Wolfgang Heinrich

Personality: Has a chip on his shoulder due to his losses, and avoids attachments. He has colleagues and acquaintances, but no true friends. Extremely logical and rational, to his own detriment. He tries to hide that he’s a vampire and doggedly pursues eradicating vampires from the earth, planning to end his own life once he’s sure he’s killed the last of them. He can be ruthless and cold in his vampire killings. He buys or steals bags of blood from medical facilities to survive, and very rarely feeds on anything alive, though he has in the past, before blood bags were available. He can psychically connect to humans to make them do his bidding, though he uses that ability sparingly and as ethically as possible. Deep down, he cares about humanity and wishes he’d had a normal human life. He is strictly attracted to women, though he rarely seeks their company or attention. His heart still belongs to his late wife, but he’s not above a one night stand. He abhors technology, but he has an iPhone and can drive a car, and will begrudgingly take advantage of modern conveniences when needed. He prefers to take trains or boats over airplanes for travel. He still quite old fashioned and can be a curmudgeon. He doesn’t drink alcohol or take drugs, as those substances have no effect on him. He still has a slight German accent, and speaks German, Latin, and English very well. Appearance: Height is 6’1”, and body is fit and muscular with broad shoulders, a strong jawline, high cheekbones. Has a light patch of black hair on his chest, and a clean shaven face. He has black hair that is cut short and typically worn neatly combed back, though his bangs sometimes fall into his eyes. He has soulful brown eyes that contradict his wish for solitude. No tattoos or piercings are on his warm-toned Caucasian skin. When he’s gone too long without feeding, his skin whitens and his veins appear to be more blue. He typically wears dark jeans, a black button-down shirt under a dark gray vest, a black leather jacket with the collar turned up, and beat up black leather combat boots. Tucked discreetly into his pockets, he carries expandable stakes and various folding knives that can be used to kill vampires. Age: Appears to be about 35 years old. Backstory: The eldest son of five children, he was born on February 3rd, 1803, to wealthy parents in a German port town. He inherited his father’s successful shipping business. He spent his 20’s as a rake and a womanizer, then fell in love and married at age 29, and became a proper gentleman. In November 1838, at age 35, his two young daughters and newly pregnant wife were killed by a vampire that had been harassing the town and making his victims look like they’d died of a plague brought on by rat bites. He was then turned by the same vampire, who he killed several years later by chaining him up outside that vampire’s own dilapidated castle, and letting the sunlight burn him to death. He lives in a large industrial loft apartment in an old factory building, located in a warehouse neighborhood in New York City, where he can live and work discreetly. He owns the entire building and intends to use the vacant parts as workspaces for his new team, a fortified home base for them to keep in contact with him whether he is local or traveling.