Lucius Mistwalker

Name: Lucius Mistwalker

Mate:  Desi'Andrea Sabine (On again off again type of relationship)

Age:  somewhere around 1800 to 1900, at least, that's what he thinks, appears roughly 32.

Height:  5'11”, though his presence makes you feel like he is taller

Weight:  163 pounds on average

Scent: very neutral, a touch of wood, and, ironically, very very faintly of garlic

Species:  Vampire

Voice:  similar to Christopher Lee

Birthday:  born, March 18, raised/returned, May 2, 30 years later

Alignment:  Lawful Evil

Powers:  

With eye contact, he can reach into your mind and draw out your worst fears, able to make you experience them, and relive the worst moments of your life.
Able to exude an aura that can elicit multiple feelings, joy, sadness, anger, that sort of thing.
Transfer vampirism, aka, able to turn others into vampires
Thrall creation, doesnt quite kill you, but, if he drains you enough, he can rejuvenate you, and force you to do his biding
Perception shift, if you are looking at him, this shifts your focus making it difficult to near impossible to look directly at him and notice him.  It messed with your mind.
Surface Telepathy, able to skim the surface thoughts of those around him, but only in a limited area, and there are ways to shield ones mind.
Not so much a power, but he has a few different sets of retinas, allowing him to see in a greatly expanded range of wavelengths.
Voice of Power - he can give an order, influencing the one he is talking to with his will, or at least cutting to the core of their being.  It can be resisted and even ignored, but it will always be felt.

Strengths and Weaknesses.

Strengths
Enhanced speed, enhanced strength, enhanced reflexes, the typical gambit of vampire stuff.
Holy relics, to his experience so far, do not cause him any harm.

Weaknesses
Silver Nitrate injected into his body
Various high amounts of damage, but this can be mitigated by getting him blood in sufficient quantities quickly enough.  
large caliber bullets, like 50 caliber, but, who wouldnt that kill?
Burn him to ashes and mix them into concrete, though really just burning him to ashes would be sufficient.
If you can reduce him to an atomic level, and dissipate him, that would do the job as well.
While sun wont kill him, regardless of the amount of time he spends in it, it will weaken him to on par with the average human.


Personality:  Calm, collected, calculating.  Most things he does are to further his own goals, or the goals of those that he deems worthy of him caring about.  However he is capable of compassion, its just doled out sparingly.

Description.
By no means the largest of individuals, he is by no means a pushover either.  Get his shirt off and the expected well defined pectorals and shredded abs are indeed present.  Guess thats one bonus to being one of the best killing machines ever to exist.  His eyes are golden with hints of silver around the edges.  White skin without being pale, and hair that he can control the color of to help him attract and draw in prey, so it changes and shifts.  
Probably one of the most surprising aspects of his body that, only those he allows to see, or his prey, are his wings.  They are normally hidden tucked up under the jacket of his suit, but once unfurled, they stretch out to 13 feet tip to tip.  And yes, he can fly.


Belongings.
He enjoys wearing suits, largely to hide his wings, so he has a decent selection.
A cane that was once a scepter when he ruled his own kingdom.
A silver cross that he wears.  This was given to him by his devoutly catholic mother when he was a child transitioning to being a man.


History.

He was born to peasant parents, the middle of 9 children.  Could he have had a better childhood? Sure, a bit more to eat, not falling prey to the attentions of the local priest, hey, there were even questionable men of the cloth back then.  Beyond that though, he was raised in a loving household by loving parents.  At around 16, he became an apprentice to a merchant who ran a traveling trading caravan.  This exposed him the metropolitan world of Rome.  Upon reaching the age of majority, he remained with the merchant, having developed a keen mind and an eye for a barter opportunity.  The older man had never married, seeing there was no point in that he had been a castrato, but was released from service as a court singer after an injury to his vocal cords.  The old man passed away when Lucius was 23, and having no children of his own, left it all to his apprentice cum business parter.  Lucius then ran his business in relative anonymity for the next 8 years.  Though, in his 32nd year, he was struck with a disease that would eventually go on to spawn the bubonic plague a few hundred years later.  As he lay knowing he would die, a vision of beauty and grace came upon him.  Her name was Aurelia, and she was the one who killed, and then raised, him.  After teaching the basics of being an undead, she was eventually captured and burned at the stake for being a witch.

Over the next thousand years or so, he continued to trade and grow his fortune.  As well as his own power.  He got involved with multiple cabals and covens over the years and was involved in multiple conflicts, ranging from individual battles to out and out wars.  After one particularly brutal battle, he met Desi Sabine. At this point, the ruling council, a bunch of bitter old parasites leeching off of the younger vampires.  Yes, he knows thinking of them as parasites and leeches is ironic, but its how he sees them.  The council at this point was decimated.  So, he and Desi worked to rebuild, shaping things as he saw fit.  And it worked for a time, but, then things fell apart somewhere.  Now, he has come to these lands to, take control? He is not sure, in fact, all he remembers, is waking up here.  So, for now, he must build his base, plan, and bide his time.