Christopher Shay

Name:Christopher Shay
Age:17 (Appearance) 35 (Actual)
Gender: Male
Race:Human-Elf
Archetype:Vampiric Necromancer
Skin Tone: Very Pale
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: Black
Height:2m
Weight:72.5 kg
Body Type:Long and lanky, doesn't have the elvish ears
Mother: Dedarina Vulon
Father: Jack Shay
Siblings (if any):None
Profession:Supernatural Hunter
Talents: Is an excellent driver, has amazing aim, is great at street fighting
Abilities: Can summon the dead, has the agility of an elf, has the speed and strength of a vampire
Strengths: Has the natural prowess of an elf with the added boost of the Vampire Disease
Flaws: Can be hot headed, can't go into the sun for an extended period of time, talks faster than he thinks, doesn't do a good job at hiding himself as a vampire, is a major elitist
Weapon (if any): Two twin pistols with silver bullets and gauntlets that mimic the myth of Vampires having claws
Background: Chris was born with an Elvish mother and Human father, making him a hybrid. He showed signs of his Elvish roots at the age of 13, being more agile than other kids. He was a track star until the age of 15, that's when everyone began to resent him. He began to show signs of necromancy, bringing a dead bird to life by accident in the school yard. At the age of 17, he was bitten by an unknown vampire and contracted the Vampire Disease. He hated himself for 3 years until he realized that his characteristics weren't curses, they were gifts. He then decided to become a Supernatural Hunter to rid the world of what he deemed 'Lesser Creatures,' creatures that were too weak to protect themselves.
RP Example: I walked into the house of my target, a werewolf named Johnny, he was wanted because of his hunting patterns. He was a vicious killer, but I had dealt with plenty of those. I walked into the kitchen and heard a rather unpleasant voice say, "Get out." I sighed, "Can't do that," I took out my pistols and waited. Johnny jumped out at me and I dodged easily and shot him in the leg, using the reflection in the window. I then stood up and walked over to him, the silver in the bullet had injured him badly. I smiled and slipped on my gauntlents, "I'm gonna have some fun with you..." His blood curdling screams could be heard for a mile atleast.
Notes: He wears a blood red trenchcoat, white gloves, orange sunglasses, and a large, blood red Australian style hat so he can go outside during the day. He is fluent in Elvish and English.

He can summon the undead about 7 times a day and their under his control for 15 minutes.

Around 15-20, but they are really fragile, he mostly uses them for getaways after he completes a contract sloppily.