Blood feels desire

proud of the crimson

flowing the body

demanding a prisoner

erode everything

follow your instincts

With rapture and madness

erode everything

pursue an ideal

Desperate howls lurk inside the blood

everlasting is passing away in vain

giving you what you want

in this dazzling ceremony

Baptism of Blood

Resound Beast - voice

Moment of death

Resound Beast - voice

Moment of birth

Song Title: Baptism Of Blood

By: Malice Mizer

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Vallo slowly opened his eyes, he blinked a few times to remove the last remnants of sleep. He groaned as his head throbbed with a dull pain, as he had no memory of what had happened the night before. A slight metallic taste in his mouth gave him a slight hint but he was hoping it wasn't that. He began to panic, as he smelt a faint odor, an odor he had smelled many times before, the stench of death.

He sprinted out of bed, his bare feet touching not just floor but something wet and sticky. Stumbling, he felt for the light switch and when he finally found it, he was shocked at what he saw. Mangled bodies, both male and female littered the apartment. Their naked bodies ripped and shredded as their bodies were made of paper. Blood coated the walls in a horrific masterpiece. It edged up the walls and continued its artwork on the ceiling. Limbs, mangled and strewn around as if they were toys discard by the hands of a playful child.

Eyes stared into oblivion; fear and shock forever imprinted into them. The necks were nothing more than gapping pieces of flesh, large chucks ripped out by teeth and claws. Vallo soon knew what the taste in his mouth was and he felt nauseated at the thought of eating flesh and blood of his party-goers. Stumbling, he fell back, sliding onto the floor. Bringing his hands to his face, he screamed, a loud mournful yell that was only heard once before so long ago.

He desperately tried to recount his actions the night before but they faded in and out only showing bits and pieces of what happened. Tears had begun to form as he finally understood what had happened. His hunger raged; the bindings that held it at bay had failed him. He glanced down at his body, spiral markings wound along his chiseled and well-muscled chest and arms, interlacing into a beautiful collage of magical ink work. However beautiful, could only be seen by those with the sight. Portions of the tattoo were fading away and in some sections gone completely like a lost lover on the wind.

" Here I thought you Romans couldn't cry. "

A voice broke the sound of Vallo crying as he lifted his head up to be met with a man leaning against the door frame. The man was dressed in nothing but a pair of leather pants, they hugged his body as if they were made out of his own flesh. He was shirtless, showing off unblemished skin as if he was made of porcelain. A long coat hung off his slender, muscular frame and a simple pair of boots black with silver tips completed his attire. His hair was a dark chestnut color that hung just past his shoulders and a pair of deep mahogany eyes stared at him and he saw in them nothing but compassion and love yet Vallo knew what lied beneath their hypnotic beauty.
Wiping the last remaining tears away, Vallo let out a deep sigh that shook his whole body, which caused the man to kneel down and hold him, his arms wrapped tight around his friend and not a word was spoken as they sat in silence. Moments passed and Vallo let another sigh escape. He rose from the floor and with his friend's arms still wrapped around him; he spoke in a hush voice.

" I need to see Him again, my hunger needs to be silenced once more. "
His friend only nodded and as they headed into the cool autumn air, he spoke once more.

"Vampyren, thanks. "

Vampyren only nodded, guiding Vallo in to his chauffeured limo, he headed back to the apartment to clean.

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Extra Info

Hair Color: Shoulder Length black with silver highlights

Eye Color: Emerald Green

Height: 6"0

Age: Undetermined yet looks to be around 30

Tattoos:

Tribal design down the left side of his torso

Black Celtic cross between his shoulder blades

A Skull entwined with blue roses on his left bicep

Piercings:

Both ears

Tongue

Eyebrow

Lip

Body Type: Muscular

Likes:

Tattoos

Swords

Lollipops

Art/Painting

Martial arts

Fashion

Dislikes

His inability to quench his abnormal blood lust

Clingy women

Cigarettes

Abnormally happy people

Skills

Master of sword play

Torture

Ability to manipulate others

Expert martial artist

Strategical tactics are exceptional.

Nicknames

V

The Merchant of Death

Diablo

Personalty: Vallo is laid back but prone to violence. Also has a dark side of which when it occurs, people tend to realize that he isn't what he seems. He must control his blood lust and in an attempt to subdue it, made Ghede place binding seals on his body. He also feeds more than other vampires because in doing so, calms his violent tendencies. He always carries around a Celtic cross which hangs from a chain on his pants. He doesn't smoke yet has an addiction to lollipops and always has one in his mouth.

Clothing Preferences: Vallo is very in tune with the latest fashion trends but prefers Gothic fashion by far. He has a favorite pair of leather pants that has red stitching. He also wears black Gothic boots of which he has a closet specifically made for his foot attire alone.
He sometimes goes shirtless to show of his body art but usually wears a silk shirt.
He wears a cross he received on his departure from the monastery in southern Italy which is a gold cross on a silver chain. He also has a Celtic knot bracelet on his left wrist and a Lady Finger Armor ring on his index right digit.

~Obsessions~

He is somewhat obsessed with shoes and Lollipops(especially strawberry flavored ones) in which he keeps a rather obscene amount stashed away.
He is a shopaholic and is known to blow thousands of dollars on clothes in one spree. He once spent at least 10 grand in one store and had to escort him out after he refused to leave after closing hours.
He is also a technology nut and spends hours during the day (in a darkened room) on the computer (mostly shopping) or fiddling around with his newly acquired gadget.

Due to his military career, Vallo is very fit. He is often seen with more than one lady and is usually surround by a few when he is at "Blood Line". However, he is not a womanizer. He is also a technology nut and has to have the latest gadget.
His entourage consists of either other vampires of his chapter or his friends. His friends include Ghede, a voodoo priest, Charlotte, a child vampire, Marco, head of the security team, Damien, his second in command and Cleric, a cocky vampire with a major ego.
His only love was a woman named Elizabeth who died from the Bubonic plague in the year 1349. He has not loved anyone since but hopes to find someone someday.

Vallo runs a club in the middle of town called Blood Line which is the central meeting place of many vampires throughout the city. He is one of the oldest vampires living in the area and it is rumored his age could be more than four thousand but he's not telling.

Vallo was rumored to have been born when the Roman Empire was barely a newborn. He joined the Roman Military (said to serve with Alexander the Great at one point in his life) when he was still in his youth where he fought his way to the top of the ranks. It wasn't until he encountered a mysterious man when his life really changed.
While visiting a tavern, he was attacked and severely wounded by a fellow soldier over an argument. Bleeding, he made his way onto a back street when he met the one man who would changed his life forever. The individual forced him to drink from his open veins. The blood coated his throat as it made its way through his blood stream. Pain followed as did darkness and he fell into a fitful sleep that last for days.
When he awoke, the stranger was gone but he was changed. He soon realized he was faster,stronger,could hear and see better than any other man. He knew with these new abilities he could reign supreme in battle and soon was developing a taste for war and blood shed. He massacred thousands of people just to satisfy his blood lust. It is rumored he was called the God of Death in many religions. Over time his taste for violence waned and he decided to turn over a new leaf.

The next 100 or so years was spent in a small monastery in Europe until he decided to re enter society in the U.S. He opened Blood Line in which is known to be the meeting place of the Society of Creuntus. A secretive vampiric order known for its ties in every strand of human society.
He was appointed Guard which is the highest one can get the the warrior section not because of his experience in battle but his ability to think strategically and the efficiently of his troops.

Unlike most of his kind who tend to stay clear of the more religious sects, Vallo is often seen at night in a cathedral having long conversations with priests and they quite like his company as far as we know.
He shies away from the politics of his vampire brethren and is more often neutral when it comes to the workings of the Vampire Government.

I am beautiful creature

The moonlight shines on my graceful silhouette

My senses and my pleasures stain my blood and these bloody eyes

[un]beautiful creature

My trickling emotions overflow... be almost drowned

As I'm all corrupted, I desire your chaste blood