Verixas Klazin

Character

• Statistics

  • Name: Verixas Klazin
  • Gender: Male
  • Nicknames: Veri, Vex
  • Race: Human (Vampire)
  • Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  • Age: 93 (25 at death)
  • Body Type: Lightly Muscular
  • Height: 5'11"
  • Weight: Healthy
  • Complexion: Ghostly Pale
  • Hair: Faded Blond
  • Eyes: Grey-Green
  • Handedness: Ambidextrous, 60/40 L/R
  • Scars: Bite Marks (Neck, faded)
  • Relationship Status: Single

• Description

  Physical Appearance:
  
  Physical Details:
  Appears weather-worn yet mysteriously youthful, looking to be a male in his mid-twenties despite the pale grey skin that seems to have lost life in it a long time ago. What once was glimmering blond locks on his head have a faded, dusty grey tint to it, dulling the colour some, kept short and straight to keep it from interfering with his vision. Even his emerald green eyes have faded of colour over time, giving the impression that he has fully embraced the vampiric touch but has yet to master it to restore his body to how it once was. He probably has much to learn about being a vampire, and even more to learn about what else he has the potential to master.
  
  Clothing & Trinkets
  Often he prefers his dusty crimson tunic, covering his arms and chest, simple buttons upon the front. Underneath he would have a worn leather vest to protect his torso and would wear thin leather fingerless gloves on his hands (unless he is in a sheltered place, where he would take these off beforehand). Over his legs he would wear black-dyed jeans, secured in place by a thick leather belt with a simple iron clasp, his steel-capped boots also black but with scattered flakes of dirt and dust in equal measure. On the topic of his belt, he keeps a lot of various tools and trinkets along it, from a sleeve that holds some sort of rod to a large flask designed to contain liquids, from a folded bag he uses to carry large goods to a pack that holds various food-related adornments (including a small container with a brush for spreading a honey-like substance over things such as meats), even a hunting knife designed to carve and separate meat slotted around the back, a lot of this developed from his experience as a loner and self-reliant hunter.
  
  Upon his upper right arm would be a black tattoo of a Celtic-style cross and his upper left would have one of a red heart, with a black-outlined ribbon that had the words "Love Thyself" written upon it. Though not a tattoo, his back would bear a tattoo-like mark of interlocking black lines, forming a circle across the entirety of his back, of which he has no knowledge or information about at this time. Around his neck is a loose-fitting golden plate choker that covers the mark upon his neck, with several small gold chains on the front that each hold a memento of his past, from pictures of what he once loved to his only child, to pictures of his parents, all contained in a small shell that hides neatly underneath his leather vest, one would assume by choice rather than by chance.
  
  PERSONALITY:
  
  Rather cold and blunt in how he confronts others, he often finds himself getting into confrontations, though often this is due to his short temper with those who trigger one of his many dislikes, top of the list being anyone thinking highly of themselves and anyone trying to flirt their way into his life. He's normally a loner, not seeking any companions but sometimes finding companions in the most unlikely of places, though his loner mentality is very much by choice: Events of his past leaves him depending only on himself and it takes something for him to even want to work with someone else. He does show moments of caring about others, often if there is something he can relate to with them, but otherwise he doesn't work on building friendships or connections, especially with people who haven't proven themselves as worth his trust - and so far, nobody has.
  
  WEAPON:
  
  Upon his belt rests two lightly curved sheaths, both looking simple in design save for the blade-side edge, which seems reinforced compared to the rest of the sheath. Hilts are gold-plated steel with leather hand grips, the base of the grip looking like it has an interlocking mechanism of some sort. If Verixas were to unsheathe these lightly curved blades, they would have a very detailed carving in the steel plating, the imagery from it evoking an interweaving Celtic pattern, the metal oxidised to appear a rich blood red in hue, but the most distinctive part is the blade itself, looking vastly of higher quality than the metal encasing it. In fact, for those knowledgeable of such metals, this is a solidified blade of alchemical silver, sanctified and treated to explicitly harm any unnatural being it touches, from vampires to werecreatures and anything of ethereal origin. Even himself. Though it is not a feature he will use often, he can interlock the blades with a specially designed rod that he keeps in a sleeve along his belt, which can lock the two blades into place with the push of a button, making it a unique weapon that is purely used to form himself as a whirlwind of destruction.
  
  POWERS:
  
  None...yet. They have to be unlocked for him to discover his latent talents.