Essence: 131
Status: Alive
Record: 1,857/11,987/0
Friends: 10
Last Seen: Dec 5, 2014 11:09 PM
Character
Level35
Essence131
Age5572 Years
Battle LimiterFull
Alignment6,168
Karma0
Community ScoreNormal Player
Forum Posts6
Battle Stats
Record (W/L/S)1,857 / 11,987 / 0
Win Ratio13.41%
Last KilledBunny Corvinus (11152)
Last Killed ByStrugz (12288)
Coven
CovenNo Coven
Profile
“Morituri te salutamus. In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sanci. Amen.”
Age: 36
Marital Status: Taken
City/Town: London
Country: UK
Recent Status Updates
Don’t let your victories go to your head, or your failures go to your heart.
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About Me
-Full Name-
William ‘Aiden’ Dante Jnr.
-Species-
Vampire
-Date Of Birth-
August 12th, 1891
-Appearance-
A white t-shirt hugs Aiden’s muscled frame, showing off the work of many hard hours of exercise.
A pair of loose navy jeans hang from his waist, a cream belt holding them up with a brass buckle shaped like a snarling wolf’s head.
As always, he wears his plain black trainers, never has he bothered to purchase named brands when they wear out just as quickly.
Aiden’s dark brown hair is kept in a styled, yet scruffy heap. Icy blue eyes look out from under his fringe; their cold glare is enough to make even the devil run.
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His blue eyes searched the darkness, his muscles tensed, locked and carefully formed.
A black T hugged his torso, defining the muscles that lay beneath, and showing the top of the tattoo that occupied the back of his neck and collarbones.
A deadly feature replaced his absent expression, a smirk, a thing of wonder that could be interpreted into many things.
He looked to be only eighteen, his features barely that of adulthood, but as they say, 'one should never judge a book by it's cover' because even a very old book can be remade with a perfectly new and polished leather casing.
That was how he had seen it, and what he believed.
Adorned in a pair of jeans, his feet were encased in a pair of black sneakers, baring no design or pattern, but were obvious to the close eye that they were worn and battered.
He was at least one hundred years old and not afraid of anything that might stand in his way. Or so he thought.
Removing the dark hair from his eyes in one swift movement, the immortal moved from the shadows, his steps careful as he moved about under the watchful eye of the twilight moon.
Sure, the times have changed, but he had not. Why should he? A hunger grew within his stomach, that seemed to creep up and ache his chest and throat, and he could feel his eyes flash an unending shade of black before returning to their icy blue hue.
Dinner time.
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Interests
Ezekiel 25:17
The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides
by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.
Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will,
shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness.
For he is truly his brother's keeper
and the finder of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee
with great vengeance and furious anger
those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.
And you will know I am the Lord,
when I lay my vengeance upon you.
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