Levi Booker
Character Name: Levi Booker
Nicknames: None
Face/Model Claim: Michael Fassbender
Age: 107 (True) 34 (Appearance)
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Nationality: American
Hometown: Richmond, Virginia
Relatives: All deceased.
Job: Freelance journalist
Skills: Military combat, sharpshooter training, finance.
Weapon(s): Mosin-Nagant 7.62mm, which was his rifle during the war and he keeps on display and not in use. 9mm Glock and a stash of silver bullets, as well as a Barrett XM500 sniper rifle, both of which he doesn't keep on his person and are locked in a gun safe at his residence. The only time he keeps the 9mm Glock on his person is when he is daywalking. (see explanation of his daywalking ring)
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 190 lbs
Eye Color: Aquamarine
Hair Color: Brown with twinge of ginger.
Scars/Marks: Bullet wound scar on his left pectoral, right side/mid torso under right pectoral, and just below and left of his navel.
Appearance: Levi is generally casual in his appearance, only wearing suits and ties for when he has official meetings for his job. His hair and seasonal beard have a reddish ginger hint to them. His skin is pale and his eyes a light aquamarine color. On his torso are three very obvious bullet wound scars. Two in the stomach, one just right of the middle of his torso at his waist and the other only an inch off of his navel on his right side, and the third scar on the left side of his chest, just between his heart and breastbone.
Level: Adept
Powers:
Novice: All Novice powers
Adept:
[~] Telepathic Blood Bond
[~] Defy Gravity
[~] Waking in Daylight
[~] Voice Tricks
[~] Feed Recall
[~] Voice Touch
[1] Aura Perception
[2] Healing Blood
Weaknesses: Levi has all the typical weaknesses of a vampire. In addition to his standard weaknesses, Levi still has vivid flashbacks to his time at war, leaving him agitated and prone to rage to those around him.
Personality in Brief: Levi is a generally friendly man. He's not outwardly cruel, but he's not overly cheery either. He doesn't like to maintain friendships or relationships beyond the superficial stage.
Any other notes: Levi carries a rather strange accent when he speaks. It isn't obnoxious, but a little off just enough to make him somewhat memorable. Because of being upper class in the 1920's, Levi was taught and adapted a Transatlantic accent, a common accent which was a hybrid of the American and British accents used in movies from the 1920's-1950's. Over the years as the accent has all but disappeared, Levi retained some of it, leaving him with a light Transatlantic accent with the flourish and lilt of pure Plantation Southern.
Special Items - GM Approved: Levi has a daywalking ring that he obtained from his sire before her death. The ring was spelled by a witch that was devoted to his sire. In order to protect himself while wearing it, he chooses not to wear it on a chain around his neck or on one of his fingers. Instead, he wears it hidden on his right middle toe, concealed by his socks and shoes, to make taking it from him or cutting it off to harm him with the daylight more difficult.
His daywalking ring has limitations. It must be charged within direct sunlight for at least six hours in order to use it on the next day. If it's a cloudy day, he's out of luck. Because of the limitations of his daywalking ring, Levi is only able to be out in the daylight at an absolute maximum of every other day, as the charge from the direct sunlight only lasts for one full day of protection from the sunlight.
History: Levi Booker was born into privilege in the year 1910 and had a decent life in his childhood. In the late 20's, Levi joined the roaring 20's jazz scene, shirking his duties to his father's business in favor of bath tub liquor in back alley speak easys, smoking, and jazz music during the prohibition era. When the Share Market Crash of 1929 happened and led to the financial ruin of his family, Levi's father committed suicide by hanging in his home office. With his family in ruins, Levi had to say goodbye to his party life and work to take care of his family. Up until he enlisted into the United States Army, Levi worked menial jobs in addition to regular factory work in order to try and make ends meet so his family wouldn't starve. His mother died in 1935, a result of influenza. His teen brother followed his mother shortly after. Alone in the world, Levi went to live with a family friend and their family, contributing to their care and aiding in their financial struggle.
When the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor in 1941, Levi was called to war. Leaving his friends behind, Levi entered into the war. It was then that it was discovered that Levi was a natural at sharpshooting and he was given that job as part of his infantry duties. After three years of constant fight, Levi was sent to Normandy on June 6th, 1944. He was dropped on Omaha Beach and suffered three gun shot wounds when his landing craft ran aground on a sand bar, causing him to have to wade in neck deep water to get to the beach. He fought to get to the beach, taking his gun shots to his torso, and by the time he got to the beach, he collapsed, unable to fight any further than where he was. Men were shot and killed all around him, one dropping by his side. As luck would have it, the dead soldier was also carrying a sniper rifle. Levi pushed the body of the dead solider up to use for cover from the constant gunfire. He tried to use the sniper rifle, taking out a few soldiers, but when his position was discovered, the body of the dead soldier he used for cover was riddled with bullets, one of which hit his helmet, knocking it back into Levi's face, breaking his nose.
Things went dark for Levi shortly after and he was certain as he succumbed to his injuries that he was dying. When he woke, Levi was in a makeshift hospital that was created as they made progress in Normandy. There he was being treated for his wounds so he could be sent home. His days were excruciating, but the nights were worst. In the night, he would wake to the most terrible noises, those of muffled men's voices, terrified, and some disgusting sickly suckling sound. Every night the noises would be heard, and every morning another soldier succumbed to their injuries.
One day, during a surgical procedure in the bed next to him, Levi stole a bloodied scalpel and slipped it within the mattress of his cot, for safe keeping. That very night, a dark figure loomed over him, and as he started to wake up, he felt the sharp and sudden sting of a bite to his neck. A hand clasped over his mouth and his legs wrenched, trying to free himself. His free hand felt around the side of the cot for the scalpel he had stashed. The sucking of his wound was something that he knew shouldn't have felt good, but he couldn't help but desire it. However, logic and reason came to him, and he stabbed the scalpel into the neck of his attacker, over and over in quick succession. There was a high whined screech, and a hand grasped around his throat, squeezing so hard that he thought his windpipe would collapse. His arm flailed, slashing at the arm that pinned him down, and then he was released and the dark figure was gone in a blur.
The next night, the dark figure came for him again, though this time she was in the form of a nurse. She changed his wound dressings and spoke quietly to him, speaking of how valiant and brave he was for the fight he gave and how she had admired it. He asked her to read a book to him and she did, reading a sizable chapter before she placed the book down. She then moved to the next bed, and to Levi's horror, feasted on the man in the bed, biting his neck and drinking him until death. It was then that he discovered that vampires existed and that this one, in particular, was preying on those who were as good as dead, anyway, posing as a night nurse. She had spared him because he could still put up a fight.
She visited him nightly as his condition worsened when infection set in and every night he was witness to her feedings. When he tried to tell anyone, he was told he was hallucinating from illness and given another shot of morphine to calm him in his shell-shocked state. No one believed him. Soon, Maris started to offer Levi the chance to be as she was. At first, he balked at the offer, refusing outright. However, Maris was persuasive and Levi knew he was dying. He wasn't ready to die and after several nights of her lovely voice sounding and feeling as velvet on his skin, telling him that he was alone and so was she, romanticizing their meeting by claiming they had found each other in the darkness, he succumbed to her whims.
She turned him over the next few nights, drinking from him only enough to form the bond, and then on the third night, he died and began his new undead life. She took him from the hospital and hid him, then traveled with him away to her home. Life with Maris was exciting and indulgent. He had to get used to not enjoying things as he had before, but Maris made up for it with her alluring ways and gifts of fresh blood. She'd even tracked a lycanthrope and got the man to agree to be a willing donor. For decades, Levi and Maris traveled the world, landing where they may and having not a care as long as they were with each other, and as they years passed they both grew stronger. But such happy things never last forever. As they went through donor to donor, a wolf lycanthrope decided to be a donor. Sadly, because of this, the Alpha of the pack had forbidden it and warned both Maris and Levi that they were to stay away. Maris ignored the warning and fed from the wolf again, and as punishment for soiling the good relations between the Master of the City and the Lycanthrope groups, Maris was put to death for her crimes by the Master of the City himself. Levi was spared punishment as he did not drink after receiving the warning, but the loss of his sire and lover was punishment enough. For years, he wandered on his own, never creating a progeny for himself and never loving another woman as he had loved Maris. No matter how strange their arrangement was, he had cared for her so deeply, and the loss of her put him off any future companionship.
Time passed and healed that emotional wound to a scar that still aches to this day. As the years passed, he became interested in finance to prepare for another depression, determined to never again struggle to exist. Eventually, he took up journalism and started writing freelance. He decided that the best place to exist and sustain himself would be a tourist town, where people's inhibitions would be somewhat lifted and then they would leave, never providing a risk to him for the turning of another, since the turn around of the tourists in the city was high.
