Name: December Lanaen. (otherwise known as Deci)
Age: twenty-five by mortal years.
Race: vampire.
Appearence: December is tall; maybe 5'11, with a, lithe frame. His body itself is rather slender, yet this merely adds to his graceful appearence. Deci's hair hangs in a sheet of jet silk, reaching just above his shoulder-blades; stray tresses often snake their way down to his eyes, which are a vivid cerulean, flickering with electricity.
His skin is like ivory; unflawed and untainted. A blush never rising to stain his perfect, alabaster cheeks.
His lips can vary in colour; at times they can be almost blue, other times they are dyed with scarlet, curving at inappropriate times into a preternatural, icy smile.
Background: December was raised as the son of a wealthy baron in France, wanting for nothing, and never being denied his own way.
His mother had been a Gypsy before she was forced into marriage with Deci's father.
This woman's way of remaining free, was to pass on a certain quality to her son; electricity.
When the boy was first born, nothing seemed unusual about him; merely that his eyes held a vivid, azure flame.
Yet as he grew, it became apparent that he gave off a static of some kind... this December managed to keep quiet; discovering that the main source of this electricity was in his fingertips.
As time went on, the young man grew to quite a state of arrogance, using his strange power to seduce, and hypnotize people. One touch to the fingertip, and a healing kiss was all that it took.
Leaving the comfort of his home, December voyaged once or twice to Rome, Spain and England, yet always he returned to his beloved Paris.
Upon returning to his chateu, at the age of twenty-five, December found his home, and grounds almost deserted.
With his usual obnoxious attitude, the young man decided not to bother travelling elsewhere, or even to find of his mother and father were safe. He merely went to bed... all that night his sleep was disturbed, uet the wine in his veins prevented him from waking.
As the morning light broke through the windows; the winter sun throwing its weak rays across December's face, the man awoke to find his life changed forever.
Two marks upon his neck.
Fleeing from his native country, the fledgling vampire took to roaming, never resting, and never returning to his beautiful Paris.
(Hehehe... rather rushed... comments are appreciated. ^__^]
*laughs*