Name: Ink Star Rhodes

Gender: Male

Age: 21

Apparent Age: 19

Place of Birth: New York City

Species: Vampire.

Coven: Currently Independant.

Appearance: With dirty blonde hair, and light auburn-colored eyes, Ink is not at all as his name suggests, nor is he the cliché vampire. Still, durring the night his eyes have a way of becoming somewhat reflective, almost as a cat, and make it extremely easy to see in the dim light, even with the built-in night vision vampires already have. He has a fit, light-weight body, pale skin, and is most like the Nephim coven. He has a single tattoo on the side of his abdomen, an intricate upside-down cross that he got at the young, reckless age of 15. Usually he wears a long-sleeved shirt, and prefers to dress 'well', in more.. sophisticated clothing that most his age would. Still, he makes it look normal and usual, not strange and out-of place on the young lad.

History: Ink was born in a small appartment in the upper East side of New York City to Mary King and John Rhodes. Because his mother had been divorced before her second marriage and the birth of their child, the couple gave the child his father's name so they knew he was his son. He went to Hunter College Elementary school for the first five years of schooling, where it was found that he was surprisingly good at math, and was immediately put into the TAG program. He then went on to the East Side Middle Shool, which he was not at all popular in, and which he struggled through in all subjects but the few that he excelled in.

Ink spent most of his time at the Library, and had a very bad social life. Luckily, when he moved on to the Hunter College High School (due to the success he'd had at their elementary school), he became at least somewhat more popular and wasn't just the math geek in the back of the class. Throughout High School Ink took French and is now completely fluent. The school was extremely difficult, and Ink was often up late into or through the night finishing his homework. In his Senior year he was an exchange student in France, where he was turned.

"C'était une grande partie, eh Robert? Où allons-nous maintenant?" [That was a great party, eh Robert? Where should we go now?] He asked, his voice gently slurred from his intake of alcohol.

"Je pense que vous devriez aller ensuite cette fille chaude, elle étiez voie intéressée à vous." [I think you should go after that hot girl, she was way into you.] Said the man named Robert, a French college student (enrolled at Vincennes in Paris) Ink had met and befriended a few days after arriving in France. He'd invited Ink to tour Paris with him, as well as go to a few of his college parties.

"Pensez ainsi?" [Think so?] He asked, inwardly thrilled at the idea of a French college student being interested in him; a meager American exchange student. "Avez-vous vu où elle est allée après la partie?" [Did you see where she went after the party?]

"Je ne pense pas qu'elle est partie encore." [I don't think she's left yet.] Said Félix, one of Robert's friends who had accompanied them.

"Non? Au cas où je retourner et parler avec elle?" [No? Think I should go back and talk to her? (Actually translated back as: 'Not? If I to turn over and speak with it?' xDD)] He asked, though without waiting for a reply he was sprinting through the dark streets back to the party, rather drunkenly I might add.

After a few dances, and another round or two of beers, Ink found himself lip-locked with a gorgeous blond-haired female in the back alley of the party. He could see the flashing strobe light that was tainted with the red of the many other lights from the party. Extremely disoriented, he took him a minute to realize that he was bleeding all over her, and the moment he began to appologize, her hand held his mouth closed with extreme force. Only a few seconds later, he had become quite light-headed, and was soon limp in the Vampire's arms. After his body was sucked close to dry, not to mention dead, the female fed his blood back into his veins, and a bit into his mouth.

He awoke a few nights later, with the pungent smell of garbage all around him. Clearly he'd been left in a dumpster. For the first week or so of his new existance, Ink refused to believe what he had become, but soon realized if he valued his 'life' at all, he'd need to accept it. It took him over four months to come completely to terms with himself, and another month or so for him to learn more about himself. Almost a year after he was turned, now 19 and a graduate from high school (though of course thought either missing or dead), Ink went through the tedious ordeal of getting himself back to the states, and once back at home, he didn't like it so much. His main reason was that he might be found out by his parents or friends, even with the huge masses of New York. Thus, he moved to Demaitre and learnt of the Covens and the entire Vampire comunity he had steered himself directly into.

Note: I appologize for the shitty French, I'm not at all close to being fluent and had to use a translator. ;c :shot:

Person: Very bold and reckless, Ink is the cliché Fledgeling. Unfortunately, his Sire (I think that's the right term. xD), for God knows what reason, didn't stick around to teach him about being a Vampire. Thus he has had to teach himself and is still learning from his many mistakes. He knows little of proper Vampire ettiquete and isn't afraid to make it known that he is one. Still, he is somewhat reclusive and doesn't like being around humans unless he needs to feed, and has yet to become completely comfortable with other Vampires.

'Gifts' and Dangers: Fire can not harm him, but silver is deadly as well as all Holy objects but his tattoo. Can blend with the shadows, and has a way of making himself extremely inconspicuous. His eyes are very sensetive to sunlight as well as artificial lights, though he is only harmed by direct sunlight. A steak through the heart is another way to kill him. He does not change appearance as he ages, and cannot see his reflection in mirrors, but he can in still water.

I'm going to be completely honest here.

I knew the second I read the first line of French that it was a translator. I was giggling. English slang in French, for me = vraiment drôle.

But it looks good. You're approved.

Eh. I tried. xD Sadly I have yet to take French myself, so I have to rely on the translator until then. D; And I'm just slow. x)