.....~Trust is the colour of a grave-dogs bark. Trust is the colour of a dagger in the dark. Trust is the colour of a mans last breath. Trust is the colour of death.~..... The first and foremost thing one might notice about this man is his eyes, dark and mysterious orbs that radiate an aura of wisdom. The shade of these raven-black pools contrast sharply with the pale, deathly pallour of his silky smooth skin. Shoulder length hair cascades downward along his lean features, taking on a similar shade to his skin though slightly more metallic in nature. Intricately marked over the lid of his right eye is a tattoo, seeming to take on a scar-like appearance, and another similar mark has been burned apon his right arm, the image pointing downwards to dextrous fingers - those of a pianist rather than a murderer. Valdus enjoys dressing eccentrically, often favouring a jutting, crownlike headpiece, crafted from an unidentifiable metal. A high-collared jerkin, darkened brown in colour, covers his torso. A similar structured pair of leggings is held up by a linked belt, various gems encrusted in it, helping protect his lower regions. Metallic shoulderpads, also inset with several jewels, jut precariously out and hold together a tattered, brown cape, attatched in the middle of his chest by a small pendant of a skull... Dispite Valdus's most eccentric appearance, he seems to be well mannered, if boastful at times, and he often refers to himself as a lord, his reasons for this being his own. The man definitely seems not to be much of a warrior, bieng too graceful - his muscles are toned, but not overly large as though he is used to wielding a weapon. Of course, if the man would grin at you, perhaps you may notice a pair of elongated canine teeth gleaming dully at you. Perhaps you may also notice that, though his body states he is around 25 years old, his eyes say far, far more...
Valdus Darkmour - Fourth in generation from Jaderoth himself. This man had lost his sanity some four hundred years ago, but instead of bieng detrimental, all his madness did was bestow an incredible sense of irrational logic to him. He can talk himself out of most any situation, and he always seems to have a faint, content smile splayed across his bloodless lips. Bieng of Jaderoth descent, he has had plenty of time to study the nine riddles, but before his madness, he could solve but two of them - the first and the second. AFTER his madness, however, and after he gained his sense of logic and reasoning, He quickly solved the third, fourth, sixth, seventh and ninth, the only ones yet to be solved by him are the fifth and eighth. Valdus set to work, honing his skills with these gifts, and hence is quite proficient in the use of them. He is the master of Whispers - perhaps more skilled at the art than the Ultharai. He also has his fair share of power in the other 'realms' of Dhampiri abilities, but whenever strange things occur around him, it is often due to his Whispering.
Valdus has NO 'children' - spawns of himself, as he believes that doing so will only weaken his bloodline. Also, he realises that if he drains ALL blood of a victim, and not just enough to turn them, he will gain more power. Valdus has recently begun feeding on other, weaker Dhampiri, savouring the bitter taste of his bretheren, but he will not attack another night-walker unless gravely insulted by them.