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This is Bitters. He's a vampire brat.
(WIP)
Age: Born sometime during the 14th century, but he looks roughly 20 years old.
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Origin:
The boy was nothing more than a ward when he was living. No aspirations in life, no coin to his name, and nothing good about him. By many, he was considered a pretty face, but those same many vowed to avoid the kid. From a young age, he always had a trick to play on others, whether it was spiking his Lord's afternoon tea with monk's hood or hemlock, or "accidentally" spilling all of his drink on the parlor maids. Needless to say, the brat was hated by all. A pretty face didn't take him far in his life, but this narcissist used it whenever he could. A face beloved by all, young men and women who knew not of the child's ways fell into his bed, and would soon fall to their grave. How so? A mystery to some, to others--a fate met from dealing with a cursed lord. He was followed by death, a plague-like wicked lover. As rumors of this death child began to spread, he would find himself in forced isolation within his Lord's castle. He knew not why his lord cast this cruel fate upon him. No candle would be lit, no tea or fresh food given to the boy; a lonely existence wraught with bitter misery. The child grew weak quickly. As death no longer had a jealous rage to enact on the boy's partners, it came slow and painful to him; his very essence consuming itself. Like many others in his time, the black death took him with silent agony.
Fate would take a liking to this pitiable child, however, when a maid opened the door to his chambers. The rotten corpse arose as the maid drew near. In sheer horror, she froze, and the creature took note. He feasted on her--the blood, the flesh--her essence. Once more this death child lived. But what was he? A walking corpse? A demon? Nay. A reaper? No, none of these. A creature born from the shadows, the life of others and the blood of many--a vampire. He had not known of this himself, but the shadow of death surrounding him was a burden no longer, no, it was his way of living and the shade cast over his life.
His human name now long gone and forgotten, the Lord has called himself Bitters; for the way he lived, the way he died, and the way he lived once more all left a bitter taste.
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Personality/Modern Timeline:
A royal brat. Bitters is in love with himself, though secretly craves affection. He was traumatized by his dark isolation when he was among the living, and will often go into a panic if he is in the dark alone for more than a few minutes. Adapting to modern society, Bitters knows he can no longer kill as he needs, and will instead choose to drink animal blood from the butcher, or get the life essence he needs from multiple partners. He is able to control himself far more than he did when he arose as a true vampire lord. Those he had killed far in the past became his undead minions--and being relatively level-headed--Bitters put them to work. Now, living as a NEET with a neverending source of income, Bitters still has no aspirations, no coin left unaccounted for, and still--nothing good about him.
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Random Physical Traits:
Cut left ear- Had a piercing that was ripped out when he was visiting a lake. A fishing hook got stuck on it when the line was being cast and ripped it out.
Piercings- Vary, no set design.
Scar across his face- He had been hunted for many years and is still being hunted to this day, though he is considered to be non-active and not a major threat. This scar was given to him by one of his ex-lovers that turned out to be a hunter. Bitters ate him and chose not to heal the wound to remind himself to not be so trusting. He will often hide the scar with dark sunglasses--not to mention they help block out the sun. It doesn't make him weak or anything, he just hates how bright it is.
Braces- He has braces on his bottom front four teeth.
Dimples-Dimples are quite visible most of the time.
