Name: Elyan (prounounced el-yan, with a long "a" in "yan" wink Maxwell
Age: 603 (Was turned at the age of 22)
Type: Psychic Vampire
Height: 6'2"/1.8796 meters
Weight: 149.8 pounds/67.9 kilograms
Weapons:
7x "Schneider" Combat Knives, hidden throughout outfit, in assorted sizes.
2 x M8F-SB1 "Todesschrecken" 9mm handguns, carried in holsters on his hips. Utilizes assorted ammunition types.
Abilities:Being a Psychic Vampire, Elyan has developed many skills revolving around his mental abilities. Simple things, such as memory alterations and manipulations can be performed on those with weaks minds, but it is harder to perform on other vampires, especially other psychic ones. The use of this ability ranges from altering his look in the eyes of a person or being, such as changing his eye color to its natural white color, or causing one to forget an event.
Due to his age, he as also begun to learn many of the "gifts". These range from psychokinesis to crushing one with mental force. These gifts grow along with Elyan, and like fine wine, mature with age.
He is also has the ability of an Empath, being able to sense and understand the feelings of others. However, this power he has a hard time controlling, more-so if the time since he had last fed had been long ago. He can also sense the auras of individuals, sometimes being able to tell if they were human or supernatural. Along with that ability, he can hide his own aura, in order to prevent from being tracked or recognized easily.
Along with these many gifts and abilities, he continues to explore the depths of his powers and they continue to grow because of that. But outside of the psychic realm, Elyan is a skilled fighter. Due to his unnatural strength, he can easily take down most foes with a single strike. His fighting-style isn't anything formal. Instead, it was learned by fighting for his life throughout the world. Although, his own fighting-style utilizes more footwork and kicks than any arm-related attack.
In the end, Elyan is a formidable opponent and one not to be taken lightly in battle. If possible, he tries to avoid unnecessary conflict or bloodshed, but his is capable of holding his own if the time comes when he must fight.
Nationality:British
Appearance:Being born albino, Elyan had very fair skin, white hair and white eyes. As he grew older, he let his hair grow to shoulder length. After becoming a vampire, his eyes became a blood-red color. He is normally seen with a red trench coat, a white button-down shirt, jeans and black leather boots. But, he does own a large wardrobe in order to accommodate to any real-world situation.
He has fangs on both the top and bottom rows of this teeth. After many years, he has learned to conceal them, even while smiling; a trick often learned by a vampire after years of practice. His body is a tad thin, a trait carried over from his sickly, human body.
Personality:Elyan's personality is based heavily on the ways of chivalry and honor, a quality taken from being raised in both nobility and his love of the knights of old. From a first glance, it is obvious to see that he is an introverted individual whose mind is constantly thinking and contemplating his every move. He comes off as being cold and harsh, but is a kind person underneath his rough exterior.
Elyan relies heavily on his own intelligence, being his biggest strength among all of his other abilities, be it vampiric or human. He prefers not to kill when he has a choice in the matter, even when feeding. He doesn't partner with outsiders, with his only partner a now-vampire Marek, who continues to serve as his servant. Elyan has developed a sort of paranoia towards any outsiders, questioning their intentions.
Autobiography:My story began in Yorkshire; the year was 1406. I was the youngest of nine children belonging to the Maxwell family. My father was a Duke of York, a fact often not mentioned in history books. He craved power, believing that one's life should be spent obtaining as much power as one could. Because of this, he saw me as garbage, being both sickly and albino from birth. By his order, I was to be left inside at all times of the day; probably to keep me from damaging his status as a strong individual within society.
My mother was a weak-minded woman. Even through constant abuse, both physically and mentally, she stayed by my father's side. Often, I questioned if she stayed because of me or because she enjoyed the benefits of being practically royalty. Yet, she stuck by me when my father and my siblings pretended I didn't exist. She would often read stories to me; stories which told of the knights of old who, through chivalry alone, were able to claim our homeland of Britain or stories which told of the wonders of our still unknown world. For that reason, I loved her.
By the age of six, I had already begun learning everything there was to know. Any book I could get my hands on, I read diligently, never skipping a single word. My father, following a suggestion presented to him by my oldest brother, Michael, ordered one of his many servants to begin teaching me. The servant's name was Marek, a longtime scholar and servant to my family. He was in his late thirties when I first met him. He was a gentle man, a man whom I wish had been my father instead of that demon. As Marek taught, I listened with enthusiasm. My thirst for knowledge was unquenchable and the more I learned of the outside world, the more I longed to escape from the home which I was bound to stay locked-up inside.
On a fateful night during my eighth year of life, I decided to sneak out of that prison and finally see the world for myself. However, it was the first time I had ever been outside of our home, so I easily found myself lost and scared. But, I kept moving, afraid that this time outside would be my last. Somehow, I managed to make my way into a nearby wooded area. By that time, I was tired, hungry and even more scared. It wasn't long before I collapsed, scraping my knees in the process. By that point, I sat and cried out as loud as my lungs could manage. The crying went on for hours it seemed, until a faint rustling in the nearby bushes caused me to silence. It was then that I met the woman who would forever change my destiny...
Out of the bushes came a young woman. The first time I saw her is a moment I will never forget. Even in the darkness of the night, she seemed as if she had a heavenly glow to her. Her white dress flowed with the ever-changing direction of the wind. Her hair was shoulder-length, with a dark-brown color. And her eyes were the color of rubies. For the moment, I thought she was like the angels that had been described to me in both biblical scripture and in stories. She knelt down in-front of me, her sad-looking eyes staring into mine. She began to tend to my wounds, kissing them as blood continued to seep from them. She then tore off some of her own dress in order to bandage them. All the while, she asked me questions and conversed with me. She was my very first friend and I was her very first friend.
Following my incident in the woods, she took me back home, seeming to have a vast knowledge of the area. I was saddened by the thought of having to leave her, but she promised to visit me at night as long as I promised to visit her sometime and to not tell anyone about her. With that, I accepted her promise. Our relationship continued on for years. I learned a great deal about her. Her name was Elizabeth, but preferred to be called Ellie. She had traveled around much of the known world and then to some unknown places. Her memories were vast, having described much of the world to me as my mother had from books. Only this time, the stories were much more vivid, almost as if I were seeing the places with my own eyes. As I grew older, I began to fall in love with her. But also, I began to realize that she wasn't a normal person. In-fact, from the day that I first met her to the moment of realization, she had not aged a single day.
My curiosity got the better of me and I begged her to tell me why she hadn't changed and why she wouldn't tell me. She had always grown tense when I asked such daring questions, which often made me drop the subject. But one day, she finally told me. She told in great details about her life as a human. She, too, came from nobility. Her family had used her in an arranged marriage in order to better their position in the British hierarchy. But, the man she was arranged to be married to wasn't a human. Instead, he was of the undead, a vampire. And thus, she, too, was also a vampire; being forcefully turned into such a being and left to fend for herself. I took the news as quite a shock, a reaction which left her wounded and angry.
Before I could explain my reaction, she ran. I was deeply saddened by the way I had handled the situation, feeling that I would never get the chance to rectify the problem which I was responsible for. But, as I drew closer to my family's domain, things were amiss. Once I made my way inside, I found myself standing in a pool of my family members' blood. Before me was my father's corpse, his face and throat having been clawed to the bone. A few of my siblings were nearby. I became panicked, making my way through the home as fast as I could. There, I saw the culprit... Ellie.
She had backed my mother and the other two younger siblings into a corner. She was enraged, a mixture of bloodlust and the feeling of being rejected had altered her judgment. She was out for blood, for my blood. I called her name, but it did nothing to take the focus away from my remaining family. She turned to jab her open hand into my mother's neck, but I leaped into the path of the attack, taking the hit in my abdomen. The pain had been unbearable, but I turned to my mother and smiled. With all of my strength, I spoke these words, "I am sorry to have cursed this family with my existence... and for father to have taken it out on you... But, now I can finally protect those whom I loved so dearly, with this fragile body of mine..."
My mother's reaction left her broken, she couldn't find a way to reply to my seemingly final act of life. And Ellie, with tears of blood running down her soft face, quickly grabbed me and ran as fast as she could to the place where we first met. As she set me on the cold, hard ground, her tears continued to roll down her face and onto mine, mixing with my own. "I am sorry I never had the chance to tell you sooner... I do not care if you are a vampire," I said quietly, "I... I love you." By that time, my eyesight had gone, with the last image I could remember was a look of sorrow on her perfect face.
After that, I remember nothing of what happened. But, I awoke a day later. When I awoke, I was confused, scared to find that I had been buried underground. My throat burned with a thirst never-before felt in my life. My body felt stronger, reinforced by an ungodly gift. I looked over to my left to notice her by my side. Her blood-red eyes staring into my own. Yet, I saw vein patterns upon her neck. My instincts took over, with my first meal coming from her...
It wasn't long before I came to terms with what happened. And, we began to travel the world. We were happy, together as lovers. That happiness lasted for centuries, decades even. But, as fate would have it, my love was stolen from me. That is where I am, now. Searching for the ones who stole her from me and continue to tease me, torture me with her as bait. That is why I have searched the entire world, with revenge and sadness guiding my ways. My current location is the over-populated city of New York, New York, where my fate is left to my own destiny.
