Post by ::Zane:The:Insane:: on Aug 26, 2009 23:41:10 GMT -5
Identity: Zane Milo Darke
Known to Public As: Zane the vampire, ironically.
Side:Villain
Information: Zane is a highly dangerous vampire who, when taken over by his inner demon, is ruthless and malevolent. The regular Zane tries to be as civil and non-evil as possible. The demon side of him occasionally destroys the real Zane's good intentions and turns them evil. No one has ever considered the two Zanes being the same person; as a demon, he usually wears a black mask and cloak, which usually gives him the appearance of a modern Zorro.
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Power Class: Shape-shifting: Vampirsism
Powers: Lvl 2 Vampirism
Zane can only enter somewhere when invited, is repelled by garlic, sacramental bread, and holy objects. He can only cross water at low or high tide.
He are, however, is immune to most damage. Only decapitation is a permanent way to kill him. This is the only power Zane retains in direct sunlight.
As long as he consumes blood, he does not age. For each week he does not consume blood, he ages a month. A year of not missing a daily dose of blood will allow him to, at will, revert a month of aging.
Enhanced strength (2 times normal person)
Power Origin: Mutation
Weight: 157lbs
IQ: 110
Age: 18
Weakness(es): Garlic, Sacramental Bread, Sunlight, & Holy Objects
Phobia: Fears the usual stuff, but only when he is in his 'normal' state.
Fame/Infamy/Reputation: Infamy 1
Backstory:
My name is Zane. I have a nice bedtime story for you...
It was the day after my twentieth birthday. The church preaching for this Sunday was over and I was just leaving the building. Right as I exited the building, I saw a man dressed in black standing in the shadows of a tree. I quickly walked past him and through the graveyard since it was the path that led to home. Suddenly, I was yanked from my feet and into the shadows of the forest.
A sharp pain stung in the side of my neck and I begun to get dizzy. I heard shouting, but it sounded distant. I felt the hands that grasped my shoulders release me and I fell to the ground. Some strange, unidentifiable pain was spreading through my veins, burning and agonizing.
I saw the blurry figure of the man in black disappearing further into the trees of the forest, then someone else was running toward me. The priest, I recognized him. He looked at me with sorrowful eyes and touched the twin wholes in my neck. I stared at him back pleadingly, choking on my own blood when I tried to speak.
The priest pulled something silver from his pocket and raised it in the air above me. I think it was a cross or something. Without warning, he brought the object down with much force in the center of my chest. It hurt much more than it should have. Then something strange happened. Something pushed the cross away from me, and the priest was blown back too. Something told me that the silver cross had not pierced my heart.
Around me, the headstones of the graveyard seemed to stand out against everything else. I felt something crawling into me, a dark, ominous feeling as it seeped through the whole in my chest. It felt like there were becoming two of me inside my soul... but the other part wasn't quite me. A demon was uniting with the vampire in my soul. I suddenly felt the urge to kill. And so I did. My first victim was the priest...
Known to Public As: Zane the vampire, ironically.
Side:Villain
Information: Zane is a highly dangerous vampire who, when taken over by his inner demon, is ruthless and malevolent. The regular Zane tries to be as civil and non-evil as possible. The demon side of him occasionally destroys the real Zane's good intentions and turns them evil. No one has ever considered the two Zanes being the same person; as a demon, he usually wears a black mask and cloak, which usually gives him the appearance of a modern Zorro.
Pic:
Power Class: Shape-shifting: Vampirsism
Powers: Lvl 2 Vampirism
Zane can only enter somewhere when invited, is repelled by garlic, sacramental bread, and holy objects. He can only cross water at low or high tide.
He are, however, is immune to most damage. Only decapitation is a permanent way to kill him. This is the only power Zane retains in direct sunlight.
As long as he consumes blood, he does not age. For each week he does not consume blood, he ages a month. A year of not missing a daily dose of blood will allow him to, at will, revert a month of aging.
Enhanced strength (2 times normal person)
Power Origin: Mutation
Weight: 157lbs
IQ: 110
Age: 18
Weakness(es): Garlic, Sacramental Bread, Sunlight, & Holy Objects
Phobia: Fears the usual stuff, but only when he is in his 'normal' state.
Fame/Infamy/Reputation: Infamy 1
Backstory:
My name is Zane. I have a nice bedtime story for you...
It was the day after my twentieth birthday. The church preaching for this Sunday was over and I was just leaving the building. Right as I exited the building, I saw a man dressed in black standing in the shadows of a tree. I quickly walked past him and through the graveyard since it was the path that led to home. Suddenly, I was yanked from my feet and into the shadows of the forest.
A sharp pain stung in the side of my neck and I begun to get dizzy. I heard shouting, but it sounded distant. I felt the hands that grasped my shoulders release me and I fell to the ground. Some strange, unidentifiable pain was spreading through my veins, burning and agonizing.
I saw the blurry figure of the man in black disappearing further into the trees of the forest, then someone else was running toward me. The priest, I recognized him. He looked at me with sorrowful eyes and touched the twin wholes in my neck. I stared at him back pleadingly, choking on my own blood when I tried to speak.
The priest pulled something silver from his pocket and raised it in the air above me. I think it was a cross or something. Without warning, he brought the object down with much force in the center of my chest. It hurt much more than it should have. Then something strange happened. Something pushed the cross away from me, and the priest was blown back too. Something told me that the silver cross had not pierced my heart.
Around me, the headstones of the graveyard seemed to stand out against everything else. I felt something crawling into me, a dark, ominous feeling as it seeped through the whole in my chest. It felt like there were becoming two of me inside my soul... but the other part wasn't quite me. A demon was uniting with the vampire in my soul. I suddenly felt the urge to kill. And so I did. My first victim was the priest...