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Name: Aoi

Age:

Actual: 1,870

Appears: 27

Race: Vampire

He stands about 171 cm, with jet-black hair that is usually pulled upwards in some sort of fashion. His form is lithe, somewhat lanky, but never weak. Perhaps the most prominent detail in his features is the piercing on his lip, something that draws attention to what he considers his best feature. His preferred attire is usually a mix of red, black, silver, white, or violet.

Aoi is fairly calm and patient in nature. He takes pride in taking on the role of a polite gentleman, always willing to oblige. Despite his age, he seems rather playful and always appreciative of humor. It is not difficult to extract a smile from him, for he believes life is too precious to be melancholy. He has an eternity, so why not spend it in a good nature? His victims even have a bit of fun before being lured in as his dinner -- he makes sure to entertain and delight them in the best way possible before their unfortunate fate. Life is a game.

He is somewhat of a social individual, especially when compared to others of his own kind, who often tend to be withdrawn or too involved in their own world. He enjoys tasteful dance and music of any kind, preferably classic. If something saddens him, he is usually one to keep these feelings internal, not wanting to impose them on anyone else. He doesn't anger very easily, but he has a rather nasty bite when provoked.

Aoi's personality as a human was essentially the same as it is now. He was raised in one of the earliest courts in Japanese aristocracy, and the habit of keeping his sadness concealed from others was especially implemented here. He spent most of his childhood and adolesence outdoors and in his own world, painting the scenic mountains, writing poetry, and meditating. He was happy, until he learned that it was his father's wish to become a samurai.

Initially, Aoi was completely against killing. He completely refused to bring honor to his family in this way, The message of Buddhism was just beginning to spread throughout the upper classes of Japan, and Aoi had taken to its teachings. He ran away in order to escape from his training, and he continued for three days and two nights towards north.

Night was a dangerous time for a youth who was completely defenseless and now penniless. He was ambushed by a pack of thieves in the woods, the likes of which only grew more aggressive upon finding out that Aoi had nothing to offer them. He was rescued by a mysterious figure from above, who was soon to become his best friend and mentor for years to come. A vampire. He was someone who offered Aoi shelter and food in a lodging nearby, only asking for a drink of blood every now and then. He was now happy to paint, write, and explore to his heart's content.

This unnamed vampire unfortunetly got a bit carried away a few days before it was to be Aoi's 26th birthday. He had gotten too confident, and took too much of Aoi's blood for the boy to survive without... well.

And that was how he came to be. No glorious ambush, no tender ritual, no trickery. It was merely a way to correct a mistake. He was initially angry at his friend's stupid mistake and solution, and thus, left him. He was on the move once more. This time, he followed his newly acquired senses to a place by the name of Kyuusho Kyusai. If he was to be an outcast now, he would might as well make friends. Looks like he would have to modify his thoughts and beliefs about killing now.

He has hundreds of journals filled with vivid descriptions of history through his perspective now, over 1,000 years worth of it. This has become a sort of hobby, and he keeps these journals neatly organized in his library.