Adrik Sergo
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Description
Personality
Adrik is definitely not the fellow you would want to meet in a dark alley, even though he’s the most likely you would. There are several good reasons for this. One, because he’s a Death Eater, and doesn’t even bother to hide it. He may be useless in situations where Voldemort might want a spy, but other factors already rule out that as a way to help his Master. Adrik proudly claims his allegiance when asked and would never deny it even if his life was on the line- though because of another reason, that’s also rare. Why are these things true? Why, it’s because Adrik is not human and not in attitude alone; he is a Child of the Night- a Vampire. He enjoys what he is and is definitely not ashamed of it. After over seventy years of being such, shame tends to die out.
Along with the two holes in the side of his neck and two fangs glinting in his mouth, Adrik has gained much more from being a vampire. One, he has the bloodlust. While ‘noble’ vampires who have chosen to side with the Ministry of Magic or go ‘vegetarian’ by dining on only animal blood, Adrik embraces it willingly and eagerly. It seems as though he almost constantly has the bloodlust even though he might have just eaten. His vicious nature shows through with each encounter he has with people. Sergo never tries to ‘turn’ fellows to create new vampires. Instead, he bites to kill. He doesn’t want to have to drag around some goofy teenager as an apprentice and for that reason is determined not to be a sire and prefers to just completely destroy his meals.
When on the hunt, he enjoys using his vampiric powers to his advantage. The allure over women is one he particularly enjoys- he won’t deny having his way with a girl before killing her and his good-looks (though pale and cold) definitely helps with his charm. But never has he actually fallen in love- those stories of vampires falling in love with humans and having to ‘fight their bloodlust not to destroy their love’ are nothing more than myth in his opinion. He views anyone without fangs to be lesser than he, because it’s true; they are mortal while he will never die by bullets, spells or old age! Only decapitation and a stake through the heart will stop him and he’s not going to be stupid enough to die by something like that.
Because he was once a human and the Ministry rules allow it (he wouldn’t care if they didn’t) he still carries a wand. But he doesn’t like using it- he keeps it for things like sending messages and making like more convenient but when it comes to things like murder, he ultimately prefers using his fangs and bare hands to kill who he likes. Why use Avada Kederva to kill when the victim’s blood will no longer be fresh and pumping? Why use Imperius when vampire hypnosis works just as well? Why use Crucio when sinking your teeth into someone’s neck and sucking the very life out of them accomplishes the same purpose? He keeps it sheathed during battles and instead keeps his fangs bared.
But even though he’s an evil vampire and all that, he still manages to have a sense of humor. Adrik is very sarcastic and uses his biting wit to poke fun at friends and foes alike. Hardly a serious thing comes out of his mouth- he always says it in the same dry voice so that sometimes it’s hard for the more dense people to pick up that he’s even saying something sarcastic, which just makes Adrik even MORE sarcastic and if that goes on for too long, he gets fed up and just kills them. Well, if they’re enemies. If they’re on the same side then he’ll just stop trying and walk away with a new view on the person he was just talking to.
Appearance
Adrik retains the good-looks he had when he was thirty even though he’s now over 100, as all vampires look the same as they do when they were bitten… because when your body no longer functions, it no longer ages. So he’s basically a young man with all the experience of an old one. On actual looks, he also has the usual symptoms of being a vampire. No heartbeat, pale skin, hollow-looking eyes and two long fangs in his mouth that are most of the time splattered with blood. He inherited his father’s looks, mostly, but with his mother’s dark hair. The result is something that looks amazingly Slytherin when coming from two nice and generous Hufflepuff parents.
Long jet-black hair falls from his head and about down to his shoulders, parted at the side and sometimes tied back in a ponytail if he feels like it’s going to get in the way. It’s very sleek, shiny and limp- no body whatsoever and looks as if it’s constantly wet… probably wet with grease. Dark eyebrows match his hair and are usually lowered to create the constant look of slyness or anger across his face. Below these are his eyes, which are a stunning blue and provide a nice contrast to his pale and dark features. They’re usually sparkling as if someone has just told him a terribly funny joke, even though the joke is usually on the unfortunate person he has just bitten into.
On overall appearance, he’s tall and gangly and looks as if he has really no muscle on him. But while he may not, the unnatural enhanced strength that one gets from becoming undead makes up tenfold for his lack of muscle. While his scrawny shoulders and stooped posture aren’t very intimidating, when an eerie smile flits across his face and reveals two frighteningly long fangs, one knows to be afraid of him. On clothing, he prefers robes of course. Usually dark colors and mostly blacks, though leather boots would never be denied. Sometimes he wears fingerless gloves while he works, simply because he says ‘you can get a better grip on someone’s neck with them’.
History
The Past
Adrik was born in a little English town that no one ever gave a care about- and neither did he. He hated living in a place where muggles were right around the corner and their houses were bigger than his. His family was poor; a small shack for the three of them was all they could afford. And yes, they were purebloods- not all families with perfect wizarding blood are rich. His mother and father tried to give their son the most normal life they could, though, devoting everything to him they could. They went without sometimes even necessities just to get him all the things he needed- brand new- for school. But Adrik didn’t have a compassionate heart like his parents and demanded these things rather than realize that his parents were starving so he could carry his new books in a shiny trunk.
Off to Hogwarts he went, and was promptly sorted into Slytherin (much to the horror of his Hufflepuff parents, who couldn’t realize where they went wrong, but supported him all the same). While he already had a less-than-grateful heart, being around so many people who were much more sinister than he could ever even dream of being made him even colder of a person until he was right along with the rest of them. When he came home he was a terror to his parents, who missed the somewhat bossy but lovable child they had once known. He hated his parents, just because they insisted on loving him and being supportive even though he knew that his attitude made them cringe.
Finally when he came of age, he fled from his parents and instead moved into a room at the Leaky Cauldron and never told them where he went. He went to Hogwarts and finished out his seventh year, ready to find a job somewhere and survive. These were simpler times- there was no Dark Lord hanging over the wizarding community. He found a job at the place where he stayed, the Leaky Cauldron as a busboy until finally he managed to wriggle his way into the Ministry to work at a meaningless desk job in some Department that didn’t really matter. He didn’t care about his work and only cared about the money he was bringing in- he had no heart in it.
But all that changed when he was thirty seven and out walking- it was still considered safe to walk alone after dark in those times. Voldemort hadn’t even been born yet. But something evil already found it’s way to him- a vampire leaped from the shadows and before he could even get his wand out, Adrik was bitten. He managed to somehow wrestle himself away from it and get away but it was too late- he already had started turning. Immense pain came and he fell unconscious and when he woke up, his heartbeat was gone and his skin was cold to the touch. He was a vampire. At first he was scared and ashamed, never coming back to his job and holing himself away in a run-down Knockturn tavern.
But then the hunger came. He tried to stop it but couldn’t- the bloodlust took him and he attacked someone. It was a young girl, maybe even Hogwarts age, and she didn’t survive the attack. When Adrik regained his senses he had blood on his hands… but he was full. And he had… enjoyed it. That was when Adrik embraced his new darkness. He avoided ministry vampire-slayers and killed when he wanted, traveling the world to avoid being caught. This sort of life took him back to Britain eventually and that’s where he first heard of Voldemort and what he was doing. The vampire watched Voldemort for a long time until finally he decided that this Dark Lord might actually make it- and he joined him.
