• Full Name: Calix Cole Rose
    Nicknames: None that I know of
    Parents: Mikaela Rose, Jordan Rose.
    Siblings: Matthew Rose (human)
    Age: 16
    Appearance:
    Long black hair, very straight. Green eyes with a tinge of gold. Very muscular with pale white skin.
    Personality:
    I'm currently pretty depressed, I'll try to plaster on a smile, and chat with myer fellow vampires but everything going on is slowly tearing me apart, breaking me. Pushing me closer and closer to insanity.
    Likes: Reading human novels and listening to human Music.
    Dislikes: Being unwanted, humans not caring, having the bloodlust I have.
    Hobbies: Hunting, Reading.
    Class: D
    Ability: Mind Reader and Mental Sheild
    Dreams: To have more friends, have one human who knows all my secrets and still cares for me, to have the possibility of becoming an doctor (doctor is one of the many jobs vampires can't have)
    History:
    I had gotten the disease particularly bad, my signs of the disease started to show at the age of four, they developed more clearly at five. When I was only four my parents had noticed that I had a sinister amusement. Torturing animals or bugs seemed like a friendly habit to me. They would always catch me plucking the fur from cat, or wrestling with my dog.
    It was not all the time at four did this happen, it was rarely, but it was when it had all started for me. From there it had been known I was different, the sense of being unwanted, even from my parents whom I thought loved me no matter what. At the age of thirteen I had quite easily went through the transition of A to B. That was when my parents abandoned me, when I was getting further into stage B of the disease. I was fourteen, and they told me that they just could not take it, the fact that they did not know when their son would turn on them.
    It killed me.
    It bothers me even today. Though some would just get bitter toward their parents not wanting them, it simply drove me into a deeper, darker depression. I felt smothered by not being wanted. It was a cloud that hung over my head every day, and I knew it would never, ever go away.
    Once I was fifteen I was a full-fledged C vampire. There was no way I could associate with people anymore. As a B vampire I had seen my parents once or twice, but once turning to a C, I felt completely forgotten. My mind often wanders as to where they are, how they are, if they still care… How my brother, who luckily enough didn’t get the disease, managed. Or…at least I think he didn’t get the disease.
    At sixteen I was a D class vampire. It was quite a young age to reach such a high class, but I knew it was because I had taken on the disease badly. I almost lost my sanity at the transition. Whereas before I could control my blood lust, if I didn’t feed every day I found myself grow insane, and weak. I could not so much as slip a hand to the bright outside, or my flesh would melt away before my very eyes. I felt more isolated now than I ever had.
    I had befriended some of the vampires, but you could never trust any. I don’t even trust myself. They were all still human, so blood still easily rushed through their veins. That meant if another was hungry enough, what would stop them from leeching on to one of their fellow vampires.