Bast

Appearance

7'2" about 340 pounds, although he is rather large and well built his movements are very catlike and graceful. Below his right eye runs a scar which almost touches the corner of his lip, his face seems very stern, though there seems to be distant quality to him, always giving the interpretation of "The Mysterious stranger."

History

What a Life, umm should I say un-life, for the past 6 months I've been learning how to live life as a vampire, let me start at the begining, and I mean the begining.

You see it seems, I've been stalked for the last 6 years of my life, only to be sudenlly droped into a world I never knew existed.

My name is Marcus feldon, but most people call me Bast.

As a child I was very much a loner, tending to stick to myself and not talk to many other kids, in time I started wondering the streets alone, finding seemingly deserted allyways where I could be alone with my thoughts, where no one would bother me.

One day I found an ally where a dog was terorizing this cat and I steped in, the dog ran away, but the cat seemed to get very friendly, I had this strange feeling like I knew it wanted to thank me (but dismissed it at the time and never thought about it again until after my embrace), I named the cat Gift, my reason for this well my first companion, a present I would always cherish.

But I'm getting ahead of myself here, you see as time went on more and more cats came to my side, walking with me in the allyways and down the street. In time I earned my nickname of bast, though Bast is the name of the Egyption cat godess it somehow seemed appropriate, I soon got used to the name Bast and started introducing myself as such.

As I grew older I started climbing on to roofs and following the cats to thier more hidden locations, in my late teens I was a very strong and flexible lad and enjoyed the solitude the roofs of a city offered. by the time I was seventeen I would disappear from home for weeks at a time hiding in the allys and on the roofs. I guess it was at about this point in time my sire took an interest in me as at times the cats would act a little strange, almost as if we were being watched.

Besides a few other strange encounters I had during the following six years I kept very much to my self, living my life with the cats, my adopted family. I earned money by working as a bouncer, my size, strength and agility seemed ideal for the part.

It was three days after I turned 23 that my sire (a woman named Nicole Lamprat) approached and embraced me. I had seen her come to the night club I worked at fairly frequantly in the last few months of my life, and she seemed to take a liking to me, though the way her eyes sparkled and her short hair felt more like fur than hair it didn't take away from her beauty, but added to that charm she had. After she embraced me she spent 3 nights training me then left, I haven't heard from her since.

For the first 2 weeks I only fed off the cats that stayed with me as drinking human blood still seemed a little much, but I wasn't getting enough blood from the cats, so I began to feed, but only when I felt a great need to.

But this brings me to today and why I stand before you. I learned of the need to report new vampires to the prince or else have them killed, somehow I doubt my Sire has afforded me this luxury, so I stand before you today, and ask that I be allowed to live in you domain my prince.