He spoke of change... of a new life. Yet, all I see is a world ever-changing...

...And I? I'm hanging in the background like a still archaic picture.


Name: Kylaerna Ikrytus
DOB: December 12, 1717
Place of Birth: Poland, Unknown Town
Race: Vampire
Age: 293

What hands of malicious intent have enveloped me that night? The decayed tendrils of a monster - an abomination cast unto the world of man - were trapped about my neck. I can remember that hold so tight I could feel the very pulse flutter beneath my own flesh, and thudding against my muscle. I did not know what journey I was to embark upon when his sullied lips kissed my flesh, and those daggers slit into my neck. Hell. It was to be true Hell. In Darkness I would tread for the rest of eternity. However, he spoke highly of this race I would later know to be 'Vampire'. Mythological creatures, they were not... the whispers amongst the living had been true all of this time. Countless tales of their existance began to spill and spin all around me as I fall into the depths of their practices and knowledges.

I'm afraid I have little to offer you in way of my overall being. I can only tell you that I am of sound mind. There is an artistic stream that flows through the rivers of my meanderings veins - that which I put into use quite often. My ability to pen with excellent imagery, and profeciency is astounding to myself, as well as others. My pen, and quills, have bled poetry, novels, essays, lectures, etc. I have acquired a repulsion in reference to feeding from those that have no semblance of sanitation, or who facilitate diseased mentalities.

I have a terrible memory, so I have the tendancy to write things down. Common introductions are met with the most gracious respect; however, whether or not I can retain a name is questionable. I would not say I have an extreme case of Short-term memory loss, but I have a sizable amount of it. When I was Human, I fell from my trusty steed and hit my head against a metal lamp post. So hard that my mind started to dismiss information being bequeathed unto it as it all came. As Vampricy descended upon me, the disease began to flicker - at times remembering, and at other times not. The affliction is not so terrible as it was when I was breathing.

I believe deeply in the beauty of all things, and am not your typical Vampire. I do not feed to kill, nor do I randomly chose my donors. Humanity is precious. Beautiful. Speaking of beauty - I must admit to you my vanity. If I had a pool of water, I would be Narcissus. The hue of my hair flows in only the brightest of red curls down the length of a slender back, and my flesh is of the Moon. In my eyes are the depths of a serene sea, and at times - that of a sanguine battlefield.

I hone only the necessities of Vampirism. Superhuman strength is a common attribute, along with speed that will render me uncatchable by Mortals - but not as a blur. I cannot conjure mists, nor am I a Protean. My senses are extremely sharp and acute; just above that of Predators. However, one thing I cannot do is read minds. Inside that head of mine is some loose wiring that Vampirism could not put back together; therefore, I have been rendered incapable of thought projection. Yet, if one should haplessly find themselves inside of it - they will be tossed into a whirlwind of lost and scattered thoughts. A library with missing volumes...