cain
" the blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem. "

moodboard | stash

scent: smoke, wine, and night
voice claim: tbd

" he wears the scent of blood like a perfume. "

Baroque build, thick in body with proportionate legs

Massive wings, quadruple his length from muzzle to tail, if not larger

Fanged teeth, a side effect of his vampirism

Blush in color, with darker plum dun factor (leg stripping, shoulder baring, etc)

Minimal sabino, with just a dusty of white on his barrel

Boasts a medusa piercing and earring on his left ear, both silver

His right eye is red, with a jagged, smokey black chimera mark that zags partially down his nape

Left eye is a bright amethyst

Long, slender tail that does not boast or grow hair in a traditional sense

His mane is thick, naturally curled/wavy, with frosty along the top and darker streaks below

Has a single white sock on back left leg, making the hoof cream rather than pink

" i often think the night is more alive and richly colored than the day. "
+ charismatic, patient, confidant
+/- aloof, mysterious
- noncommital, debaucherous, secretive, self-indulgent

Cain is the man who you've seen at all the parties you attend. Somehow he miraculously has an invite to every event or gala. He is always smiling, a smokey, dark smile, as he weaves in and out of conversations with the numerous guests. You never see him stick to one group, or aesthetic, no... Like water he fills any crack in a group, assimilating perfectly into a discussion that had nothing to do with him prior. Is it his silver tongue? His honey-sweet vocabulary? Or just the general pleasantness of his face? You're not sure, but your eyes follow him anyway.

He's as comfortable along the outskirts as an observer as he is celebrating at the heart of an affair. Energy seems to radiate off of him, infecting those nearby to loosen and follow suit. He is like an intoxicating drink; the taste keeps those begging for more, entirely oblivious to how cripplingly inebriated they are. You don't quite understand why this is the case - can a generally attractive exterior and charming voice truly mesmerize so many>

What is clear is his revel in it. Anyone can see the delight that winks and dances through his eyes when someone falls into his hands like modeling clay, ready to be shaped to fit his whims of the night. Some may call this type of man dangerous, perhaps even a predator. In some ways they are right, but you've seen him enough - witnessed him enough - to know that his intentions are not so sinister. Above all, he simply is looking for a good time.

It begs you to wonder, though... what would a man such as Cain do if he was ever bored? A shiver runs down your spine... you're not sure you want to find out.

" wanted - dead or dead. "

Not much is known about the origin of the vampire named Cain. No one's ever heard the stories, and he's not entirely keen on sharing the details. All that can be expected is that he was born, he was raised, he was bitten. Was he a decent child for his mother? Did he terrorize those nearest him before he inevitably became a son of the night? Whether through need or simple dumb luck, there is little in the ways of tracking Cain throughout history - for that is one fact he does flaunt; he is very, very, very old by traditional standards.

In truth, it is obvious Cain delights in the enigma that is his history. No one would have expected such an affluent, party animal was ever a meager child back from the years where infrastructure, if not civilization, did not exist. No one would have considered the beast that is Cain was ever quiet or covered in filth - it is so against his current nature. Not a soul could have thought that Cain had once been wrapped so tightly around his mother's finger, he'd fret for her very security if she was out of sight.

Yet, time changes a man. And Cain is truly changed. He leaves the version of himself he once was where it belongs - in the grave.

" recognize a vampire by the trace of fangs on their victim's throat. " vampirism.

Cain is a child of the night, a conesuer of blood, and wicked beasty. He was turned when he was roughly around 30 (human) years of age, and has existed for thousands of years. Besides his immortality, Cain has increased strength and speed during the night, if not doubled. And, unlike a fledgling vampire, he has the ability to turn others if they so choose (or, well... he decides for them). (*Note: No one will ever be turned without prior player permission).

weaknesses.

certain apotropaics (items specifically utilized to ward off vampires) from legend, surprisingly, seem born in fact. cain turns his nose at the smell of garlic, and hawthorn or rose branches will burn his skin upon contact even at night. a stake craft from such a material-driven through his chest will kill him on contact. unlike some tales, he can, in fact, still cross moving water.

unlike other vampires that can withstand short exposure to sunlight, cain will burn in direct light. exposure longer than several seconds will catch fire.

cain can only turn a single character a year.

during the daytime, even if he is protected in darkness, his heightened strength/speed are nonexistent.

if cain goes too long without feeding, he'll revert to a feral state until the thirst is quenched.

cain suffers from photophobia or the aversion of light. additionally, he can be considered day-blind, as he is not custom to brightly lit areas

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