Post by soad on Sept 3, 2005 22:46:37 GMT -5
Name-Viktor Fleischer
Age-fairly young for a vampire, only 187 years old
Height- 6'7"
Weight-169 (he a pretty skinny guy, but still has a decent bit of muscle mass)
Race/clan- Gangrel
Appearance- Jet black hair, styled in dreadlocks, all of which were at least 7 inches long, a few were longer, eyes a bright vibrant green, the same color as highly polished emeralds. He would appear to be very handsome if not for a gigantic scar running across his left cheek, right below his eye which he received in a fight against an extremely skilled hunter. He only won because the idiot wasn't looking and was hit by a truck, not hard, but hard enough to be maimed and wounded. The hunter died a week later on infection in the hospital. He wear a plain pear of black pants and a simple over sized black shirt, under his leather trench-coat. Polished and bright green, it is the same hew as his eyes. and to top( in this case bottom) it all off, he wears a heavy pair of steel-toed bots that lace up half way to his knee.
History- Not very well know, but thats mainly because he doesn't want to be. Back home in Germany, he became a master at the protean discipline (the sudden change of body parts for offensive and defensive purposes, at the expense of blood). He moved to America soon before the second World War, mainly because he had a feeling that idiot Hitler would get their country into more trouble then it was worth. When he got to America, he got a job working in a local hospital where he stole blood from the dead bodies and the blood bank so he wouldn't give his presence away to local hunters, which he learned a while back in Germany as a very bad thing to do. Now he works as a bartender in a local bar. If any simple human happens to hear about the vampire information and news he speaks about with his ghoul, Erik, he simply kills the person and steals their money and valuables(it's not like they actually need them anymore).
Age-fairly young for a vampire, only 187 years old
Height- 6'7"
Weight-169 (he a pretty skinny guy, but still has a decent bit of muscle mass)
Race/clan- Gangrel
Appearance- Jet black hair, styled in dreadlocks, all of which were at least 7 inches long, a few were longer, eyes a bright vibrant green, the same color as highly polished emeralds. He would appear to be very handsome if not for a gigantic scar running across his left cheek, right below his eye which he received in a fight against an extremely skilled hunter. He only won because the idiot wasn't looking and was hit by a truck, not hard, but hard enough to be maimed and wounded. The hunter died a week later on infection in the hospital. He wear a plain pear of black pants and a simple over sized black shirt, under his leather trench-coat. Polished and bright green, it is the same hew as his eyes. and to top( in this case bottom) it all off, he wears a heavy pair of steel-toed bots that lace up half way to his knee.
History- Not very well know, but thats mainly because he doesn't want to be. Back home in Germany, he became a master at the protean discipline (the sudden change of body parts for offensive and defensive purposes, at the expense of blood). He moved to America soon before the second World War, mainly because he had a feeling that idiot Hitler would get their country into more trouble then it was worth. When he got to America, he got a job working in a local hospital where he stole blood from the dead bodies and the blood bank so he wouldn't give his presence away to local hunters, which he learned a while back in Germany as a very bad thing to do. Now he works as a bartender in a local bar. If any simple human happens to hear about the vampire information and news he speaks about with his ghoul, Erik, he simply kills the person and steals their money and valuables(it's not like they actually need them anymore).
