A thousand years old immortal who still figures things about himself and his kind. I was off a bar walking home, when a group of strangers circled me in an alley, they brought out their guns and knives and told me to give them all I have. I looked at them and said, I'm sorry I only have $10 with me here and my phone. Then, one of them told me “are you joking with me right now and I told them you picked the wrong person to rob this night and if you can't take what have got then please leave me alone. As silly as I was, I saw a fist coming up and then he punched me and they all gathered to beat me up. As angry as I was, I got up as fast as I could, because I'm fast and I grabbed one by his neck and tore out his skin with my long canine teeth. Yeah I know what you guys are thinking, a vampire right? Actually, NO Im more of an upgrade. One I hate blood and two I feed on skins (flesh) that's how I survive.