Player: Mr. Blackbird Lore

Name: Hamil Eston

Gender: Male

Race: Vampire

Age: Nineteen

Appearance: At five-foot eleven, and one-hundred and sixty pounds, Hamil has a slim, lean frame, and a gaunt, distressed look always about his face. His dark brown hair is wiry, the bangs hanging just beyond his eyebrows. From there, his hairline gently slopes downward to his earlobes, and beyond that it drops sharply to the nape of his neck. His eyes are just as dark, creating an unusual contrast with his deathly pale skin. His tunic is gray, a mark of his lower status in life, and his pants and boots are of a matching brown leather, and the boots are cuffed. The only other distinguishing marks upon Hamil are the scars at his hips which he keeps hidden with a fervent passion.

Magic: (None yet, but it will become a big part of the RP eventually)

Personality: If it were to be summed up with one word, it would be distressed. Hamil was one of the first to change, and perhaps the person most incapable of handling the change. He has attempted to resist the desire of blood, which led only to skull-splitting headaches, and (so Hamil claims) a quiet, wispy voice that makes demands of wanton violence and carnage. Many times Hamil gave in, just so the voice would be silenced, but in last few months, he has found himself enjoying the many cruel acts. However, he also has undeniably heavy loads of grief and remorse for those same acts. Thus he is a boy tormented by his own deeds which he finds sickly satisfying. A perfect hypocrite in action. He hates his own kind, and what they do, but doesn't have the will power to commit suicide, or deprive himself of the blood he now yearns to drink every evening. He's a basket case, unable to keep his actions or emotions in check, despising his lack of self-control, his constant self-hate, and even his very existence, and yet is incapable of making the slightest change. It's a never-ending cycle, and one that will surely end only with the aid of someone else's hands.

History: Hamil was born to a middle-class family, and the second of two sons. His father was a merchant dealing in arms and armor, while his mother was a seamstress. When he came of age, Hamil became the apprentice to the weapon smith that supplied his father with the majority of his armaments. It was during this apprenticeship that Hamil became what he is now...

He was given the task of traveling to a nearby town in order to request more metals for his master's shop in exchange for coin. On his way there, Hamil came across a barren stretch of land. Uneasily, he proceeded, urging his horse forward as fast as it could go. He crossed most of the land without worries. As he neared the final stretch, his horse, weary and old, fell forward, tripping upon itself. Hamil was sent sprawling across the rough terrain, and left unconscious.

When awoke, he found himself upon the ground, left with nothing but the clothes on his back, a skull-splitting headache, and a rotting, hollowed-out corpse that used to be his master's horse. The innards and muscles were all gone, torn free and, Hamil supposed, eaten. Looking upward, he found a man over him, shaking him. Staring for a few seconds, dazed, Hamil found his eyes concentrating upon the vein standing out upon his savior's neck...

And he attacked the man, beating him until he was unconscious and then ravaging the limp body until the headache had sedated and a sickly warm, contented feeling welled in the pit of his stomach. He passed out once shortly thereafter...

And that was the beginning of his life as a vampire, and the foundation of his self-contempt, hatred, and manic depression. He has tried so hard to rid himself of this disease, to rid the world of his existence, and has most recently given himself the purpose of making meals out of those he finds to be 'corrupt' and 'unjust,' in an effort to give reason to his need for blood. He is still incapable of coming to terms with his new life, but lacks any willpower to make any significant change.