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Name: Bastian Veniamin
Nickname: Bas
Race: Vampire
Gender: Male
Age: Thirty-eight
DOB: Oct. 21st
Date of Turning: August 2000
Physical Description:
-Height: 6'0
-Weight: 180lb
-Eye Color: Blue
-Hair Color: Blond
PB: Johnny Rzeznik
Distinguishing Marks:
-Many tattoos
-Scars along his right side and chest
-Branding to lower back
-Holy scaring around wrists and ankles.
Birth Location: Seattle, WA
Blood Family:
Mother - Janet Veniamin - Deceased
Father - Jonathan Veniamin
Sister - Alyssa Veniamin
Daughter - Sophie Jones
Girlfriend - Maggie Jones
Job: Once owned the bar Barking Spider
Residence: N/A At the moment
Personality:Bastian was a rather average man to most people’s standards. He ran his bar, he had his fair share of problems but he never did let them really get to him. He lived life as it was; he was never surprised when it was hell or when it was heaven. A family man he put them before everything else. Nothing in the world mattered to him more then them.

The years since that normal human life was taken away from him have changed him however. There isn’t much in the way of laughter anymore, the carefree live life as it is sort of attitude has denigrated into bitterness. His hope in every having family back, in ever seeing them again, had begun to fall apart leaving him a shell of who he used to be.

Angry, volatile, he snaps at certain subjects and others he refuses to even think about. His life sine being taken from his family has been one struggle after another. He keeps fighting to keep himself alive and to remember who he once was but it’s never so easy. Not with what gave him strength no longer in his life.

Stubbornly, however, he pushes on. One day at a time…
Race Weaknesses: Sunlight, Holy objects and water. The need for blood and the possibility of bloodlust.
Personal Weaknesses: Bad left knee due to a fight long ago, his family, bit of an insomniac, smokes and drinks like a fish. Short temper now, strong guilt in not being with his family, doesn't care for himself like he should.
Magical Abilities: Smoke manipulation; able to create smoke to disorientate and shield a room. Able to blend himself and others (later in life) he touches within the smoke. He has no training in any such abilities however.
Race Skills: Heightened speed, strength, healing and senses
Personal Skills and Training: Knows how to mix drinks and plays guitar, sings from time to time as well though not often anymore. Knows the basics of working on a car. Has basic knowledge of how to handle and shoot a gun though doesn't like to use them.

Personal History: Bastian was born to loving parents and a decent home in Seattle. They were never rich and had to struggle through the early stages of his life to keep afloat. His father owned a local tavern; it got enough business to keep them going but not enough to really get them further up in life. However none of them really had care on that. They were happy with what they had, money wasn’t the world regardless of how many thought that it was or should be.

Bastian grew up alone for the most part; his sister didn’t come along till he was already six years old. He was a bit of a rebellious child, causing fights and acting out in school. Most of his time was spent with his guitar, was the only thing he really put any effort into. It was only to his sister that he opened up to. He was protective of her from day one, more then a few boys got beaten up because of looking at her wrong.

Regardless of his seemingly little care in education he continued to make his way through it with decent enough grades. His attention was never on school however. It was on his music, a constant in his life that he could never escape. He took up small gigs; he played anywhere he could manage to get himself a spot. He didn’t make any real money at it but he swore someday he would. Someday…always seems like it will be any day and then suddenly…its not any day soon at all.

During a small gig in a local café he met Maggie. He couldn’t help but notice her and after his set was up he spent the rest of the night talking with her. And many other nights after that one as well.

He was hooked on her. Hooked from the moment he saw her, he knew that she was one he never wanted to let get away. Young..but Bastian didn’t care. His family loved her, he knew he did, for Bastian it was all how it should be. Together as she finished up schooling…who knew where life would take them after she graduated.

It turns out it wouldn’t take him anywhere. But life certainly took her. No word, no note, nothing. One day she was there and the next she was gone. To say Bas was devastated would be an understatement. He was convinced something was wrong and more then once showed at her parents doorstep demanding where she’d gone.

They never said.

Life for Bastian took a downward spiral quickly. Maggie gone and his mother falling ill…the family life he’d known was falling apart all around him. His father in a panic, his sister suddenly distancing herself from all of them. She packed up her things, threatened for weeks that she couldn’t take it and was going. Threats, she’d be talked down and for days would linger before the threats started up again. Finally one day she was gone, running away to live with family that rarely talked to the rest.

A week later Bastian’s mother passed away.

The months that followed were a blur to Bastian. His father fell into depression, his sister didn’t return home, not even for the funeral, everything in Bastian’s life was suddenly gone or changed. It all had crumbled and Bastian had no idea how to put any of it back together again.

For a long time he had no desire to. He moved slowly through the days doing things he regrets now but at the time barely blinked an eye too. Falling back into bad crowds, drinking the nights away, stealing from the families own bar to pay for far worse then the drink. They weren’t good months; Bastian thought that the spiral would just continue. The only one he had left was his father who was barely making it along.

There was a light at the end of the tunnel for Bastian though. He never expected it; he never thought he’d see her again. But Maggie’s return, and the reality that she was pregnant….he quickly forced his life back around again. Straightened himself out, moved Maggie into his parents home…started to try to piece things back together. For him. For her. For all of them.

Bastian didn’t care what he had to do; he made a life for them. How old they were had never mattered to him…not once he saw that baby girl.

Much like his parents beginnings long ago, life for Maggie and Bastian wasn’t easy. They struggled at times to get by and never were what anyone would consider rich. They made do and were content with that. They knew the importance to seeing to what was needed and while their own wants in life were never forgotten the needs of the family came first. Money was set aside often for a wedding that would happen later, Maggie saw to her classes, Bastian ran the family bar day in and day out with his father.

A simple life that was made anything but when a strange woman began coming around the bar. At first it seemed innocent enough. A simple drink and she sat in the back all night sipping on it. His father just shrugged it off, thinking she was just some lonely woman that wanted a place to be for the night. Bastian felt something off though; he wasn’t sure why he just became uneasy when she was around. One night…two…three…soon it a week had gone by and still at the same time every night she showed. With each passing day she became a bit more aggressive. From the back of the bar to sitting right at the counter. Saying nothing to constantly trying to catch Bas’s attention. A crush his father joked, too bad Bastian wasn’t even paying attention.

The weekend came; Maggie was at the bar that night helping Bastian out. At home was his father and the kid, watching her for the night. A Saturday night that went like so many others at first. It was just after closing time that everything went to hell. A night that is still a blur; hazy images that he can scarcely recall. But he could remember the harsh sound of the front door breaking in and the quick rush of panic that sent him shoving Maggie out of the fray. When he turned back to face those that had come in he managed only a glimpse before he was out cold. Head snapped back against the wall, blood to flow but not near enough to show signs of death.

The days that followed held that same blur. Going in and out of consciousness, waking to hear voices before a harsh hit would send him out again.

The next time he awoke it was with blood in his mouth and laughter ringing sharply in the background. The weakness of his own form barely registered as he started to gag on the metallic taste filling his mouth. His struggles were next to nothing in his near dead state. Hands kept him pinned, sharp fingers forced his head back and mouth open.

Somewhere he knew what was going on no matter how insane the thought seemed…but the reality of it didn’t hit until the pain did. A sharp agony that left him writhing upon the dirty ground of the abandoned home with flashes of her smile to mock him. The woman from the bar….

Why had she turned him? He asked so many times he couldn’t even think to try to count them now. Each time the answer was different, each time the emotions changed. Hate for the life he’d had. Want for a friend. Lust. Love. Need….none of it were reason enough for Bastian. And that hate he held for her…only made her lash out time and time against him.

The years that followed were dark and pain filled. Bastian learned the hard way the depths of despair bloodlust could send a man into. But that…it paled to the words she spoke often of his family. Mocking that hope that they lived still. That Maggie got out, that Sophie was alright, that his father lived still….

From city to city he was dragged. The only one at first, but through other cities the woman picked up others. Some just to harm. Others to try to make Bastian hurt. One or two were kept much like Bastian was though not all of them were…as stubborn in that urge to survive as Bastian was.

More then once through the years Bastian attempted escape. That need to know of his family too strong to deny for long. But each attempt he was caught onto. Before it began or weeks of running. Each time he was taught why he shouldn’t try again…but he always did. Maybe she kept him alive just to see if he’d really try it again. Maybe she kept him alive just to see if he’d finally get away…

He did. Seven years after his turning he managed to slip away. A plan made between man, the woman poisoned on one of the rare nights she did not have “friends” with her and the moment she was out the rest of them fled. On some level he knew he should have stayed to make sure she was dead. Lingered just long enough to know she’d never come after him again… but he couldn’t. Just because she was a monster did not mean he had to become one as well…she’d enjoy it too much.

There was no delay to Bastian’s movements. The moment he was out of her grasp it was to Seattle he returned not knowing that much had changed in his absence. Though the family home was gone the bar at the least remained…

Still he had to find out if his family was still there in the city…still alive…

Plot Ties:
1.) Any others turned or hurt by his sire.
2.) Any that knew him from when he ran his fathers bar.
3.) Anyone that knew his sire.

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