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Posted 10 January 2011 - 12:54 PM

Name: Crimson Rose

Age/Birthdate: 240 but looks like he’s in his late 20’s

Origin/Hometown: London

Gender: Male

Race/Ethnicity/Species: Old Blood Vampire

Height: 6’4

Weight: 195

Eye/Hair Color: Crimson Eyes, Black Hair

Universe
: Black Blood Brothers

General Physical Appearance:

Crimson stands at the height of 6 feet 4 inches with a rather muscular build. His weight is mainly consisted of pure muscles so his body looks a lot neater then most people around his weight class. Crimson has mocha colored skin and his black hair sits messily on top of his head falling down on the sides randomly. Crimson face has no blemishes or even signs of puberty but he contains a scar that crosses on a diagonal slant on right eye. Crimson sports little gold earrings in each ear.

Crimson sports a rather weird fashion style. His wears a black cotton pea coat with white lining around the whole coat and the wrists region being purely white. He wears a pair of black slacks and a pair of black shoes. His fashion style is surely going to change as he grows older.

Personality Traits:


Crimson personality has always been one to switch. Living as long as he has he had to switch it up to fit the era he lived in. During the past decade or so, Crimson has become more carefree and more enthusiastic about nature around him. He's polite to most people and even holds off killing humans but rather instead drink a blood pack or animal blood. During battle his personality doesn't change that much. He likes to toy around with the opponent or prey for awhile before things get serious. When things heat up however, he goes all out. A simple word from the opponent makes him angry and even more aggressive. Guess he doesn't believe no one should disrespect the Great Crimson Rose.


Behavioral Traits:

Crimson behaves like a normal human being in most cases. He walks the streets with his hands in his pocket. He gazes at the sun very often and he evens polite when it comes to speaking. However, when he's hungry for blood or is in a heated battle things switch up. His hands remove from his pockets and his body shivers for a few seconds in anticipation to feed or to kill. His gazing eyes turn from the sun onto the prey and stay gazing the whole time.




Talents/Skills/Magick, etc:


Physical Prowess: As a vampire Crimson has all the features of what one would think a vampire would possess. Being an old blood however, makes Crimson even stronger than any vampire that is younger than him. With his increased speed, strength, eyesight, reflexes and raw power Crimson is not one to be toyed with. He also has the power or regeneration when he drinks blood packs, or any form of blood that’s not his own.

Magical Prowess: Crimson is a direct descendant of the War god Asura bloodline just like his master Zelman Clock. Having this bloodline allows Crimson Eye Ignite; the ability to create and control fire at his will. The bloodline also has given Crimson the ability of Hide Hand; the power to manipulate objects; such as move them, break them, levitate them ect… As a vampire Crimson also has the power of flight.

Mental Prowess: Crimson is not one to act out of anger and jump full into a battle without analyzing his opponent or prey. He watches their moves and mannerism very closely before making a decision. Crimson also can think on his feet rather well and maneuvers out of some tricky situations with ease.

Biography/History, etc:

Crimson was born February 19th, 1786 in London with a wealthy family. Growing up was easy and Crimson’s life seemed like it would come and go like every ordinary person in the world. However one fateful night while trudging through some woods he had fell prey to a vampire attack. The unknown vampire attack out of pure hunger and Crimson was sure his life was over. In a distance a man saw Crimson and quickly came and quelled the vampire before it could strike the fatal blow and drain Crimson’s blood. Lying at death doors the man spoke softly as Crimson’s eye begin to close. “Do you want to live” Crimson gurgled yes as the slash across his chest begin to inflict massive pain. With a cut of his finger the man placed some of his blood on Crimson’s lips and told him to swallow. At that very moment the pain of the slash would be light compared to the pain that he was now going through. Every bone, muscles and vein in his body begin to feel a burning sensation and he felt as if something was eating him from the inside out.

A few hours had passed since Crimson went through with living and he was finally waking up when he noticed he wasn’t in the forest anymore, but instead at fancy house. A man stood before Crimson with Crimson hair and Crimson eyes and spoke “I saved you, the other with Crimson Eyes. Now you are a one like me and the one that tried to kill you. Yes it’s true you are now a vampire of the bloodline from the War God Asura”. Crimson recognized the voice immediately and let out a slight chuckle. He had a feeling the man was no ordinary man and that he wouldn’t be either after his ordeal, but he couldn’t fathom anything like this happening.

A hundred years had passed since Crimson was turned by the man he began to know as Zelman who taught him the basics of his powers and how to control them over the years. Seeing that Crimson was strong enough and could do the War God proud, Zelman took his leave. 128 years old Crimson wandered the world year after year. Never aging, never dying while everyone around him perished. Love wasn’t an option for Crimson and death was everywhere. Crimson personality had changed about 15 times as the era changed.

Now at the age of 240 Crimson now feels the need to go out of his ordinary exploring the world, but instead go look to battle. Crimson is neither good nor evil, but a battle with a great warrior or a few great warriors may turn Crimson into something better then what Zelman had anticipated; a new War God.

*After battles with him I will probably update his profile.*

A girl, she sits alone on a pitch black night, sad, as nights dark veil descends, but low, the moon nestles into the sky, silvery and full, banishing the dark once it came, when dawn breaks, the night of atonement quietly departs

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