❝ i once believed that the road of happiness continued forever and ever into the distance. when it was destroyed, i realized for the first time that it lies upon a thin sheet of glass.❞

he is currently and forever will be employed with CSC, an organization that keeps superhuman and supernatural beings under control. he joined this organization due to the memories he could retain of his past traumas of his torture. To help out those who even wronged him and the innocent, he had decided to eliminate any supernatural creatures that taint the world that they live in. with each passing day, he's became more and more powerful, developing skills and abilities much faster. posing him as a threat to many due to his power. as he continued on his path, he overpowered his fellow comrades. they resented him for this, and each person that tried to fight and break his reign, failed. with his new found strength, he started to enjoy his line of work more than he should have; seeking out souls of any living being to destroy. he felt hatred for the world; the creatures; the life on earth. this only fueled his will to place harm on others, even if he felt the guilt anyone would feel when taking another's life.β € β €

β–ΈPROFILE :

name: kang sebastian
code name: inquisitor
species: original pureblood vampire
place of birth: paris, france
date of birth: november 3rd
zodiac sign: scorpio
age: unknown but looks around 19-25
gender: male
height: 6'6
body type: feminine, slim
eye color: heterochromia - one eye hazel and the other black
hair color: black but ranges from other colors every now and then
sexuality: homosexual

β–ΈPERSONALITY :

he is one who likes to observe things, and people around him. nothing will slip pass him as he sees everything, and hears everything. all secrets will be known about. other than that, the vampire can also come off as charming and mysterious. he may seem like a gentle and caring guy but do not let that fool you. he becomes a very sadistic, vile, and, disgusting monster behind closed doors.traits: gentle, motherly, sweet, sadistic, rude, crybaby, possessive, abusive, manipulative, petty

𝑩𝑳𝑢𝑢𝑫 -- so much 𝑩𝑳𝑢𝑢𝑫. thinking back to that day, it's all he can see, can smell, taste and feel. he can still hear the shrill, piercing screams as he tore into the flesh of an innocent. though he often thinks of this time, he never once anticipated that those affected would come for revenge. that he'd find himself in a position all to similar to the one that his victims found themselves in. family members, other creatures, and just your average run of the mill humans found him, and they were determined to make him feel what he put their family and friends through. their plan was soon put into effect when they all came together, their one common goal a driving force between the group of them. they wouldn't be satisfied until he was bleeding, bruised, and torn to shreds. locating him was easier than any of them could've anticipated, all it took was one of them to figure out the organization he worked with and they were set. he doesn't remember much, only coming to, his hands bound to the arms of his seat, legs crushed in a way that had he been a pathetic, pile of human goo, would have left him debilitated, unable to move if he so wanted to. he can't even wrap his head around how they possibly got to him. there was a whirlwind of noises, and smells invading his senses, though his sight was blocked off, making it impossible for him to see a thing transpiring in front of him. he couldn't yet see the others chained up, couldn't see his loved ones being tortured, but he could hear it all. he could hear the screams, their cries, the pain they experienced. but his eyes were not permitted to view them, he was forced to hear all the torture they endured, to make matters worse, he knew just who each of them were. knew that they were being reprimanded for his past actions. after what felt like ages, his vision was returned to him, but only for the purpose of being forced to see his family bleeding in ways he didn't think to be possible, the chairs they once stood on now located below them as they were strung up, legs dangling in the air with wooden stakes stabbed into their chest as the sounds of ripping skin filtered the room. each and every one of his family members was barely breathing. barely able to hold on.. his captors though, were truly vile creatures, as they forced the already suffering vampire to feast on his loved ones torn flesh, and eyes. the same eyes that reflected nothing but love throughout their time together. No one knows what switched, what sent upon the change, but somehow he had found a way to go free, and the sight was none too pretty.
their was fresh blood, guts and limbs sprawled across the walls and the dimly lit room, a barren, yet animalistic look on his features. the sounds, and obvious pain radiating off the four he loved most was enough to force a side of him free that he never knew existed. but for now.. his barbaric side was front and center now, that much was evident from the guttural instincts to give him strength and to regenerate at an impending rate than the average. hungrily wanting to crush those who are weak. as for every vampire, blood being an aqueous liquid that thrived the undead thirst to live. made from the depths of hell itself to lay despair on a room of wrong doers who go against his will. all the more to be granting him (β€” who was currently without his weapon of choice) his scythe. If the room wasn't in disarray before, it certainly was now, the amount of blood that filled the ground was enough to leave dark imprints from where he stepped. bringing the utmost satisfaction to see how easily the weak fell to their knees as their fragile excuses of bodies were drained. a snack for him at most. blood splashed against his face, drenching his clothes, and caused the vicinity to have a wretched smell of his victims. consistently, those who have wretched sins. conveying their worst. he'd never smiled so widely, never inhaled the air so deeply. what was disgusting to those against him, were the signs of triumph for the vampire. signs that he had once again been the person to commit such horrid acts..wait..he committed these sins...he slaughtered them without a thought. was he just as bad as they presumed him to be? Or was he worse...? why did he feel so bad suddenly when they've wronged him? His mind was a flutter with various thoughts, all with one common theme. Kill. Eat. and Repeat. but, holy hell. If he could, he'd do it all over again. even if it meant saying the grail of heaven and hell in the same sentence.

𝟎𝟎𝟏. : he absolutely adores sweets. anything with a fruity flavor is also to his taste.
𝟎𝟎𝟐. : he's a cannibal. as much as he can feed off of humans, vampires blood tends to give him more nutrients.
πŸŽπŸŽπŸ‘. : with a love for nature he very so often finds himself filling his home with various types of flowers.
πŸŽπŸŽπŸ’. : the vampire struggles with attachment issues. any type of kind gestures and or affection will send the bloodsucker into a strong obsession. this causing him to become abusive or manipulative if he feels like said person will leave him.
πŸŽπŸŽπŸ“. : he's a huge sadomasochist.
πŸŽπŸŽπŸ”. : he dreams that one day he will have a romance like those from movies he's watched.
πŸŽπŸŽπŸ•. : he has elf like ears and enjoys when people play with them.
πŸŽπŸŽπŸ–. : despite his somewhat soft look, he enjoys death metal and black metal.
πŸŽπŸŽπŸ—. : be careful of what you say to him. he isn't afraid to snap back.
𝟎𝟏𝟎. : collects the eyes of those he kills. you might sometimes catch him snacking on a few every now and then.

β–ΈADMIN RULES :

𝟎𝟎𝟏. : admin is 21 years old and goes by he/him pronouns. you may call me vonhell or parasite.
𝟎𝟎𝟐. : my muse has multiple face claims since I can never decide. he is born male and his pronouns are he/him. please respect that.
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