Name; Aramio 'A' Vhan Sandres
Age; 68, appears 19
Clan; The Avoided Sun
Stance on War; At this time, Neutral
Weapon of choice; Aramio has long since rid himself of the chains he had once utilized as weapons. Now a simple gemed knife is carried within his right glove, a throwing knife as one would think if not for the silver wire attaching it to the silver wristband around his right hand. His technological weapon consists of his hacking ability and the computer operated mechanics of his hacking super computer.
He also utilizes ice crystals formed from the air, one of his strengthening powers. Though his only one. He uses these much like darts, or on a larger scale, pinning his opponent or freezing them to the ground.
Personality;
-Rebellious-
Asked this to any, Aramio is the true meaning of a shell of a man; or teen in his case. When he had first been introduced to the suns through Mikael's guided hands, he was reclusive and hid away many a times within his ice cold of a room in Headquarters. Over a year, his attitude has changed, morphed into a much more out-going individual. A loyal pet to Mikael, his once lonely attitude and rebellious ways have taken a full U-turn. But this only applies to a select few, some some he retains a shroud of an existence, silent; and watching.
-Inquisitive-
His knowledge seems to know no bounds, neither does his lust for danger. Even on a night of when nothing seems to be happening, Aramio's mind his knee deep within a government computer system. Tinkering, messing with anything he can get his fingers on. But when others ask, it is a simple don't show; don't tell rule. Only Mikael knows of his tinkering, the rest of the world is best left in the dark.
-Daring-
A lust for danger is what draws him within the Sun's, a reason he was taken into Mikael's arms. Even now, A's sense of danger seems to only have increased ten fold, commonly ducking and dodging even in calm situations. The thrill is what he aims for. Killing a victim, letting them scream, letting them run. It quenches his thirst, his twisted mind and body. Blood is never enough, the occasional killing; senseless murder always does the trick. But as of late he's become less frequent of these outbreaks, much of it quelled by his lord and master Mikael.
-Tricky-
Most never know what A would do on a moments notice. As he began to open more and more to his fellow suns, they saw the more.. 'random' attitude to the young half breed. He is also known to nearly sneak in or 'pop-up' in some of the oddest times. If not from behind a door, the ceiling or under a table. Many of his motives are unknown and behind the closed door of his room.
Background;
According to official records, Aramio has an outstanding murderous record dating back over 50 years to the present. But there was a time that he was far from such a maniac, a child of wit and cunning.
First born of a small, but rather wealthy family living within the inner workings of Paris, France. Aramio was only but three years old when his brother had been born. A child that deemed perfect in the eyes of his parents. He on the other hand, though sweet and smart began to further and further become ignored by his over-indulgent parents. They would forget him in time, only a few of the maidens of the home would tend to the eldest son upon his flat; separated from the rest of the family. Years passed, this special child of theirs, the youngest began to pick and nag at Aramio. His existence a joke regardless of what he could do, his mind and will. But this will, was shattered now. Seventeen years in solitude, only the single window of his flat showing the morning sun was all he knew. That darkness grew further in his heart, a black hole forming and swallowing what was left of the young boys sanity.
It was that one night, a dusky December night, Christmas Eve. As midnight drew in, Aramio's door opened, his slender frame moving through the shadows, down from the stairs that separated him from his mother, father and their jewel of a son. A knife, laced within those fingers, a glow of fury, insanity, rage emanating from his oceanic eyes. There was no life within them, within that knife, his will had all but vanished as he would plunge the knife into the chest and forehead of his 'precious' younger brother. Blood sprayed over him, the blood curdling scream of the fifteen year old golden child piercing the night. He waited, he knew they would come. Hiding behind the door frame, his worried parents rushing in only to find the end of a bloody blade. His mother's throat slit, the knife finding it's resting spot within the small of his father's neck.
The once white floors were now red as the combined blood of the three began to pool. Aramio was coated in the rich substance, his fingers running through it and upon the walls of his younger brother's room. A large letter was painted, blood dripping from his tear filled eyes, those pained eyes.
'A'
Morning came, the relatives to come in the early morning would find the front door smeared with blood, marks of blood over the home as if the bodies had been dragged. To their horror, each of the three had been knotted, their heads sliced off and set upon the tree in the man loft. A bloody message on the wall.
'Vous êtes suivants.'Meaning 'You are next.' A message to the family.
The next following nights bore ill news, one after another, a family member would die, mangles, cut and destroyed inhumanly. But it only took a week for the police to find the disturbed youth. Doctors having to examine him and labeling him as 'clinically insane'. This was truth in many ways. But not only was he drawn attention to authorities, but another. A shadow of a being that began to follow him, even after his escape from the police.
January 11th, papers told of the escaped lad, a psycho killer. Hidden deep within the catacombs under the city, his eyes filled with rage as he used a small carving knife to chip away at the bones of the dead within it's dark depths. The first to find him, would be the last. A vampire was of whom had been stalking him, a figure drawn by what the lad had done, the blood he spilt, the carelessness of his motives.
He was bitten, drained. But not left for dead; no. Instead, he was offered something other than death.
'You interest me little one.. I ask you this now.." The figure, shrouded in shadows spoke softly to the boy, his fingers lacing through the short, though rich black hair of the boy. "Do you wish.. for true life? Eternal life... time to destroy those who devoured your future, outcast you, created a mockery of you?"
The answer had been simple from Aramio, a shaky whisper. 'Y.... yes...' He had uttered.
Shadows covered him, he would open his eyes again, but only to be alone within a small room within one of the old town hotels far out of sight of many of Paris' splendors. Dazed, confused; Aramio's hands hand nearly instantly gone to his neck, feeling nothing of the bite marks that had once been there. But a note caught his eyes, a small bound note with no name.
'Child, I only have but few words for your survival...' As he read on, it was how Aramio came to learn of this new 'existence'.
The killings continued, until his hit list was complete. But it would not stop from there, police, doctors, anyone that proved themselves useless in Aramio's eyes fell slain to fang and knife from him. Time passed, and his life in Paris bored him, and soon left to London. For reasons of hearing of the existence of others like himself. Vampires. The tower of London came to be his new home, that was.. until some one found him.
~Present~
As of now, Aramio, or 'A'; works heavily with Prince Mikael as not only a technician's expert, but now one of the higher ranking members of the Avoided Sun. He is loyal to his lord, acting much more as a pet than anything more toward Mikael. He acts more as a son toward the lord of the Suns, but the members think of him much like a cat to their owner, a Pet.
Preference; Aramio remains reclusive, prefer to get close to no one if he can help it. This young half breed is still a virgin.
Anything Else We Should Know; In these new times, he is nearly constantly having his head-phones blaring some new age techno-hip hop music. Though one common song seems to play often from these head-phones. Many Sun's have titled the music as "A's theme song". As it seems to fit his lonely nature very well.
Tune it Up! Another Day [Club Mix]
As time went on, Aramio began to display one of his hidden strengths. Control over ice. It led to the reasoning behind why his room was always kept nearly at freezing, or his preference on warm clothing even during the summer months. It's a small strength, but one Mikael noticed quickly and began to utilize to his advantage.
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