of his 'crown' are the largest, and the only ones that are big enough to poke out of his hair.He is not overtly muscular, but he is flexible, and strong. Standing at almost six foot, three inches; there is a regal urge in his movements.<br/><br/><strong>Affiliation </strong>: Demon<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>: Omen was once the type of man to lend a hand where it was needed. He stayed quiet a lot, not shy or reserved. Rather, Omen was a very good listener. Now, after centuries of life surrounded by death and vice, pride and enjoyment; Omen's personality has only magnified itself. He is contemplative and patient. He meditates constantly and watches the moon for hours. He has a library the size of Alexandria's stored in his mind. Enjoyment comes sparingly, as only action has ever truly existed for Omen. He does not stop to smell the flowers, he only wishes to make them smell stronger.<br/><br/><strong>Back story</strong>: Before he was found by Alikama, Omen worked on farms and storefronts to make money. He attended university for years before wandering the countryside. Studying language and history, he became exhausted of his studies, and he was anxious to live a life with more meaning. The young man was a jack of all trades where ever he found establishments worth his time and effort. He was a simple soul that could rest for hours with a book and one cigarette. So, he never cared too much for his social life. He was special from a young age, an almost<em>eerie</em>attribute had afflicted him. He was a good luck charm. His given name was Owen. However, even his parents called him Omen, confident that his presence could change some one's life. This affect was difficult to explain. It was his charisma, his genius, his willingness to explore and assist, his bravery, perhaps a complete lack of selfish aspirations, an empty hand. Omen was a wonderful man.<br/><br/>His much more inclusive, and exceptionally older alter ego, the vampire that's roamed the Earth for eight centuries, this monster is a manipulative master. Beware the Omen, for it strikes only one time.