Full Name:Khoric Lvoir
Age:21
Nationality:American
Gender: Male
Appearance: Khoric's appearance's very...morbid to say the least. His skin's a pale white, from which actually runs in his generation. His hair's annoyingly long, reaching slightly under his eyes. Despite this fact, he seems to be able to see perfectly. While the front's calmed and tamed, the back's wild and unruly. It shoots up in all direction, and it's very...porcupinish. He tends to keep it like that, not really caring about his appearance during these times.
As for height, he's unnaturally tall and thin, with hardly any muscle. He's exactly 6'6 and doesn't weigh much. He usually has on a torn, pin striped suit, which is a bit form fitting. It's a green and purple outfit, with a purple dress shirt. He has purple slacks, and regular black boots, . He has ordinary black eyes with abnormally small pupils, showing his sane level...
Backstory: Khoric was originated from America, and actually lived a nice life. He had a mother he visited often, and a father that was over seas. He was in a big business, and he had a nice amount of money. He always wore a pin-striped suit,for some strange reason, but he was reasonably sane. He normally went out of town on business trips, but going to Italy was a big change. He went out with some of his buddies, who all worked under him, and was having alot of fun checking out the sites. Well, he didn't now his term of 'fun' were going to be 'simmered' down.
So, Khoric was in a meeting with other C.E.Os when it all went down. The creatures started, and he didn't know what to do. He, and his friends, managed to escape, but barely. Tom, his best friends, had his arm ripped into ribbons, and he was slowly losing blood.
''Tom! Tom! You are going to be okay, man...'' he yelled, rushing him toward a small pond. They were currently behind some buildings, and it was raining, but the water puddles were a pinkish color instead of the clear, but dirty water in regular rain puddles. Ignoring this fact, Khoric hurriedly splashed some water onto the wounds, making sure his other friends were watching the alley. Looking at the man's precious life blood flowing trough the cracks in the concrete, Khoric almost cried, but held it in. He tore a piece of fabric off of his pin-striped suit, and wrapped it around Tom's arm, trying, but failing to stop the bleeding.
''I'm sorry...buddy'' Tom groaned from the ground, now laying in a puddle of his own blood. ''Looks...like...I won't...ma-'' he suddenly stopped, eyes now turning a milky white texture. ''No...no...damn it!'' Khoric yelled out, staring at his friends dead body. Looking for the others, who appeared to have run away when they saw their 'friend' die, and ears slowly started to fall to the ground, mixing with the blood. ''I am alone...'' he mumbled as an insane grin slowly griped itself onto his pale face...'' I AM ALONE!'' he screamed to the world, and started to laugh manically, getting up and walking away, tripping as if drunk. He slowly started to wobble his way into an an abandoned building, ignoring the dead bodies, who appeared to have been torn to shreds.
''I am alone...'' and then, darkness.
Mental State: Insane and Paranoid. He tends to ramble on endlessly, and talk in sing-song voices.
Anything Else?: Yeah, the reason he's wearing the green and purple suit: It was a dare.
