Name?
I've gone by many of these over the centuries. You may call me Theodore King, if I must choose but one.
Age?
Older than your grandfather's grandfather, human, plus centuries besides.
Appearance?
You won't find my image in any photograph, nor any video. I can hardly remember, myself, sometimes, for when I stand before a mirror, or any other reflective surface, I see nothing. My hair is blond - I believe it to always have been thus, but centuries upon centuries of darkness have bleached it nearly white. All the color, too, has bled from my eyes and skin, leaving my body pale as that of a corpse, and my eyes the grey of a clouded sky, from what I am told. I am not tall, by modern standards, but neither am I short, for I was considered a tall man when I was alive. I am told that my face is ethereally handsome, and I know that I possess an excess of charisma, so I believe it.
Personality?
What do you expect of me? I am a vampire, after all. A creature of darkness, slinking in shadows, feeding on the lifeblood of mortal humans. I am sly, I am underhanded, I am cruel, I am heartless, but I am charming and mortals are fools, and so I exist.
Preferred Victims?
Young women. I dislike to feed upon males, for the act is very much sexually charged, and I have never been a lover of men. Older women are frail and unattractive, and they do not interest me. Only the young, the strong entice me, for I love nothing more than the final helplessness, the surrender, as she dies within my arms.
History?
I have lived a long life, human. My tales are my own.
Vampire Stereotypes?
I possess physical power far beyond that which any mortal may achieve at the height of his youth, though my body is not muscular. I have the ability to toy with the human mind, to slip into your thoughts and control them when I hypnotize you with my eyes. I can cast a spell of darkness in my vicinity, and my shadow is a living thing, no mere blockage of the light, but an extension of myself. Bullets harm me not, and even the severence of my head is a setback that can be overcome.
On the other side of the coin, I have many of the weaknesses commonly associated with my kind. I cannot be seen in mirrors, nor on camera or videotape, and I do not cast a shadow in the normal course of things, which makes me distressingly easy to identify. I suffer from a mild form of OCD that often inhibits me, for the desire to count things drives me mad. A symbol of faith in the hands of a true believer may thwart me, unless blocked by a talisman of my own dark Gods, which I keep with me at all times. The sunlight will burn me to ash in a matter of moments, a final death that not even I may return from, and silver, God knows why, burns like fire against my skin. Ruby is a charm against silver's burn, and I wear several of these stones in rings and ear studs, and even on a chain around my throat.