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A.lucard has a minion!

Trecorum the Dark Matter

A.lucard
Legacy Name: A.lucard

The

Darkmatter Velosotor
Owner: Sithana

Age: 19 years, 1 month, 1 week

Born: February 6th, 2007

Adopted: 19 years, 1 month, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: February 6th, 2007 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 6
Strength: 16
Defense: 13
Speed: 13
Health: 14
HP: 14/14
Intelligence: 8
Books Read: 8
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

You'll never get me. I'll kill again.

It's a thankless job, but somebody's got to do it!Peeling of the tissue inch by inch,Skinnin' off the muscles, too!Harvestin' the kidneys for the fall!Savin' up the livers in the fridge!No one ever thanks me when I'm done,How self-absorbed people can be!With a slice or a snip,Eenie-meenie-miney-mo!With a cut, and a stitch,Returning organs brand-new!It's a thankless job, but somebody's got to do it!Like a mop, and a broom,No one likes a thankless job!

He grinned, the smile creeped up his cheeks, resembling a Cheshire cat. He adorned nothing more but a black pair of jeans, the rest of his body was unclothed, barren. His laughing broke the silence, tilting his head back as he laughed; eyes wide opened in a maniacal gaze. In an almost gleeful manner, he had begun to dance, almost in a waltz, humming and twirling around the metal examination table that had a man strapped down with leather straps. He made his way over to a large table, it held various types of instruments including knives and surgical equipment. He hovered his hand over them before settling on a scalpel, he twirled it between his fingers as he once again approached the body. He smiled that deathly grin once more as he brought his fingers down to the man's cheek, lightly caressing as he watched the chest rise and fall. His breathing was slow and rhythmic a sign he was in a deep sleep.He pressed the scalpel to the chest, making a small incision above the right pectoral. All of a sudden the man's eyes snapped wide open. He began to scream yet his mouth was taped shut. Straining against the straps, he tried desperately to free himself but the restraints held strong and only resulted in tiring himself out. His kidnapper only smiled and placed his finger to his lips. Reaching behind his back, he pulled out a hypodermic needle. He tapped it a few times before he inserted it into the man's neck. His eyes fluttered before he once again drifted off into a deep sleep.Alucard once again began to cut, this time undisturbed. He moved onto the larger knife with it's serrated blade and bone handle which made the next round of cutting much more easier. He made a Y incision down the middle of the chest, blood had began to flowed rather freely down onto the floor but being the man that he is, he had place the body on a table that had trenches alongside the left and right sides so that any blood spilled, would travel along these grooves before collecting in large tubs where it will be collected later to be digested. He placed the knife back unto the table in it's proper position because being organized and orderly made things much easier in his life. He once began to sing, his voice rang out, echoing off the walls. His voice clear and insane in it's performance much like his cutting. He moved onto the rib cage spreader and as he placed it in the body, it made a cracking noise, forcefully ripping the ribs apart. He closed his eyes for a brief second as it revel in everything he saw before him. The blood passing through the veins and the heart beating slow and healthy. His gaze turned to the liver and lungs and no longer did he smile but sneer at the thought that this man had the right to live, this man who wore many faces and fooled so many. this man who wreck so many families and families who were still searching for those he ravaged and burned. He hissed, his lips curled into a snarl as he let out a loud scream. Then the meticulous and tidy cuts became violent and cruel as he yanked out the organs, placing them in containers to be sent to various law enforcement agencies later on. As his rage finally flickered and died so did the man bound on the table. He wiped the back of his hand on his forehead, preventing the sweat to drip into his eyes. He sighed, wheeling the limp body into the next room. The stench of blood filled his nostrils, he continued until he was opposite a large tank of piranhas. He kissed the man's forehead as he placed a small gold coin into the mouth before loosing the straps and sliding the corpse into the vat of hungry fish but not before gingerly plucking out the eyes. He entered the previous room where along side the left most wall hung a large shelf lined with dozens of specimen bottles. He placed his newly acquired treasures inside a liquid to preserve them. He smiled as he held them up to the light."I see you..." He laughed as he placed the jar with the eyes back in its placed. He was almost jovial as he made his way to the trays which held the organs in which he had alphabetizes them according to size. Pulling a small coin from his pocket he placed it inside one of the chambers of the heart and packing it in a container filled with ice. He would mail it tomorrow to the police notifying them of his newest acquirement. He left the room humming and dancing once again. His job done for the night, he headed back into the shadows.

The Ferry Man had struck again....

Alucard is ageless, immortal and no one really knows how old he is but even he has stated he has since lost track of his age. He has been killing since he was a child but back then, times were tough so you did what was needed to survive even if it meant slicing a few throats in the process. However, unlike others who had turned away from killing, Al, thrived on it. He loved the feeling as he made a kill and the rush it sent through his blood.He was known in England as a killer who stalked women in the impoverished districts in and around the Whitechapel 1888. He never would of thought his cleansing of the damned would give him world wide attention to this day even if no one knew it was him. He has the twisted sense of righteous and has no sense of right or wrong but has a soft spot for children. He often volunteers at children centers and entertaining children in the pediatric wards of hospitals in and around where he lives. He think of anyone who hurts children as devils and should be removed like a blemish on the skin and since he has moved into the neighborhood, the number of child predators have decreased. He is rather handsome with a twist of Clark Gable and a pinch of Rudolf Martin. His eyes are a deep green with a slight tinge of blue which makes them rather hypnotic if you stare long enough. His hair is cut to his shoulder and blond almost white in color. Some say he is of Viking descent but he doesn't say much about his lineage. His frame is lean and muscular which he takes great care in as he needs to be in top form to go after his prey. Al also finds enjoyment in sending various organs to police much like he did back in England and nowadays he is known as The Ferry Man because various organs were found near rivers with a gold coin tucked or sewn into them. He is vampric in nature as his diet consists mainly of blood but has a slight obsession with chocolate and consumes unhealthy amounts of it. So you could say he has a sweeter side to him.

Heaven ablaze in our eyesWe're standing still in timeThe blood on our hands is the wineWe offer as sacrifice

Vallo has offered him employment to his club as his expertise at subduing people make him an excellent enforcer and although Vallo has heard of his extracurricular activities, he still sees him as a close friend and Al sees Vallo as a friend as well.

Additional Info

Full Name - Unknown but his first name is Vincent or this is what he calls himself from time to time.

Height - 6'3"

Age - 32 in appearance yet his real age is unknown.

Eye Color - Deep Green with a tinge of blue

Body Type - Slender muscular build.

Hair Color - Light Blonde and it comes just inches below his shoulders

Relationship Status - Single and not looking.

Family - Julius (father/deceased)Constance (mother/deceased)Atheal rarely discusses his family and no one dares to ask but it is known that his father died of unknown causes leaving his mother heartbroken where months later she ended her life.

Ancestry - Believed to be either of Nordic or Italian descent.

Mental Status - Unstable at most and it is said that his personality is border line Psychotic yet this doesn't stop him from charming those he comes in contact with. Even when he slips into his psychotic behavior, he seems to pull back when children are present. He also seems to protect women and has often stepped in to rescue any female who needs help.

Profession - Full time Killer and Part Time employee at Vallo's club.Having lived as long as he has, he has amassed quite a fortune which makes what he does far easier.

Hobbies - TortureExperimenting with human anatomyCollecting rare booksQuilt making and Needle pointWatching Bugs Bunny CartoonsVolunteering with children

Current Whereabouts - He lives in a sprawling estate in up state New York.

Likes - Hunting his preyTaunting law enforcementChildrenChocolateClassical RockReadingWorking out

Dislikes - Child AbusersHappy peopleReality TelevisionInfomercialsWhen prey escapes

Number Of Victims - Unknown but believed to bein the Thousands.

Weapon Of Choice - Surgical tools and poison.

Alias - Ferry Man