The name's Conor.
I am 1.6 or 16 in Man years. Many call me the Vampire because of my pale skin, a birthmark on my neck and overall gothic appearance.
My father was a full-blooded elf, my Mother was also an elf, but in 1/6 also a human.
I'm 5'9 tall with fairly muscular body. My medium length, dark purple hair cover one of my golden eyes.
I aspire to be known amongst people as a wealthy and powerful man. A man who is merciful or cruel when it is needed.
A Sentimental Value: Lucky Rabbit Foot
Many say that Rabbit's Foot bring you luck. If it is truth than it is only a secondary reason of why I took it with me.
This is a trophy from my first ever hunting training. It will always remaind me of my childhood, that like for many others, it is forever gone.
Vincent, a tall man of average build with short black hair, a short beard and collorfull green eyes.
I met him one day at the tavern, he approached me and introduced himself.
I didn't trust him at first, but there was something about him that I can't quite explain. Perhaps it was his charismatic approach to people.
He said that he knows about my goals and that I have a lot of potential. My true goals are hidden even from this journal and it surprised me, because how could he knew?
He gave me a proposition to give me information and advice when ever I would need it, in exchange for my trust and friendship.
After a bit of thought I agreed.