Series: Sacred Grounds Comic
Gender: Male
Species: Male
Age: 18 (Apparent) 34 (Actual)
Birthdate: Male
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 126 lbs
Short Description: Totally not a vampire, nope. Very human.
He's pale, sickly pale, from his lips to the faint dark circles under his eyes. He looks like he could do with a cup of chicken soup and the ability to sleep for a week. He doesn't act tired, but there is something about the way he moves that isn't...quite right. He moves too quickly some times, and with carefully controlled speed other times. He doesn't typically stand tall, he sort of hides inwardly, like he's apologizing for his existence. His smiles are careful, if a bit shy. He speaks quietly, his voice not quite matured yet, but his inflections are lively, as if he really wants to get involved in the conversation...
He's wearing a leather jacket that falls to his thighs, a thin dark grey hoodie beneath that. He's wearing a faded grey t-shirt, with black sleeves like a baseball shirt. Beneath that, there's a lighter grey long sleeved shirt, and finished with a pair of fingerless gloves in some sort of dark mottled black and purple. His legs are clad in black jeans, a wallet chain dangles and chimes on his right hip. His boots are slender tactical boots, which, you're pretty sure would be steel, or something stronger, toed.
He's immortal. Wait, no, no, he can be killed in a variety of ways. Decaptitation, burning, prolonged exposure to sunlight. He heals quickly, if the wounds are not inflicted with a wooden weapon. If they are, he heals at much slower rate. He's strong. He can lift a single ton, more if his vampire's in control. He's fast. He can almost make it look like he's teleporting. His senses are VERY sharp. He can hear things he shouldn't be able to, and see in the dark. When he's hungry, he can see into the heat spectrum, and use it to track his prey. He can fly, with or without wings. (Wings are much, much less effort!) He can shapeshift. The forms of a Wolf, a Raven, a Rat, and Mist are his to command. He can also change just parts of his body, such as forming a pair of wings on his back, or, Kemonomimi ears. He has some mental abilities. He can re-arrange memories, make people do things, and read minds. The rearranging of memories and the making people do things takes confidence, and it's not something he has in spades. He keeps his mental barriers up and sound, so he doesn't evesdrop unless someone is thinking really loudly. He has an oddly fantastic ability with cards. He plays solitaire with the cards face down. He's also a pretty kick-ass barista. He makes great coffee drinks, and can work in a diner with the best of them!
However, all of the awesome is offset by the suck. He's ALWAYS hungry. He needs to hunt, and needs fresh blood. He needs about a pint of blood daily (This can be animal blood) and can get by with blood in his refrigerator...but, he will still crave a hunt, and hunting animals may do it for him for a while. He's VERY sensitive to sunlight. If he's forced to go out into it, he has to wear a heavy wool coat, a hat, sunglasses, a balaclava, leather gloves, all of his clothes and if he can, an umbrella. He's also 100% blind. He can't see when he's out in the sunlight, even with glasses. He wears welding glasses, and that sometimes helps. Crosses, holy water, symbols of faith? They work. Fire? Terrified. Run away screaming in terror style fear. He can't eat food. Well, he can physically put it in his mouth, chew it, and swallow, but he will be sick later. He can't drink anything but blood, same effect. Hrk! He cries blood. So, because he's terrified everyone's going to hate him for being a vampire, he can't do so in public. He also sweats blood. Gross. Fortnately, sweating isn't something he does often. Exertion or heat won't make him sweat. Garlic and onions drive him off too, but that's because he's got a great sense of smell. When he's too afraid, or too angry, or too hungry to keep a handle on his vampire, it can take him over. He becomes...different then. His vampire is a hedonistic creature, and very, very dangerous. Treat it like you would a big cat. It is NOT Westly, and goes by the name of Fido.
Background
Meet Westly Ehrin Roanoke, your friendly boy-next door type.
Mostly.
He's 5'6", a hundred and twenty six pounds soaking wet, with shoulder length brown-black hair, oddly pale skin, and bright, bright green eyes. People shouldn't be able to have eyes that green. It should be against some sort of law. Like, natural ones.
He looks a bit awkward, long legged, a bit gangly, even though he's not that tall. He carries himself like he's apologizing for his existence, with an awkward, almost apologetic smile.
You see, Westly's not like all the other teenagers. He's a bit older, by nearly twice his apparent age. You see, back when he was actually 18, he was murdered. He was made into a vampire, an Anusian Strigorii vampire, and taken into a Cryptozoological research facility. Things...were not good there, but, with the help of a nurse, he escaped, and took a few months to learn how to be human again.
Speaking of being human again, he doesn't entirely WANT to be human again, but his lust for blood isn't something he's keen on discussing with anyone he doesn't trust. He also thinks that people will be unhappy with him once they find out he's infected so he tries to keep it under his hat as much as he can, ashamed of his condition. His fangs are retractable, but they're a bit messed up, so they always show at 'half mast' as it were. His unnaturally green eyes are also a benefit of his species. All Strigorii have unnaturally beautiful eyes.
His particular kind is a Pack oriented species. He craves attention and friendship, but it's hard to get under his admittedly chipper exterior. Emotionally, he's still 18, and can't quite seem to grow up.
He's a hard worker, a loyal friend, a benefit and a liability to be by your side in a fight. Depending how things go, he may turn on you. After all, you're probably delicious, and blood is essential for his survival...