Birth Name: Unknown

Alias: Crow/Krähe/The Murdered King/Silver

Place of birth: Unknown

Date of birth: Unknown

Occupation: N/A

Age: Unknown

Gender: Male

Physical description: Silver stands a slender 5'4, with a medium build. He has long, brown, almost black hair that is usually tied back in a low pony tail that hangs down to his knees, dark red, nearly black eyes and is about as pale as your avarage sheet of printer paper. He generally comes off as looking more like he's in his early teens rather than being a couple thousand years old, with the typical "murder" fangs.

Cloths: Black Steel toed boots, black and red jacket with a red bird embroidered on the back, the jacket has a very deep hood, high collar that hides his face, fitted in the top and goes all the way to the ground with a two way zipper, black dress pants and a white dress shirt.

Comic Color:red

Superhuman power(s):
Vampiric immortality 5:
Does not age, immune to disease and toxins, and all wounds save for instantly fatal heal instantly, resurrects in 30 mins if killed, nothing will heal until the 30minute mark where everything will suddenly heal. If Silver does not have enough blood to heal or upkeep the power, it will stop working, save for the 30 minute ressurection and cut all others down to half their level. Upkeep is the same as an instantly fatal hit. Permanent death by carving out his heart while he's dead, stabbing it with a pure silver stake inscribed with "rest"(or something meaning rest) and placed in a solid silver box with the same inscription on all six sides, buried in holy ground. The same inscription must be carved into his throat. When all conditions are met, the rest of Silvers body will turn to ash. If any of the conditions are disturbed, Silver can resurrect from his heart.
1: Minor wounds: 0.5L Major: 1L Fatal: 2L Death blow: 5L Store:10L
2: Minor wounds.: 0.4L Major: 0.8L Fatal: 1.6L Death blow: 4L
3: Minor wounds: 0.3L Major: 0.6L Fatal: 1.2L Death blow: 3L Store:12L
4: Minor wounds: 0.2L Major: 0.4L Fatal: 0.8L Death blow: 2L
5: Minor wounds: 0.1L Major: 0.2L Fatal: 0.4L Death blow: 1L Store:15L

Shapeshift; Murder(minor)
Shift large black, silver tipped feathered wings, claws, giving him an almost harpy like look.
1: as flight 1
2: cause others powers to behave in reverse or some other strange ways when directly targeting silver, save for healing powers
3: As Flight 2
4: Guarded from physical attacks of lower level
5: as flight 3

Special skills, knowledge or abilities:
(Rated 0-5, 0 as no skill, 5 as master, specialties go in brackets)
Academics: 4(ancient literature)
Computer: 0
Craft: 3(make shift weaponry/tools)
Medicine: 3(herbal/ancient remedies)
Occult: 3(murder style vampires only)
Politics: 0
Science: 0
Athletics: 5(general)
Brawl: 0
Drive: 0
Firearms: 5(bow only)
Larceny: 0
Stealth: 5(general)
Survival: 4(forage, shelter)
Weaponry: 5(Long sword, Rapier, small dagars only)
Animal Ken: 4(live stock, horses)
Empathy: 3
Expression: 0
Intimidate: 3(creepy)
Persuasion: 3
Socialize: 0
Streetwise: 0
Subterfuge: 4

Paraphernalia:
Ruby encrusted, solid silver long sword-enchanted to fix itself if broken, dulled or dented in any way.

Power origin: unknown

Personality: Silver tends to be a bit of a loonatic when it comes to people he likes he's extremely possessive, and is almost completely shameless since he no longer has any kind of reputation to really keep up.

Alignment: Neutral evil, may swing toward chaotic or lawful depending on his mood and surroundings.

Biography:
Taken in by an odd man living alone in a castle full of servants at a young age, people came to beleive he was the kings son and when he passed away of old age, everything was given to him. He figured out at an early age that he wasn't exactly prone to eatting normal human food, and it took an out right mental snap and a dead servant to figure out what he did need to eat. So while his "father" was alive, he made sure the boy was well fed on sacrifices from those who couldn't, or refused to pay their taxes. Very little changed when he took over the throne, and for many years he simply continued on with what his father imposed. It worked, keeping people in line as well as generally happy. Eventually he started to get bored. Servants would go through their life spans, and the one or two who were interesting eventually got old and died or got sick and died while he continued right along, unchanging up until he heard something interesting. "Vampires can make other vampires." What an interesting thought. And if he could make another vampire... who would it be? From that point on, he made a point to find some one who stood out... got his attention and kept it. still a few years later and a boy came to the castle, presenting himself as one of the little sacrifices to excuse his familys insufficient work. Currious, he instead put the kid to work in the castle, and not long after that, the boy had his full attention. So when, for what ever reason, he thought to ask him why he always hid in the shadows, the way to give him a proper answer seemed perfectly obvious. And so he had another vampire around. Now just how in the heck should he treat the boy. This question further messed with his head when the kid woke up with no memories of anything. So he came up with a name that sounded interesting, patted him on the head and told him to take a nap so he could figure out what in the hell to do with him. About thirty years later he returned from a quick errand, visiting an aquantence in a some what far off place, he found marks around the castle, blood and ashes along with Dakarai-who they accidentally changed at some point or another wailing that some one had killed Deidre. By that point, the other young vampire could take care of himself, it wasn't like they ever really got along to begin with, and for whatever reason, he thought, if he could die, than maybe he should. Whether it was a moment of greif induced insanity, he still has no idea why he had all those boxes made, or why he honestly put himself out. Besides, the other two... No, the other one now... could take care of himself... Right?

2012, His box was dug up and accidentally dropped, the lid fell off and more than a few people died before Silvers mind kicked back in. What he found, was an excited young vampire girl, positively bouncing off the walls in excitement. The girl dragged the confused murder off, bathed, clothed and gave him a new name since apparently there was another Crow now. That and apparently the name some how suited him better. Not like he really cared what he went by anymore. But... now what to do? Dieing didn't seem like much fun, and there were sooo many new things he could do now.