radu [wip]

name: radu 
age: 560. born october 2, 1458 and looks around 50.
height: 6'2
build: lanky and lean
skin the color of aged lace, and risen veins weave along his neck and fingers. beetle eyes sunken and bibbed by smudges—the results of a poor diet. hair (the same dark shade) is shoulder length and tied back. 

vampirism has leant him four fangs (modified canines and lateral incisors), regeneration, and death by sunlight—which nulls his powers and kills within half an hour of constant exposure. fifteen minutes incapacitates. brief time in the sun causes burns only blood can heal.

his bloodline can soothe humans, but it requires extended eye-contact. as he did not inherit true hypnotism, taking blood from humans can be difficult....

personality
has a certain stillness about him. raises both hands in surrender at the first scent of an argument. lackadaisical and kind, he likes small talk and picking up information on the world through it. volunteers the night shift at elderly care homes; feels a kinship with them, and desires to watch the fading threads of old eras. 

thinks he is wholly untouchable and walks through the streets unburdened. often hands out money to his kin; aware of the victims to their own patterns, but still funds them with a smile unmarred by judgment. hard to anger or disappoint (he's seen everything), but when brought out, lines cheesier than the cheapest of old horror flicks will start cascading from his mouth—peppered with some romanian.

despite his carefree attitude, he does discourage his kin from wanton turning and feeding. has a protective instinct that's difficult to swallow down. 

quirks
-bad habit of picking up bugs and just fucking eating them. has to be yelled at to stop.
-sips tea for the taste (nothing beats a turkish brand).
-spends many nights curled in a bean chair reading fantasy novels.
-enamored by dogs but can't stand their short life-spans—can be found petting the rare stranger’s at night, melancholic.

fashion
fog coats, old suits, dress shoes that went out of style thirty years ago (who can tell). bemoans the loss of leather pants but still has lots of leather jackets he breaks out. 

history
-love of worn castles came from the one he was born in.
-a beloved brother, a mother kind enough to bleed. they raced on the finest horses the ottoman empire could offer.
-flew on the high of his given gift, enjoyed the fear and awe he could instill. 
-over that now. 
-his partners were all swallowed by time. he couldn't give them answers. 
-lived months on ships off of rats and insects. seeing the buzzing things brings out an old instinct for survival.
-late 19th century reestablished his wealth into modern currency. moved to america.
-gave up on clans for the 20th century. is now prone taking in wayward vamps.