Malachy James Westfield



How old are you?
426

Are you in school or going to work? If so, what are are you in, or where do you work?
School, I don't need to work, as Ive collected numerous trinkets over the years.

Are you married, dating, or single?
Single

What significant events have happened in your history?
I was born on April 1st of the year 1582 to a relatively well off family for the times. My mother always had fine dresses and jewelry. Boy she loved her jewelry. My father would have noticed if he wasn't too busy staring at the help. I was taught from an early age that women were to be elegant pictures who's opinions were little more than jokes. When I was four my thoughts had more essential values than my mothers unless the topic of conversation was child baring or rearing, and even then my mother was lacking. She loved her bobbles more than me. And father loved his liquor. The effects of alcohol on a gentleman haven't changed much. I guess it would have been stupid to assume that it did.

My parents created one other life besides my own. That of my younger brother Mathias. He is or rather was four years younger than me. I remember briefly having a fondness for him but I can't recall many specific moments that would reflect them. I vividly remember when I was 10 and he was just going on 6, we were playing outside in the mud after a summer rain storm. Getting dirty was strictly forbidden in our home, gentlemen do not play in the mud. I heard father's voice coming near and hid while Mathias, being only a little boy didn't have the sense and father beat him for it. I don't think he ever really forgave me. The last time I saw him I was 16 and walking out of the house. Father didn't approve of my current obsession with a certain woman, below our stature. I was told to leave so I did and I didn't look back. A year later news of Mathias's death came to my ears... turns out the devil had come to town and drained him dry. I don't think I've forgiven myself for leaving him like that.

As I rounded my 18th year I was still pursuing a girl by the name of Penelope Wilington. Her strawberry lochs caressed her face so beautifully. If only she hadn't let her father arrange her marriage, maybe I would have had a chance. Hell I thought I had a chance even after the wedding date had been made. She wouldn't waiver, like many women of the time, was a real daddy's girl. Before her wedding I had gone to a pub and sloshed back as much of the drink as I could. Walking wasn't easy I'll tell you that, I think I ran into the same stool five times before I could get my feet to take me to the door. Outside I met the most seductive creature known to man or at least I thought so. I don't remember much from then until I woke up the next morning with teeth marks in my neck and blood on my lips. She was gone and I had no idea who she was.

With in hours of getting bitten I remember feeling an insufferable, insatiable hunger for what I couldn't place. Suddenly I could hear this pounding in my head as I walked out side. Every person looked appetizing, male or female. That in itself was enough to shock the hell out of me. I was freaking out in the middle of the streets to the point where the law enforcement ended up being called. I was thrown in what constituted a jail with four other inmates, which is where I tasted first blood. I became a beast in every sense of the word. The rational portions of my brain totally shut down leaving in their wake animistic instincts. No one got out of that jail alive, I say no one because I was dead before I went in.

Because of this I was hunted a long time. Actually all of my adult life, while I stayed in Europe. By the time I finally left the world had changed, I could pretend to be this average joe... I pushed my hunger deep with in myself and satiated it only with the blood of animals. First vermin then I elevated it to purchased supplies of butchers blood. The early 1900's I strolled the coast playing in smaller cities in Rhode island. Never over staying my welcome. Slowly I moved inward, and ended up in Chicago. I couldn't bring myself to leave. And now the school gives me the perfect opportunity to find a more permanent home.

What are five things you like?
[*] Chicago Winter
[*] History since I've seen allot of it
[*] Science
[*] Color
[*] Sex

What are five things you hate?
[*] Hypocrites
[*] The Insects of Society
[*] Arrogance
[*] Needing to Hide
[*] Drab and Boring

What do you think is your best personality feature?
Personality, actually I've been told I don't have one but if I had to choose I'd say my strong will.

What is your worst personality feature?
My blood lust, I can be quite the animal.

How would you describe your appearance?
I'm not overly tall or good looking in my opinion. When I'm sporting a human visage I have longish brown hair and brown eyes. I am muscular but not overly so and my state of dress tends to lean toward conservative dark hues.

Describe yourself in one word.
Vampire

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