Pathetic mortal beings.
Why are you here?

If you're really interested in me, I suppose I can tell you a few things:

I am young. I'm a babe considered to my fellow peers. My year of birth is 1496, barely after Christopher Columbus sailed to find an easier trade route. For you non math savvy characters out there, I am 514 years of age.

I am a writer, and a musician of sorts. I play the cello, violin, piano, harp, flute, and a variety of other instruments I've learned over time.

My main loves are the Renaissance era, Ancient Greece and Rome, or any time period involving the humans' efforts to further pursue their intellect.

I am most certainly not one of those ridiculous, Twilight vampires you see floating around, for I find the crunch of human bone and veins rather pleasant between my teeth.

I am vain, I am a killer, and I am egotistical. If I find you lower than myself, which I'm already quite sure you are, I will more than likely have to exterminate your pathetic life on this planet.

Farewell for now, you weak little beasts.