Wrapped.

Vision Alöis Baldemär. 1789.

- A threat to all, loved by none yet desired by many. The stoic man, standing at the height of 6'7. Intimidating to anybody that entered his vicinity. Ivory skin that almost resembled glass, golden eyes that represented the lack of bloodthirst at this particular time. His jaw line, clenching and unclenching every so often. This man was not to be messed with. To say he had a dark past was an immense understatement. The amount of blood on the anger-ridden man's hands was enough to populate a country. Eyes flicking red, teeth growing out- sharp, white and pointed. Ripping and tearing the sugary sweet flesh from the bodies of any being that got in his way, the German male fended for himself and held his own- not that he had much choice, his family dying out longer ago than he can remember. 228 years old in the body of his 27 year old self; the age he was turned. The age that his life ended and his death began.