Name: Taylor Fubuki

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Height: 5 feet 11 inches

Weight: 152 lbs.

Race: Dhampier (Half Vampire)

Weapons: Pocket knife with a four-inch serrated blade, fangs and claws, natural strength and agility

Appearance: Tall, with wiry muscles and fair skin, he has a rather feminine sort of look to him. His hair is cut in the 'emo' style, shorter in back with his bangs swept over his face. He doesn't do it for fashion. Along the zygomatic arch (the bone) of his right eye is a pale and slightly upraised scar from a burn he recieved as a child. He doesn't like being asked questions about it. For some reason, his right eye is yellow, and has a slitted pupil, whereas his left is a cobalt blue. His nails are long and usually painted black, and his canines are sharp and pointed, exactly what one would expect of someone with a vampire for a father. He has a piercing in his left eyebrow, the middle of his lower lip, his tongue, and several in both of his ears, which are slightly longer than a human's, coming to a point instead of rounding off. He tends to wear baggy jeans, usually faded out and torn up with huge holes in the knees, and a black t-shirt, sometimes with a long-sleeve fishnet shirt under it. He also wears a lot of bracelets, mostly the stretchy plastic type, a variety of rings, and a black leather collar with a buckle. On his left ring finger is a silver band with an inscription on the inside that reads: Love is Blind. If it's cold, he has a long coat to keep warm, and a scarf to go with it.

Personality: A very quiet and reserved person, his severe sociophobia keeps him from making many friends. He often acts cold and tough, a trait acquired from the abuse he recieved when he was younger, but deep down is a very emotional and complex person. At heart, all he wants to do is make other people happy, even if he gets hurt in the process. Because of this, he is easily manipulated by cruel people, adding to his sense of worthlessness. He tends to get in fights because of his strong sense of chivalry, and is quite the raver when he has a chance, more comfortable on the dance floor than anywhere else.

History: When he was young, nobody ever wanted to be around him, and picked on him mercilessly because he was a halfbreed, so considered weak. His mother was a human blood doll, and his father was a fairly young vampire, prone to lust and passion, who fell in love with his prey. Taylor has never forgiven his parents for making him what he is today. At one point, his father left and took another lover, this a panther demon, and in doing so sired Taylor's half brother, Takun, and his half sister, Kaylee.
Throughout childhood, he was seen as inferior to some, a monster to others, and was never truly accepted by anyone but his mother and father, for whom he had nothing but disdain. Even now, despite his father's death, he claims to still hate him.
Something of a prodigy, he graduated highschool when he was sixteen and went straight to college with several scholarships, where he now majors in quantum physics. He plays bass guitar and sings backup in a band with his half brother when he isn't studying (or out at a club).
Diagnosed with hemophilia when he was young, he took classes to learn how to stitch deep wounds, and uses this skill frequently. A vicious urge to see and drink blood, acquired from his father, makes it necessary for him to either feed or starve. His mother being a blood doll, his own blood is sufficient enough to sustain him for short periods of time.

Abilities: He has the strength and agility of most vampires, both of which are severely heightened when he is in a Bloodlust. He heals very fast, but, being a hemophiliac, loses a great deal of blood. This is the trigger for most of his Bloodlusts, so, though he is faster and stronger, he is also more clumsy and mindless, so, in a sense, easier to overcome in a fight. From his father he acquired the ability to hypnotize people with his eyes, forcing his will on theirs to make them more willing 'victims'. He rarely usues tis ability, as it makes him feel too much like the monster he has always believed he was.

Sample Post: A chilled breeze soughed across the landscape, carrying with it large, fluffy flakes of snow that drifted to the earth and added to an already inch-thick blanket of white. Footsteps marred the immaculate expanse, leading up a hill at the outskirts of a deep forest. At the zenith of a fifteen-foot cliff, a dark figure sat with one leg swung over the precipice, the other brought up. The wind ruffled ink-black tresses that hung in a wave over the right side of an excessively androgynous face, concealing the eye and cheek. A single cobalt blue eye, unhidden by the glossy obsidian locks, glowed eerily in the silver light cast by a waxing moon. Flecks of snow fell on a slender form covered by a thick black overcoat and long scarf, white dots contrasting the dark fabric. Pointed ears, each pierced numerous times by silver studs and hoops, were encased by headphones that blared guitars and vocals in an otherwise silent world.