Gaian Name: Amath Mortum
Name: Amath Veralti Mortum
Age: 4.54 Billion Years (Since the creation of Earth)
Eye Color: Bright Red Glow
Hair Color: Jet Black
Breed: First Gen. Vampire

Powers: Power over the shadows and basic elements, especially fire. Vampiric regeneration as well as being close to true immortality.
Personality: Despite being as old as he is, Amath has no problem with humans, seeing them as walking friendly food when necessary. Having sired and fathered a great deal of Vampires, his opinions of them aren't very high, seeing those who have mutated farther to be little more than a disease. His distaste for Lycanthrope based creatures is almost never hidden, but he doesn't base his dislike of them purely on racial differences, instead viewing them as primitive versions of his younger kin. To those he knows, he can be fairly friendly while still maintaining his over all seriousness. To those who don't know him, he is usually seen as a cold and blunt person, having little patience for most other people.
Appearance: Amath Veralti Mortum
Weapons: Due to his long life, Amath has gained a high level or proficiency in just about every weapon developed. However, despite his vast skill with weapons, he carries around a katana which was created with him. The blade itself is incredibly powerful, unsheathing it alone causes ripples of energy to be cast in every direction.

History:
The origins of Amath Veralti Mortum begins long before the existence of Earth, and even before himself.
During the First War of Heaven and Hell, Lucifer had been slain and had been succeeded by his own creation, Bethresen; the first hybrid creature composed of both Angel and Devil. Starting the Second War and having ensured his dominion over Hell, and reigning pure destruction down on the defenses of Heaven, Bethresen's power was increasingly high and could only grow. Ensuring that Heaven would not fall, God created the perfect weapon, naming the creature Shaht who bore no race. Once reaching Bethresen, Shaht succeeded in slaying the foul beast, only to be forced to claim the throne of Hell. Sensing the disturbance, God reclaimed Shaht as Lucifer was resurrected, bring his weapon back to Heaven, despite his now twisted soul.
In order to prevent Shaht from truly ruling Hell, God split Shaht into two separate beings and sent them to the newly created Earth, allowing the "brothers" Amath and Shemgar to decide for themselves, implying that it was up to them to resist the temptations of Lucifer. Separating on their own paths, Amath and Shemgar left one another, doing battle shortly after Amath joined the ranks of Hell, and Shemgar reluctantly taking the side of Heaven. Having been defeated by his would be brother, Amath swore to never rest until he defeated Shemgar fair and square, which to this date has not happened.
Amath received his middle and last name from his late wife Aliastar, who was killed by Shemgar in order to antagonize Amath into a fight. The two met in western Germany on a late night as Amath was feeding, Aliastar realizing what he was and fleeing. In order to keep his secret in the dark to the townsfolk, he had little choice but to turn her into a Vampire. After a century of disputing and harsh mentoring, they fell in love, eventually marrying each other, Amath adpoting her last name of Mortum. On their wedding night, she gifted him with his middle, Veralti, which he accept gratefully. Upon her death, Amath was engulfed in pure rage, engaging Shemgar in a combat so fierce that it could no longer take place within their dimension. Despite the power gained by his rage, Amath found himself still unable to defeat his brother. Shortly after his defeat, Amath simply traveled the world as he mourned before finally perking his spirits up in order to train in new and upcoming combative styles.

RP Sample:
Shifting silently through the shadows Amath made no sound despite wearing large combat boots with steel soles. Espionage, normally, would be incredibly simple even for younger vampires. However, this was not the case with Amath, as his eyes constantly shined bright red while continuously releasing red gases into the air above him, forcing him to remain moving with his eyes closed. Had it not been for his highly attuned senses, his blind eyes would have made it nigh possible for him to even know where he was going.
His nose lightly whiffed the scents in the air, sifting through the odors naturally flowing from objects within the old mansion. The scent of undead reached his nose and forced his face into a disgusted grimace. Being close in power to Liches, Vampires had the uncanny ability to control the lesser undead since their conception, even attaining the ability to control stronger undead with practice. Though he was undead himself, even the mere scent of rotting flesh from a zombie was a disgusting concept. He had made sure never to control such worthless grunts that left a foul trail where ever they went.
Turning his attention the nearing undead, Amath silently removed his katana from its steel saya, ensuring that no glint would be noticed from the ever polished blade. All at once, he moved with superhuman speed, tearing his blade through three undead before whipping around and cleaving another in half as if the beast were nothing more than warm butter. Opening his eyes, Amath easily maneuvered through the slow and bulky creatures, his coat wisping quietly behind him, narrowing avoiding parts and juices of the zombies that were being mercilessly cut down. In less than thirty seconds, the band of undead had been reduced to nothing more than motionless body parts. Wiping his blade clean, he quickly re sheathed it before continuing on his path, the hunt for his renegade brother still progressing.