Name: Jicho (gee-KO)

Gender: Male

Age: 1034

Apparent Age:46

Place of Birth: Africa (in what is now Kenya)

Species: Vampire.

Coven: Independent

Appearance: Jicho stands at 6' 7'' leaving him gazing down on much of the population. His ebony skin is still as dark as it was in life. His face and body are covered in scars a reminder of his life before being changed. It is to be noted however, that these scars were inflicted upon him willingly, and are marks of rank and prestige. He seldom wears more than a pair of pants which vary in style according to availability and current company. When around others he wears a mask from his home lands and only a select few have seen his face.

Vampiric Traits: Jicho is a hunter by his very nature and his gifts since rebirth have seen a maturation toward this use. Aside from the incredibly heightened senses granted to some of his kind he has also developed the ability to ''zoom in'' on a specific point with his eyes in the sense of 'Vampiric Binoculars'. He has also developed the ability to project his sight great distances from his body so that he may be sitting in a room apparently meditating but 1, 5, 10, or 50 miles away he is following a particular mark. He must be meditating to do this and about 99% of his awareness has left his body so he is rather defenseless physically. He is very allergic to the sun and would die in minutes even in indirect sunlight, however he is able to wake during the day as easily as a human in closed quarters. The extreme light sensitivity also makes his eyes more susceptible to to the bright lights of a city, but grants him better sight in the dark than most.

History: In Africa little history was ever recorded by the tribal peoples and much of what would seem monumental at the time of its happening has been lost due to this. Jicho or Dantu as he was known then, was born to a tribe the name of which time and even he himself, has forgotten. Most of his memories from his life as a human have been lost, in fact, save for the times of great change. He can remember when he became a man at the age of thirteen. Circumcision was the the price he paid that day. He can also remember the first time he went on the hunt. The jungle cat he killed that day cost him the man he knew as Father. There was the time that he took a wife, and was first allowed to join the council. And when his wife died leaving him disgraced. Then he would tell you he remembers nothing until a Shaman found him and took him in. Teaching him the ways of magic and medicine, a gift which cost him his flesh and blood.
But out of all of the memories from his life as a human one stays clearly fixed in his mind. A pale man, his master called him Spirit, came to their home and began to enchant the people with his stories and powers. He can clearly remember seeking this man and begging him to show him his ways, for truly he was a man of the God's own creation. The Spirit obliged, and for that he payed with his soul.
Tortured by his own existence he fled the village and never looked back. It was only a few days when the thirst first struck him beyond his control. He sought the nearest village and drank his fill. The people there were witness to his crime but to his surprise they did not attack him, or try to chase him away. They bowed before him. Calling him the wrath of their Gods and begging for his forgiveness. He began to realize then that his sire truly had given him a gift. And so he delighted in using that gift. He stayed around for a while drinking when he needed it until he felt that the village had had enough and he moved on.
His life continued as such for quite some time, until before he could even travel to another village his name had already preceded him. The Spirit Dantu was feared and worshipped among the tribes. During this time he noticed all of the skills his next existence afforded him. They were similar in vague respects to the man who changed him, but most were altogether different. His eyes could see things that no other could, he could look upon a village miles off as if he were standing in it. It was then that he decided his name no longer suited his form and from his abilities he gathered a new name: Jicho.
Forgotten were his musings of power among humans he now sought to have power within his new race. So he made for himself a home in the middle of the jungle far enough away from any village that he was never disturbed there and only left to sate his appetite. But never openly always with as much stealth as he could muster. In his home he spent the days resting and the nights honing his new found skills and creating his new religion. He would become a god, of that he was decided. For how much harder could it be? He was already the demon of rumor and surely a legend.
Around the mid 1500's he began to venture forth again, this time in a mask. He proclaimed himself a god and visited his wrath openly upon those who displeased him. This time around, however, he began to amass followers. Most stayed human during their following, but those he deemed worthy he turned. And so his following grew until he had built a tribe of his own. In the year 1634, his reign met a sudden and unhappy end. While patrolling the jungle, two of his tribe were captured by a group of pale skinned vampires. Jicho went to his hut to meditate and search for them only to find out that the group was coming for the rest of them next. He rallied his tribe and a small battle ensued. The Spirits however were much stronger and it was soon evident that he would lose. Upon realizing this he fled, leaving his flock to be slaughtered. Eventually, he was pursued. By a mixture of luck and skill, he was able to evade capture.
Beaten, and with his pride barely intact, he made his way north into new country he had never seen before. This land was full of the Pale People, which gave him hope. If he could learn their language he could decipher the words of his attackers. For though they were meaningless gibberish to him he had committed them to memory all the same. He spent the better part of the next century learning the culture, the language and the ideas of these new people. He fell in with a coven, the Tarepha, and learned more about the nature of his existence. He also learned that his followers had been slaughtered by another of the great covens: The Amman. The watchdogs of the vampires. Apparently his work in Africa had garnered the wrong kind of attention after all. For another couple of centuries he spent his time wandering from coven home to coven home learning, training, and enjoying the varied but always dark company of the Tarepha.
In the year 1956 he left the Tarepha and cut all ties. His mission had become one of revenge, and to see it through he would have to kill the leader of the Amman. He did not want his actions to reflect badly upon the allies he had made in the coven. And so he set out alone to make his way to what was considered the center of the Vampire world: Demaitre.


(As there is little documentation of African histories I only studied the tribal cultures I wanted to pull from which was a large section of the wikipedia list XD)