Spirits of the Earth

Prologue
+ NAME + Dietrich Ambrose Chapel
+ ALIAS + N/A
+ AGE + 200 give or take a few decades (appears approx mid-30's)
+ GENDER + Male
+ ORIGIN + Village of Basha, in northern Terrin Mountains, within Adelan borders
+ SPECIES + Vampire (formerly human)
+ RESIDENCE + Ketra, Adela
+ OCCUPATION + Occasional vagrant, Security Guard for an old biddy
+ FACE + Black hair / Emerald Green
+ STATURE + 6'0 / 213 lbs.
+ SEXUALITY + Bisexual



__________________IN-DEPTH

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Dietrich is slightly taller than average, with a strong build, barrel-chested with thick powerful arms. He's vaguely pale, the Adelan tan of his heritage marginally apparent. His eyes are hooded with a generally bored or uninterested look, his face thin and he usually has a lit cigar or smoke between his lips. His green eyes are bright and vibrant, almost glowing in the dark. Dietrich's hair is medium in length, shaggy and wild and pushed back out of his face, scruff growing along his chin and upper lip. He has a nasty gouge in the meat of his upper left shoulder that looks like a healed over bite, with a human bite pattern.

PERSONA
"Vampirism is infectious, but wealth isn't. I've got to make a living somehow."

Dietrich is a hardy bastard. As someone used to most things not going their way, he's taken it upon himself to not give a shit anymore. There remains a certain  level of discretion of course. He can't just go around slaughtering the masses like some kind of over-compensating edge lord, lest he risk the villagers grabbing their pitchforks and running him out of town.

He's sarcastic and elusive, never really looking to make friends. He has a not-so-vague disdain for uppity folks, vampires and humans alike, or just about anyone that thinks their wealth gives them some semblance of authority. Titles and badges are all well and good, when the one who wears them is just walking bloodbag to him. Peopleing is taxing and always done with great reluctance. He sometimes misses his old life, but doesn't stay stuck in that past-pining mentality for long. Just don't get him drunk or he'll be bellowing out tavern drinking songs all out of tune and everything. It's terrible.

Going from odd job to odd job doesn't for a steady living make, and paying for blood donors is sometimes easier than leaving bodies in back alleys. People tend to ask less questions that way.

- Things! -

- Likes cats. Their general response is to hiss at swat at him but the ones that don't, he feeds the strays with scraps of he food he collects here and there.
- Heavy smoker, so heavy. Much smoke. The itch to take a drag is super annoying, but he can't seem to quit.
- Jack of Many Hobbies. When you're immortal, you tend to have a lot of time on your hands to learn new things and skills. Dietrich tries to keep himself busy with mildly artistic endeavors, among them whittling, knitting, and recently water color doodles. They're not likely to win any prestigious art contests, but they occasionally pay the bills. As in like, he can afford some tobacco, or a fresh fish for the cats.
- Coats, coats, and more coats. Heavy hooded coats are the best. Keeps out that pesky sun from his eyes.

MAGIC/ABILITIES
Vampirism
Heightened strength and reflexes when it's necessary, and likes blood of course, Dietrich has become less and less bloodthirsty hunter in the night the longer he's been around, and has a preference for living under the radar. Outwardly he seems human enough, but when the hunger sets in and the need to sate it is too strong, he changes into a more strigoi-like vampire, more animal than man. In addition, time has allowed him to promote different abilities. He can shapeshift into a black-furred wolf. Going hungry for long reduces him into a feral state, and he tries to not let that happen when he can help it.

RELATIONSHIPS
Rhea - Sire
Ex-lover, manipulative and cruel. Rhea found Dietrich when he was at his most vulnerable. They had a 'misunderstanding' and he generally can't stand her. The feeling is somewhat mutual.

Helenka Petrovich - Employer
A widow of a merchant, with poor eyesight. She's well-meaning, if a bit ditzy. She's an old biddy with a lofty retirement fund and keeps Dietrich's pockets decently lined in exchange for guarding her house, and protecting her from the spooky things that lurk in her attic. (That are really just rats but don't tell her that. Sometimes the stray cats in the neighborhood have a feast day.) 


HISTORY
Tl;dr
Boy falls in love with girl, girl wants nothing to do with boy. He gets drunk, makes out with a vampire. He drinks her blood, she drinks his. Boom, it's a whole new world being undead and after a failed affair, he's left picking up the scraps. Everything's just peachy.

Epilogue
THREADS