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Legal Name:Christoph Jacob.

Nickname(s): Cj.

Year's spent on this planet: I was sired at the age of 17 -this number changes depending on the rp-, but I have been wandering the night for over 500 years.

Gender: Male

Species: Human, but I am not exactly considered living.

Orientation: Undecided,though females do not need males in the vampire world.

Relationship Status: Taken: Engaged to Louis Bloodstone

My heart belongs to: The night and my fiance Louis.

My life is dedicated to: Keeping innocent mortals protected and keeping Louis happy. .

My Personality can be summed up in these words: Individual;Outcast;Confused.

My family consists of: No one, my father is deceased, and I visit his grave every night. My mother is also deceased but I was never informed on where her grave was made. Though I would say that my husband Louis is part of my family now.

I live in a: House, alone.

My passion is: The beauty of the night, and befriending mortals.

My body is inked and pierced: No piercings or tattoo's.

I love: Roses, the way the stars look at night, feeling needed, and of course Louis.

I despise: Vampires that feed on innocent mortals just for the fun of it, making others feel horrid.

"You only realize what you've lost when it's gone forever." - Christoph

A little about Cj
Christoph Jacob is a 600 year old vampire with a rather interesting history. His father died when he was approximately 12 years of age at the hands of a vampire ironically enough. Though he was young and his mother was in mourning, he found himself wandering out every night to his fathers grave to place a single rose on the tombstone.
One night, around his 17th birthday he found himself encountering the very creature he longed to view and the very creature that killed his father. He was sired that night and born into darkness. His teacher and creator was not as kind to him after he realized, Christoph was an immortal who was unique and unwilling to feed of the mortals that would keep him alive. His conscience still attached to this day makes it rather difficult for him to /not/ feel remorse for even the thought of killing. After a rather interesting time with his teacher he was left all alone to only be lost in the world of the living, not sure on how to do things or how to even continue living. He found himself lost and confused in the world of the living as he watched his loved ones die, and found himself protecting more of the mortal race than his own kind. Though the hunger gets harder and harder to live with he refuses to drink human blood unless from hospital containers or if it is animal blood.

Christoph was inspired by the character Angel from the Angel Series and the Buffy the Vampire slayer series, also he was inspired partially by Anne Rice's character Louis. He is also my very first rp character. ^^
From the mind of Christoph
I walked quietly in the darkness that I had grown so accustom to, no longer had my
eyes peared upon the great rising sun. Never was I to see it again. My clothing may have
changed with the passing years, and the words I choose to write this very moment. But the
true me inside has never changed. I am an outcast to my kind, for I remorse for the mortals
they feed upon. I longed for what I have now, a great power, and understanding. Yet
I long for what I once had. Not many have come to realize how they can not relate to one
such as myself. No one can relate to the things I have had to endure. Only can they relate
when they have suffered as I have.

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I lay awake around the stroke of midnight, watching my friends and family around me begin to
slip into a land of slumber, where their dreams make anything possible.
I knew that I was forbidden to exit my dwellings after the sun had set. But for some profound
reasoning I found my feet carrying me out. I walked along the alley listening to the scurrying of many rats claws moving the ground beneath them. I had thought I was hearing things when someone called out my name
"Christoph" gently blowing like the breeze.   Without any hesitation I kept my pace steady and strong.
I igorned the constant nagging feeling inside my brain that possesed me to turn back. Until I could take it no longer.
I turned looking over my shoulder to be faced by some being, to this day I do not know his name. Without warning a loud pop was heard as his fangs sunk deep into my flesh. I screamed with every ounce of breath I had until my voice became soft and hoarse. This man had a profound amount of strength for no matter how hard I pushed, and how hard I tried. The grip he posed on my rapidly becoming weak body, was still as strong. Before long I felt weak and felt a soft sort of death wanting to embrace me.
He held me as he laid me softly upon the hard soil. Blood soiled upon my attackers face, my own possibly? I already knew that answer.
He quickly sliced his wrist. Did he want to cover the fact he had killed me as well?
"Drink." he told me holding it over my face the blood from his wound splattering my face. Without any will power of my own I drank, not aware of what it was to bring me. With in only moments he pulled away screaming in his own pain. Some reason that brought a smirk
upon my weakening face. Soon that smirk was whipped away, I had come to realize I had just sealed my own fate. I had started my own everlasting demise. He was no ordinary man, and I had drank no ordinary blood. He was the cursed the living dead. A vampire. As every thought imaginable ran through my mind of what could have been done differently I felt a sharp pain engulf my chest. It was my heart. Slowly the pounding beats slowed until they were no more. I laid motionless on the solid ground for several moments until I took my first reborn breath.
"Welcome to your new life." he told me as he shared ever secret for the first night with me. He stayed at my side until he had taut me everything.
What he did not come to think was that everything he taught me was to be for the worst.
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At first I had thought the true burial for such a man. I hated how he saw nothing wrong with the way he treated innocent people. Draining them of the
very liquid that kept them alive. How he could ruin so many family's with just a few flattering words, and quick clamp of a jaw.
I longed to see him dead. I knew it was wrong in some odd way to wish death upon the one who had given me life.
That is if what I have can truly be called a life. As each passing year of birth into the darkness, my elaborate plan for his death had grown. From a simple stake through his cursed heart, to a severe amount of torture and pain. He had not given me a choice
which he kept insisting he had. He had given me a choice between a suffering death of an immortal, or the suffering death of a mortal.
I had watched ever person I had held dear to me die, watched the children I had once been accustomed to 'hanging' with pass with the time.
Watched as every speck of my honorable life disappeared, never to be known by the eyes of generations to come. I must admit that I never had followed through on watching the demise of my maker. Nor did I need to. For he left me to be. Left me to be on my own. That is when I realized the inevitable curse of the vampire. To be alone,never to be loved, never to be known. To be alone in my own darkness, now and forever.
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