Pfifer [J]

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Visual ID:

• Name: Pfifer Michelstein
  
  
  
• Nickname/Alias: Fife, Lazy Buggart (Viki), the Bridge Goblin (children of Old Maple)
  
  
  
• Age: 24
  
  
  
• Gender: Male
  
  
  
• Race: Vampire
  
  
  
• Occupation: Thief
  
  
  
• Alignment: Joker
  
  
  
• Appearance:
  Pale, sickly skin with the hardness of the stones he sleeps under, Pfifer is undoubtedly a frightening fellow. His midnight-black hair hangs carelessly just below his chin in a scraggly fashion--it hasn't been combed or cut in years. Dark, drawn eyes the color of muddy water peer out from beneath his black brows, always flicking and flitting with a spaztic uneasiness. Slight traces of a moustache outline his upper lip, but he always finds a way to slash it off. He doesn't want anything, not even unnecessary lip-hair, to slow him down.
  
  He has a rather round, childish face, like he never lost all of his baby fat. It's something he hides particularly well with his twisted grins, twitches, and ticks. He has a thin, scrawny frame but isn't particularly tall. Pfifer likes to believe that the best strength isn't shown, since an underestimated enemy is the most dangerous kind. If one didn't know any better, they'd assume he's just a low-class street rat from the looks of him. Most of which is true.
  
  
  
• Alternate Appearance: The only time his appearance ever changes is when he's engaging in a fight, or if he goes off on a feeding frenzy. His pupils diminsh to cat-like slits and glow a bright, menacing amber. His teeth grow more prominent, and when he smiles, it takes up his entire face.
  
  
  
• Personality:
  Apprehensive, sadistic, and overall frightening, Pfifer is not the fellow you'd want visiting your home anytime soon. He's quick, tricky, and the type that could have you tied up in a basement somewhere faster than you could blink. With a set of ten lightning-fast snatchers, being a man of thievery is truly his perfect occupation. Surprisingly enough, he can be incredibly charming when he needs to be, particularly when dealing with his female counterpart. A keen observer with senses like a cat-hawk-vampire hybrid, nothing escapes Pfifer's eyes.
  
  Even as that's all right and good, there's a part of this canniving underground menace that few ever get to see in the daylight: his twitch. Some may think, he's just got a nervous tick, the poor fellow. But it's far more than that; one can tell just by looking in his eyes.
  
  This "poor fellow" is completely insane. Insane enough that he talks to the voices in his head.
  
  When he feels any sense of happiness, his whole body jolts uncontrollably. When rage blinds his senses, his darkened eyes twitch without cease. If his thoughts are clouded with worry, his neck will flick back and forth, much like a chicken. Other times, Pfifer's whole body will roll, flinch, or otherwise move spastically. It's difficult for him to control his hands while anxious for his next raid; they tend to tingle, making his fingers snap and cringe. His strange and disturbing ticks are the only way one can ever tell what he's really thinking.
  
  
  
• Strengths/Weaknesses:
  + Has nothing to lose
  + Doesn't fear anything
  + His inhuman speed
  + As agile and flexible as a feline
  + Can turn temporarily invisible
  + Strength and endurance of a vampire
  + Night vision
  - Uncontrollable thirst
  - His ticks can give away his emotions
  - Is known around the city, makes being secretive difficult
  - Can't gain the trust of many
  - Makes rash decisions based on his desires
  
  
  
• Character Traits & Flaws:
  + Extremely observant
  + A good listener
  + Genuine
  + Honest, most of the time
  - Horrible memory
  - Can be bribed into doing just about anything
  - Sadistic
  - Certifiably insane
  - Full of lust
  - Looks at anyone or anything as food
  - Impatient
  
  
  
• History: He's lost all memory of anything more than seven years ago.
  
  
  
• Other: His main base is the bridge into Bronze City.
  
  

*PLEASE NOTE: WE ARE EXPERIENCING AN INCREASE IN CRIME RATE. LOCK ALL DOORS, WINDOWS, AND CELLAR DOORS IN CASE OF A RED ALERT. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME, AND WELCOME TO BRONZE CITY.*

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