Name: Vamp (A.K.A. Vampire)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Faction: Good
Class : Marine (Ex-Black Ops)
Skill: Blending with the shadows and faster than normal humans
Appearance: No weapons
With weapons
(weapons used: 2 bladed fists, and a large claymore)
Bio: Vamp was brought up to be a soldier, an assassin, a killer. Due to a rare skin disease, Vamp's skin is very sensitive to the Ultra-Violet rays of the sun, therefore leaving him in darkness. The government, however, took advantage of this. Due to the strain of darkness that his eyes were yet not accustomed to, his cornea turned red, and within time, the night, and his improved eyes were his greatest weapon. Mission upon mission was laid about him, either to assassinate someone, or to secretly protect someone, he completed them all. Even with all his training, what came next is not what he had expected. Several years have passed since the Living dead walked the earth. Vamp's last mission: Save all that could be saved, kill those who got in the way.
Darkness....he was used to it. His whole life revolved around the dark and the shadows. Moaning...growling...the sound of the infected filled the world. It was never quiet, even when there were still humans.
I have to keep moving, Vamp thought to himself.
There still may be survivors... Beep...Beep...The sun will be setting soon, time to pack up. Watching the inlet between the door and the floor, he waited for the last rays of the sun to vanish, then opened the door to the apartment roof. Taking a deep breath, he scanned the distance between each rooftop. 4-5 feet to his right was the roof to the next building. He would have to run up the wall 4 feet to reach the ledge. 3 feet to his left was another roof, but with a 4 foot drop onto its roof. Tightening the straps around his claymore and his claws. Running full speed to his right, he leaped off the edge of the roof, impaled the brick with one of his claws and climbed up to the next ledge. From there, he continued to stick to high ground, avoiding the infected in the streets.
----Flashback----
Vamp wakes up, strapped to a table with only his pants on, showing his bare chest, and his forehead. Sergant Keys walks in, examining the tatoos on Vamp's body. "So, you're a hybrid eh?" Examining the tatoos closer, scientists took blood samples. Since they have never seen Vamp's skin disease in DNA form, they assume that the strange DNA is hybrid related. Vamp's tats didn't help either. With the same symbols on his body as those on hybrids, they had no other choice than to drop him off by helicopter to an isolated (or so they think) location, far from their base.
Kicked out of Sector 10 because they thought I was a hybrid...people these days can't tell tatoos from markings... Forced to leave the only safety in this blasted world.
---End---
Stick to the shadows, they are my home. Stick to darkness, they are my ally. Look for survivors, and together we will vindicate this world. Vamp continues to run, day by day, closer to Sector 10 yet again.