Name: Thomas Vasilios
Nickname: Wicked
Age: Twenty five | One hundred and thirty nine
Species: Unlike other Vampires, Thomas feeds off of souls versus blood; Which of course he indulges in from time to time. He was not changed like the others either. He was not bitten or scratched, but torn. Some strange woman blabbing on about needing life stole his very soul, not giving it back. But in exchange, he 'ate' hers, becoming a different vampire. Now he searches around like a lost dog, still unsure on what he's searching for exactly. Love? A new soul? More death? Only time will tell.
Appearance: Dark straight hair covers his ears and forehead while his pale skin gleams in that of the moonlight. Thomas is built for strength versus speed but can still keep up with other Vampire's or Hunters. His eyes are a timid golden that seem to change from time to time, varying by his mood or hunger. Normally he sticks to dark clothing so he is to not stand out. A simple black jacket and dark jeans satisfies his 'look'.
Weapon(s): A pair of black saber tooth daggers can be found at his sides, almost always. A few home-made bombs are connected to his belt. If their not properly taken off, one will find it slicing into their fingers, clinging almost, and blowing up moments later. Thomas is smart to say the least. Over the many years he's found his own way to adapt to technology, and his own way to create things. Other then his daggers and bombs, nothing will be found. He isn't too fond of guns. He finds them irrelevant and boring. Why take your kill so fast? Why not make them suffer..
Personality: Most find Thomas smirking as he walks by, not bothering to say hello, just wave and go on his silent way. Though if you happen to be of his race, he'll offer a conversation of your kills or how life's treating you. Maybe if any hunters are in the area. Information; That's all he needs from you. If you're a human, you've found your death. Hunter, same goes for you. Unlike some Vampires, Thomas lives to fight. He carries many weapons with him, varying from blades to home made creations such as his bombs. Oh how he enjoys the look on the face of a hunter when they realize something is ticking on their clothing. Before they can figure out whats going on, their guts are splattered onto the ground.
History: Not much to tell, Thomas has been traveling all over the world, searching and searching. For what? One simple word; Love. Born in 1872, he's been searching for the 'one' ever since. Sometimes he believes there is no one out there, but then that voice enters his mind and everything at ease. Not even he understands the voice, but it always guides him to the right place, keeps him safe, well fed, and happy. Maybe he's just insane. Of maybe it's something more. He hopes to find out soon.