Xander Nelson | Vampire

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✧Intelligent
✧Well-mannered
✧Flirtatious
✧Cunning
✧Adaptive

Negatives:
✦Cold
✦Calculating
✦Ruthless
✦Holds grudges
✦Bad temper when finally ticked off

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Parents: Isobel and Matthew Jameson - both deceased 
Siblings: Rebecca Jameson - Presumed dead though Xander could not confirm this 
Other Family: None alive
Important Others: The crew of Pain Is Strength
History: Born in New York in the summer of 1906, Alexander had a pretty good life to start out with. His parents were well off to begin with as his father was the CEO of a company that was having a huge surplus of income. He doesn't recall too much of his past other than when he was fifteen, his parents died in a fire. He continued to raise his ten year old sister himself, dreaming of a life of fame and fortune. He married at seventeen and several years later, he and his wife were attacked by a vampire while they went home together one evening. His wife was killed but the vampire saw a spark in him and turned him. From then on, his life changed drastically.

Over time, the soft, warm man he used to be disappeared and Xander was born from the ashes. He disappeared from his family and followed his maker, learning about his new found abilities. He became a skilled hunter, luring young women to their doom with ease. Over the next several decades, he honed his abilities to interact with humans in a way that he fit right in with them. He moved all over the US, dodging and hiding from any hunters while leaving a trail of bodies behind when he was done with whatever that town or city had to offer.

In 2008, he met a struggling band in a bar. Something about their rock music interested him and he postponed his hunting as he sought them out. Their lead singer had abandoned them for unknown reasons- like having Xander drain her dry. Feeling a bit of guilt that such music would be wasted on this world, he volunteered to join them. A kinship was born among them and the band were the only humans he became fiercely protective of. Their talent with music was admirable to him so he took it upon himself to ensure any danger would avoid his 'friends'.

The band, named Pain Is Strength- the irony was not lost to him- rapidly shot up the charts, Xander's powerful voice and strong stage appearance enthralling and capturing the hearts of many fans, especially the young women. He found himself actually enjoying working with the band, the fame and fortune he'd always wanted finally blessed to him. He stopped hunting every single person who caught his eye, not wanting to lose what the band afforded him. He became an eligible bachelor among celebrities very quickly, making appearances on TV and in magazines all over the world. When he had to hunt, he began to hunt cities away while the band slept in their hotels, using the guise of night terrors due to his tragic house fire that lost him his parents as a way to have a room all to himself. The band trusted Xander, the drummer even inviting him to be the best man at the wedding. To say that Xander found the life he dreamed of nearly 100 years ago would be completely accurate.




Alias: Just call me Angel
How did you find us?: Revan <3
Experience: 12~ years
Other Characters: Angel Johnson Jackson Johnson Erika West Diana Harris
RP Sample: 
The Beginning...

Angie swept back her hair from her eyes, putting a strand behind her ear as she glanced at the map she held on the steering wheel. From her research- and digging through her grandfather's things most of the summer- she was close. The witch she was after was only a few miles away at this point. Apparently she opted to live on a farm house, away from any unsuspecting humans who would stumble over her. And anyone who was stupid enough would never be found again. After all, a thousand things could happen out in the middle of nowhere. A frown creased her lips at that. Everything was just too perfectly set up. She wouldn't be surprised if the witch answered looking like an old woman. It would be a sick sense of irony that made her stomach flip. Humor in the moment was lost to her.

Turning the black truck down the gravel road towards a distant farmhouse, Angie quickly put the map on the passenger seat. It was only a mile away, but it felt like a lifetime. With her pistol hidden inside of the jacket she wore, she quickly adjusted her hair and her appearance to look like that of a ditzy college student who had lost their way. It was the only way she'd be able to get through the door. Inhaling for a moment, she reached in her pocket and pulled out a stick of gum to chew on, snapping and popping it to get in the feel of it.

Moments later, she parked her truck beside an older car in the driveway. Apparently brooms are out of style still. she thought sourly. The farmhouse was brightly colored with a wraparound porch. It looked like a grandmother's house with the lawn ornaments and everything. Tricky witch. She moved out of the truck and walked up to the door, ringing the doorbell before looking around, feigning interest. In all reality, she was looking for any exterior telltale signs of witchcraft. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. But inside would tell her different. A moment later, an older woman answered the door curiously, smiling a bit, clearly surprised. "Hi. Sorry to be a bother, but my truck is completely out of gas and my cell is out of service. Can I borrow your phone to call a tow truck?" The older woman nodded and allowed her in. The gun in her pocket felt heavy. At least with it being a farm house, no one would know what happened. Taking her first step into the house, Angie knew that there was no more going back after this. It was just the beginning.


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