Human. Club Security/BouncerAppearance-
Eric stands at six feet and four inches tall and is built like a linebacker. Throughout his high school and college career, he played football and constantly worked to maintain his frame. A smooth wave of brown hair sits atop his head, matching his average brown eyes. He keeps himself clean shaven for the most part, but occasionally lets it grow out. A few scars dot his body, some from knife wounds, some from simple injuries such as falling. However, one mark stands out. Below the left side of his collar bone, barely visible bite marks can be seen sunken into the skin. Smaller marks lay around it, as if multiple bites at different times took place. Other than that, Eric is average and only slightly toned. You wouldn't see him on the cover of a male model magazine, that's for sure.Personality-
Eric's ego is quite small for a man that has been through so much. He tends to keep under the radar. In fact, he stays out of the spotlight so well, that he barely even knows the manager of the club he works at. He had met her a few times, but it was nothing more than a simple 'hello' or handing off of a paycheck. When it comes to friends, he keeps most of his social life to a minimum and only spends time with strangers when he has to. It's not that he's shy, it's just that he doesn't know who to trust. He tends to be quiet, but can 'kick someone's ass' when he has to.Strength-
Eric is a brawler. He has never trained in a formal marial art, nor does he have to. He grew up in the streets, fighting kids his age every day he walked home from school. It continued through high school, but eventually stopped at college. He can take hits - and dish them out just as well. He can be quick, but he isn't a god. He will always screw up every now and then. If he does manage to get someone on the ground, that unfortunate soul is probably going to lose a few teeth. Aside from strength, he is handy with a gun and learned to shoot from his father at a young age. So, if brute strength couldn't cut it, he always had his Kimber .45 within reach. It's inscription was initially meant to mock his former lover - a vampire - yet she hasn't sought retribution...yet.Weakness-
Eric's weakness will always be the one woman he truly had feelings for, before she turned out to be something he hated. His left knee is really his only physical weakness, so to speak. If it were to sustain a large hit, much less if it was swept, he'd have a hard time recovering. Mentally, his weakness is the constant yearning to become a vampire. He truly wanted to remain human, but he believes that his past lover was manipulating him mentally, trying to force him to change sides.Bio (Why you are what you are)-
Eric grew up the average city kid, getting by however he could. He fought more kids than he could remember, more than he wanted to remember...at least. In High school, it was the same thing. He had a girlfriend since Freshman year that lasted him throughout highschool, until she was hit by a car four days before graduation. He couldn't wrap his mind around it, and throughout college he couldn't lay with anyone, much less even date.
This was until a slender, beautiful woman approached him at the bar one night. Something about her pierced his mind. Her fragrance? Her touch? Her sudden interest in him? It didn't matter...somehow, she managed to drag him off to her house where they spent the night. Nothing happened, other than a few kisses and teases, but they grew on each other over the next few weeks.
Then he found it out.
Allison wasn't in bed one night. He had noticed her getting up many times before, but this time he stayed awake and waited...and waited...and waited some more. When she finally returned, she was fully clothed, out of breath, and her eyes were screaming with an untold sensation. He asked her where she had been? Why was she so happy in the middle of the night.
Then she jumped upon him and sunk her sharp teeth deep into his neck, just next to the collar bone. She was strong, and Eric couldn't resist. He simply laid there until the sucking stopped. Light headed and confused, he passed out...only to wake up the next morning with Allison sitting on the foot of the bed, staring at him.
He asked her what she had done, and why? Then she explained it to him. She was a vampire, and her thirst wasn't quenched when she came home. So she finished with him, just keeping him alive because she felt something for him.
Eric was scared that if he tried to run, or told anyone, she would kill him. So for many years, he let her drink his blood - but he didn't let her turn him. In return, he kept her secret and offered 'services' that were unmatched my what a mere human could do. With the strength a vampire, she was able to pleasure him in ways no one would imagine.
Finally, she forcibly tried to turn him. But before she could, he took a splintered piece of wood (part of their bedframe that broke in the previous fight) and shoved it into her chest. It caused her to pause, just as she was about to sink her venom enriched fangs into his neck once more. She merely looked down upon the stick, and yanked it from her chest."If you feel that strongly about this, perhaps I'll just let you live on your pathetic life as a human."
These words hurt him beyond belief, after all, he had grown to love the woman. But all he had left of her now was necklace. It's design was spectacular, yet he didn't know what it meant. She never told him either, all he knew was that it was meant for courting in the vampire world.
Now, in the present time, Eric works at the local club, constantly seeing faces that resemble Allison's, only for the person to disappear shortly after. He always keeps his gun on him, the text reminding him of the words his love had repeated every night when he came home.
(Sorry if this seems rushed, did it while writing a paper.)