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[Your OOC Information]
Player's Name: Amanda
AIM/email: Fallen Inoue
LJ: fathoms_deep

[Character IC Information]
Character Name and Series/Original Character: D; Vampire Hunter D
Name in Role Play: D
Race/Ethnicity: dhamyr/caucasian
Age: 325
Gender: Male
Sexuality: bi, leaning toward straight
Appearance: The young lord of Allupato dresses in a manageable attire that can be worn every day, and does not really change. To start, his pants are of a sturdy worked leather that has been softened but rubbed with an oil to toughen it from most attacks. Unmistakable signs of a hunter's attire join the ordinary clothes. He is fairly muscular and moves with a deadly precision, bringing to mind the movements of any of the vampires who walk the streets of Allupato. He is guarded with thick boots, buckled securely with soft jangles of horse spurs on the heels. A comfortable scarf with a triangle pattern of simple black and white is draped around his neck and shoulders, which are guarded with hard steel mottled with scratches and wear. Though hardly visible, a thick fitted rubber top encases his upper body, reinforced with thin sturdy plates of metal.

The eyes of D are blue, but so often cast in shadow that people often make bets as to what exact color they might be. His hair is a dark, chocolatey brown, wavy, and thick. Secured with a bit of blue ribbon to keep out of his face, though it is most often let to hang loosely. His skin is allabaster pale, flushed at times of great duress, but otherwise a mask of impenetrable apathy. He has a transparent reflection - one can see him clearly in a mirror, but stand behind him and one can also see oneself.

Personality: He seems to go about the world with a quiet contempt of everything but his own work: the extermination of vampires. He rarely speaks to anyone unless the word 'vampire' and 'hunt' are involved. The very chill wall of ice he has put around himself keeps away most who feel that it is their duty to get close and warm up the frigid man. Privately, he appreciates beauty and peace and nurses a simmering contempt for his immortality that will never outweigh his obligation to hunt vampires, which he has undertaken as a personal duty. He will never drink blood. He reached this resolve when he reached puberty. It is rumored that he still lived in his father's home at this time, and his father pressured him to reach his full strength by becoming a full vampire.

Conversations are limited with D; rarely exchanging words unless on the note of business, D brings to mind someone who avoids personal relationships as if he's doing them a favor. He does not answer questions he does not feel it is his business to answer, or lets the questioner answer it themselves in the next few seconds. He feels alone, though he encourages the distance he keeps with others. On very rare and miraculous occasions, D will sit and speak with another quietly on matters at hand. He hates vampires because of the way he was treated by his own father's kin. Practically everything about his personality revolves around his fear - or rather, resistence - to drink blood, and the desire to see his kind destroyed.

Abilities/Weaponry: It is redundant to point out the enhanced strength, speed, and sensory perception of a dhampyr. He wields the sword with lethal knowledge of its limitations and capabilities, and also uses unfinished splinters of wood to pound through the hearts of vampires.

Weaknesses: Particularly sensitive to prolonged periods in direct sunlight, despite the heavy clothing and hat to keep him out of its gaze. He cannot cross running water unless he is borne on the back of a horse or cart, but he can try to cross it himself though it proves difficult. Rain saps his strength by a notable percentage. Other inclement weather forces the same limitations on his mobility as other mortals, other than snow, which seems to be no problem at all.

History: Fathered by a powerful vampire whose identity remains a great mystery to all who know D's name, D walks a rare and lonely path between darkness and light. He's lived all over the world, trying to find a comfortable niche, but every time he becomes comfortable, there is a close encounter with that substance which calls to him at all times. He tries to live a normal existence, but the normalcy he craves, the acceptance of others, is about as real to him as a fading daydream. When the attempts to mold himself into the perfect citizen failed with each new discovery of his heritage, he became a vampire hunter of some reknown, adventures known only to him and those that knew him, long dead.

Using the savings garnished from his work as a vampire hunter in an account he holds in Switzerland, D bought a small alcove apartment in the Quartiere Residenziale. He is so far keeping a low profile, though he is maladjusted to normal life compared to life on the back of a horse - his preferred mode of transportation when he can afford it. As for work, the last of his savings is dwindling as he doles out money to pay rent; will he go out into the city of Allupato and find work again, hunting his father's kind?

Organization/Pack/Clan/Guild?: Independent

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