Valin is dressed in black from head to toe, powerfully built, standing 5'11", 250 pounds. His long dark hair shines under the light, hazel eyes take in everything as he slowly moves through the room. A leather duster sways with each step he takes. (app 3, status 1 clan status 1)
BIO:
My name is Valin Frost. I reside in the city of Twin Towers where I was born and raised. I grew up with a deep seated interest in martial arts and the warrior cultures of my ancestors. I found I excelled at them, and soon had won a few minor tournaments at weapons demonstrations.
Toward the end of high school I started getting into the gothic scene. I went to a club called The Cathedral a few times, finding it to be a very cool place. I spent the tournament money I'd saved on a midnight black harley davidson and soon became a partime regular at The Cathedral. Met a woman there who was absolutely gorgeous but something about her wasn't quite right so I made sure I was never cornered alone with her.
Started getting into firearms around the same time and found I was pretty skilled with them as well. Coupled with my martial arts training and new found weapons skills, I made a pretty attractive package to a few folks that tried to get me to work for them. I didn't accept any of their offers, instead I went to work at a club called "The Pulse". No other bar attracts more attention. As fashionable as it is dangerous, The Pulse usually is the site of more violence than any other bar in town. A large bar even for the city of Twin Towers, it is the holy grail of gang territory and a place hotly contested for. My nights were never without something happening. I noticed that woman started showing up too.
One night it got pretty bad, a firefight broke out by two of the rival factions. I was one of the unlucky ones caught in the cross fire trying to save that woman who had came in to watch me. I saw her get hit even as the bullets tore into me. "What are you doing? she cried." "Trying to save you!" I told her as I pulled her into an alley. My vision swam a bit and she pulled me close saying "We can't let you go to waste sweets." I felt my vision began to fade, then teeth at my throat and a moment of intense pain. The woman was gone and suddenly everything became dark and cold. I awoke to hear a voice...the voice of a man...the voice of my sire, Dino Ferretti. He was encouraging me to drink. I was so very hungry I didn't stop to think, "drink what?" I just followed his instructions. Thus I was reborn into the night, walking down the back alleys, listening to him tell me of my new life to come.
PLAYER BEHIND THE CHARACTER:
is he not a cutie or what???...snicker
Michael Henness was born in Weisbaden Hesse Germany. He is 33, standing 5'll", 250 lbs, (believe me, you don't want to make him mad...giggle...actually he is a real big teddy bear) hazel eyes and long dark brown (gorgeous) hair. His hobbies include fitness, reading, role playing AD&D and V:TM, all things medieval, martial arts, horseback riding and things generally outdoorsie. His music interests are Heavy Metal, Goth, Medieval and Classical.
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