Age: 111 (stopped aging at 16)
Personality: a little withdrawn, easily frightened but tries to hide it
Position: undecided, most likely flexible
Race: vampuric werewolf (Werepire)
Height: 6’ 1½”
Body Type: he is broad (naturally muscular), but thin from mal-nutrition
Weapons: claws/fangs/vamp/werewolf strength
Skills: musical, herb lore, know a large variety of random stuff
Powers: can turn into werewolf, grow giant bat wings in either form, slightly empathic/telepathic
Bio: He was 16 when his human mother and three year old twin sisters were killed by two rouge vampires. His father, the alpha werewolf of their pack, was away and had left him in charge of protecting their family. He managed to kill one of the vampires, but was mortally wounded in the process, and the second vampire gave him her blood to keep him alive. She planned to use him as a plaything and get her revenge by selling him as a slave, but his father’s return prevented her from carrying out her plan. When it was learned that he was now vampuric, the pack wanted him to be killed, but his father couldn’t stand to see the last of his family destroyed. The two sided compromised and James was allowed to live, but he was kept under lock and key. The pack was relieved that he didn’t have blood lust, but they refused any request for his freedom. He took to reading anything he could get his hands on, and due to his uncanny ability to remember everything he sees, he is very educated in various different subjects. (he expecially enjoys making music. put an instrament in his hands and whithin a day he will be making beautiful songs that he makes up on the spot)
On the ten year anniversary of the attack, his father was once again away when the female vampire from before returned and kidnapped James. She was finally able to see her plans for revenge come to life. She kept him naked, save for a collar, chained/caged in the basement of her home (which she had acquired just for this purpose) and would have men and woman of all different races come and have their way with him. After the costumer left, she would go down and further torment him, both mentally and physically.
This went on for eighty-five years, and James no longer had any hope of escape or rescue. Finally, on James’ 111th birthday, a strange man dressed in a deeply hooded white cloak entered into his cell. James cowered in the corner, as far away from the new Master as possible. The man slowly walked forward, and James curled into an even tighter ball, trying to make himself as small as possible. The man reached out one hand and softly touched James’ trembling shoulder, causing James to cry out and cringe away. The man’s other hand went to his hood and slowly lowered it, revealing his face. He had deep sympathetic blue eyes that seemed to shine with an inner light, he looked tanned, had medium short curly golden hair, and his lips were full and inviting. There was just one way to describe him, gorgeous. “James, son of Tevon,” he whispered, “look into my eyes, and know freedom once more.” James’ head snapped up at the sound of his name, it had been so long since he had been called anything other than slave or thing, he had forgotten who he was. He slowly turned to look at the man, and when their eyes met, James’ world went dark.
He awoke alone some time later, deep in a forest. It was night time, and a warm fire burned nearby. He had been given clothing and was wrapped in a soft, yet surprisingly warm blanket. His various wounds from the endless beating he endured had been dressed, and the collar that had not left his neck in 85 years was gone. The man appeared next to him and gave him a bowl of something warm and delicious. James ate hungrily, but was surprised that the bowl never seemed to empty. When he had eaten as much as he could, he looked at the man and a familiar fear began to gnaw at his stomach. Who was this man, why did he save him, how did he know who James was, and what did he expect in exchange for saving James from the vampuress? The man must have seen James’ fear; because he reassured him that he meant no harm. “I have brought you to a place where you can heal, both mentally and physically. Here, that woman shall never find you and so you will be safe.” The man stood and placed a hand on James’ shoulder, “So try to not be afraid. I will keep an eye on you, and I swear no thing shall dare hurt you.” He smiled and James fell asleep once more.
When he awoke, a small package of various things had been left for him (including the bowl), but the man in white was gone. James picked up the pack and saw a note folded on top. It read,
Follow the trail until you come to a small village. Therein lies a castle. It is in this castle that you will find yourself once more. Remember that I shall be watching, and would never allow you to be further harmed. Be safe, and trust your heart.
AO
James read the note twice before he stepped onto the trail. He wasn’t sure what the man had planned for him, but he was prayed that it would be a change for the better.
Appearance: Human:
(his body is covered in scars, but there aren't any on his face) Werepire: 
w/ fur the color of dried blood, also has a regular wolf form (white fur) 