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Player: Barbara Akers
Email: BAkers5915@aol.com
Age: 39 now...sigh...
Name: John Windsor (not his true name, but always chooses a surname connected with royalty; actually he was a bastard of the Plantagenet line)
Nature: Master Vampire
Age : 21 when he turned, 650 years ago
Description: Always impeccably dressed. Dark hair cut in the latest style, piercing blue eyes, 5'4" tall. Boyish good looks.
Animal to Call: Wolf
Powers: He's made levitation and glamor an art. Also scheming.
History: John was an acknowledged bastard from an English Royal family. Rumor claims he was a bastard son of Edward III, but in reality his father was a cousin of Edward III. His turning was part of an experiment run by his sire. (The sire wanted to see if upbringing or predisposition(genetics) made a difference in the rise of a Vampire through the social structure.)
John and his 'brother' didn't get along. The only thing that kept them from trying to kill one another over the years was the promise to their sire to not kill each other while he still lived. So instead they resorted to petty squabbles that only hurt each other mentally. For example, when his brother set up shop in Whitechapel, protecting the girls that protected his daytime resting place, John started to murder them, cutting them up on the streets, and letting his brother know it was his work. When his brother tried to help the Scots win their freedom from the English once more, John was there helping to place the English boot back on their throats.
Through all of the petty squabbles, John may have won the battles as far as the human world was concerned, but it was his brother who rose in the Vampire hierarchy, becoming an Enforcer for the European Council, answerable to no one but the Council.
Recently John received some good news. First was that his sire had been put to rest by human zealots, releasing him from the promise he'd made. The other news was that his brother had been given Lordship of an American city.....Sanctuary, Maine.
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