I'm just going to post a template. I'll edit it as needed.
Name -
Alexander Descarte
Age -
Somewhere between 300 and 250. He lost track around the French Revolution
Gender -
Male
Race -
Warlock/Siren
Appearance -
Alexander Descarte The man on the right is Alexander. The woman on the left was victim 157. She was such a lovely woman, too.
Personality -
In surprising contrast with his obviously dark heritage, Alexander remains a very upbeat young man. He takes almost psychotic glee in his ability to do whatever he so desires, existing out of the reach of society's ethical, legal, and sexual boundaries. He bears a constant smile, aided by his glittering eyes that seem to glow with the same unearthly shine his mother possessed. When not singing, he laughs often, and is quite the intelligent fellow. Then again, one does not live three centuries without picking up a few things. He is a decadent fellow, with very little respect for laws, rules, or anything of that sort. Due to the natural affinity of Sirens towards water and air, Alexander feels most comfortable when he is near bodies of water or atop something fairly high.
Alexander speaks fluent French, English, and passable Spanish. He is capable of playing the piano to some extent, though he is no virtuoso. He holds a penchant for classical music, such as that of Beethoven and Mozart, as well as the modern music of the "young ones." It bears mention that "young ones" is a term Alexander uses to describe anyone younger than him, a rather large demographic indeed.
Abilities -
As a Warlock, Alexander possesses the abiltiy to steal the powers of witches or other creatures through a proper ritual and the death of the target. At this time, Alexander has the power to blink, which is to move instantaneously from one place to another so long as he avoids bright and sudden flashes of light. He is presently targeting another creature that would grant him the power to shimmer, another teleporting ability that would remove his weakness of bright lights. Aside from that, Alexander possesses the ability to fire blasts of electric orbs from his hands, something he stole from a particularly unfortunate demoness that found herself in his spell.
However, Alexander's Siren half cannot be overlooked. As a Siren, Alexander is granted a hypnotic voice that, when used to its full effect, can manipulate members of the opposite sex to his will. He is granted naturally long age and seemingly endless youth, so long as he feeds upon the life force of others. As a Siren, Alexander is close to the elements of air and water, though he cannot use either of them aside from a rather painful sonic scream.
History -
Alexander's mother, Systine, was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Indeed, she was the most deadly. His father lived only long enough to impregnate the Siren before she sucked every last breath from his body. 9 months later, she gave birth to Alexander in the catacombs beneath Paris, and ushered a baby boy into the world. He never knew his father, nor did he ever care to. He had his mother, and for a time, that was enough.
Alexander had always known about his powers as a warlock and a Siren. HIs mother had rigorously and painfully taught him every aspect of his abilities, from the most mundane of spells to the most enchanting of songs. Alexander still bears a scar from one of his lashing by his mother. She was cruel, and heartless, but it was no matter. She was a Siren first, his mother second. She only wanted him to survive. She taught him how to suck the life out of humans, and his first victim was a beauty. Blonde, blue-eyed, and petrified. Gorgeous. Love was something often lost upon Sirens. Many of them hated the world far too much to even care for love. Alexander cared for her, yes, but to say that he loved her would be a stretch. She was simply his mother, and he was simply doing what was necessary.
On the 14th of July, 1789, Alexander's mother let her soon loose into the world, and the two never spoke again. Alexander rose up to a world of fury, fire, rage, and chaos. It was, as he would later find out, something called the French Revolution. It was a lovely time, full of lively targets just waiting to be fed upon. However, all good things must come to an end, and this was no exception.
(will be finished later)