Leslie Thompson

Vital Statistics:

Name: Leslie Tyberieus Thompson
Age/Grade:
Actual Age: 798
Apperance: 17
Race: Vampire
Gender: Male
Height: Six Feet
Weight: 160 Pounds
Appearance:


Relations:

Sexuality: He's very much straight. He often seduces women when he needs to feed and will take advantage of the more self conscience ones. He doesn't normally act in a very sexual way, only when he's thirsty and preying on innocent women.
Preferences: Leslie preys mainly on blond women though he has been known to switch it up sometimes. Having lived as long as he has he no longer has very definite fetishes.
Likes: Tea, books, technology, history, fencing.
Dislikes: Bullies, old grudges, know-it-alls, pointless ventures.


Back story:
History: Martin was born unto a blacksmith in the middle ages. When he turned 17 the crusaders were passing through town and they demanded better weapons in return for their safety. Being a single father and very proud, he refused to give them the weapons unless they paid for them. The crusaders killed his father and Leslie ran into the enchanted forest to hide. They were too cowardly to follow him.

Once the soldiers left Leslie began crying uncontrollably. He was then approached by a man. "What ails yee?" he asked.

Martin recounted his story, making sure to emphasis the hatred he felt toward the crusaders. "I hate them. Why wouldn't they just pay like normal people? They think they're better than the rest of us. Us who have to actually work to earn a living."

"What would you do to get revenge on them?"

Leslie looked up at the man, square in the eye, with an unflinching gaze. "Anything."

"Very well." Said the man, undaunted. He quickly turned his head to the side and bit Martin on the neck and left him writhing in pain as the venom spread throughout his body. It burned him throughout his body. Spreading to each cell until his entire body lay cold among the earth, roots, and leaves.

He woke, at long last, with a thirst unlike any he had ever felt before. He sat up and immediately heard the heartbeat of several nearby animals. One of which was a rabbit that was sniffing at his toe. He gently picked up the bunny and stared at it for a moment before ravaging at it's flesh.

Martin spent the next few years getting used to his new vampiric powers. He found out that he could topple trees, leap over castle's, and prevent his venom from infecting other humans. (It was the enchanted forest because vampire's were frequently made there and now there's a herd of vampiric deer running through it.)

The years after that, he spent gathering information on the crusader's and plotting their downfall. One night, he snuck into their strong hold and drained every last one of them dry. He left one small group of them alive, however. He dragged these men into the open courtyard of their castle and patiently waited for them to wake. He walked out of the shadows and announced, "My name is Martin Neolius. You killed my father. Prepare to die." He hissed at the smirking men and chased them down like the dogs they were and brutally murdered them. He didn't even bother to drink a drop of their blood.

Martin spent the next decade of his undead life, trying to figure out what to do with himself. He decided that he wanted to live in luxury. So, he went to work as a blacksmith. After all, he had new found strength and endurance and could make blades in no time. He also decided he should change his name.

He spent the rest of his life like this, changing his name moving from place to place, amassing a large sum of money along the way, not needing certain things made it easier to save. He even contributed to some of the major wars throughout history, such as the Anglo-french wars, the french revolution, the american war for independance, both world wars, etc.

In need of a change in pace a scenery he decided to enroll at Nexus Academy as Leslie Thompson. A mysterious transfer student he enters the school as a senior.

Approved

Awesome!! That was fast too! ^.^

Lol that's how i roll