Name: Asher Syreth

Age: 18 human years… Reality: 300
Height: 6ft
Weight: 75kg
Birth date and place: 5th of August… Greenhart, Ireland
Eyes: Chocolate brown
Hair: Pitch black and just past jaw

Other features: Completely black eyes in true form, Shredded wings and red cross
Dress: Silver boots, long Black coat, Black pants and t-shirt

Positive character traits: Thrill-seeker, confident, firm, reasonable

Negative character traits: Closed off, occasionally heartless

Best friends: Sessile, Nickel Thomas, Vindermere Luxa
Enemies: Anyone he has no obligation to protect
Family: Pira Syreth
Favourite saying: “Enough”
Sees self as: Never able to die
Others see him as: Intimidating silent
He sees others as: Amusement
Sense humour: Subtle
Temper: Rare, but merciless
Basic nature: Vampire… Clan: Vampira
Work: Lord Vampira
Philosophy: “If you’re capable of breaking, then you need to break, so next time you aren’t nearly as fragile.”
Hobby: Racing around the countryside
Talent: Touching roses, crosses and walking in without an invitation
Habit: breaking his own rules
Weapon of choice: Silver sword





Interview with Asher Syreth

Work? Enjoyable.
Home? Too many noisy teenagers running around… But I suppose I could eat them.
Marriage? No.
Children? Perhaps.
Favourite food? Blood type B-
Music? Anything from classical to metal.

New years resolution? Bring Pira back.
A good time for me is? Night.

No body knows? What or how much I know.

I wish I could stop? The humans raiding my school every time there are rumours of vampires and werewolves studying there… it’s rather annoying.
Worst part of my life was? Lasted a 100 years.

I’m a sucker for? B-
I’ll die happy when? Dying.

I will teach my children? To race.
Worst advice my father gave me? “Keep Pira here.”

Thought I was grown up when? The first time I held a cross, I was 13 years of age.

No one would believe me if? They saw me treating one of Professor Grugan’s clones well.
My friends like me because? I’m straight forward.

Pet peeve? Pettiness.
I’m really rather? Clean… What exactly am I suppose to say to that??
Most humbling experience? Pricking my finger on the thorn of a rose…