Ashe’vin Mont’elle. Born in the coven called “Amor Sol”. This coven stood out against many others, being raised like dark warriors. The coven was a secret war coven, trained to fight any species in existence with the dark on their side. The night is where they fared best and made their best kills. Silent as wind, and never able to spot them even if they were right in front of you; always right under your nose. Their view on the world were that vampires were the superior beings. Every creature, even humans, were nothing but the space between their toes and they wanted to rule over them by blood. Silent. Swift. Blood. Those creatures bodies were nothing more than usages for feed and . They also viewed vampires who pitied or befriended the humans just a low as other creatures.

Ashe’vin was born of two vampires, in love with each other within the coven, and wanted their son to be just as great. He was raised with harsh conditions, never exactly treated like a child until it was seen that Ashe’vin had grown too quickly. Had grown his skills /too/ well. They were afraid of him, afraid of what they raised because Ashe’vin knew how to use every last bit of what he was to his advantage. Once he turned into his 20s, they attempted to rid of him on an assassination mission, make it look like a mistake. But they underestimated Ashe’vin.

Ashe’vin came back, lone, covered in the blood of the men and women that were with him, with a pretty little smile and staring at the his parents and the rest of his coven. Some look infuriated, some scared, some disappointed. He held the heads of all that tried to rid of him that night in his hands, slender fingers threaded through their hair as he held them up like a trophy.

“If you ever try to go against me like this ever again, I will come after you all.” With the same smile, spoke; red wine eyes staring into the fear strikes souls of his parents. “I will be taking my leave soon. Since it seems that you all do not understand that you have made me what I am now. Scared of what you’ve created with your own blood. A shame.” He pouted, fake and cheeky. “But I will be the bigger person and /forgive/ you all. As you are my family- well… /were/. Within a month, I will be gone. No trace. And if you find me, and come after me?” His face dropped, reading everything evil, eyes glowing like fire. “I will kill you.” Ashe’vin’s lips rose back to a smile, bright as a flower. “And that will be your last and only warning. Now-“ He flared his hands out, the six heads dropping to the floor with a wet, deep *thud*. “I will be packing to rid of my existence, and none of you will approach me to talk out of it.” The vampire simply his heels and left.

Now, Ashe’vin lives within the facility. Living a new life, but still has a thread thin hold of the views he grew up with. He still loathed the humans, but there was something in him that were starting to feel sorry for them. He even uses his own powers to help them be better, but if he has an inkling that he does not like you, there will be no hope in recovery.

[ashe'vin is a naturally born vampire -- pureblood]

ashe'vin has a secret. he indulges in the forbidden practice of drinking from his own kind. an addiction he was dragged into by his throat. he enjoys both human and vampire blood, but the blood of humans sasiates him the most.


PERSONALITY::

mischevious, appeal in any way possibly, flirtatious, not very caring of others feelings [slowly growing out of that], observes others, [under co].