Sebas Verantal - The Vampiric Lord

Name: Sebas Verantel
Class: Vampiric Lord
Race: Vampire (Undead)

Level: 5
Str: 17
Dex: 14
Con: 13
Cha: 13
Int: 13
Wis: 15

Skills/Abilities:

• Blood Drain - Can suck the blood from a living victim by jabbing his fingers into a victim, or through biting them with his fangs (though he prefers only using this method on "Premium quality blood"), gaining a temporary boost of strength - 2d6 + 2
• Create Spawn - Humanoids slain by Blood Drain rise as a Vampire Spawn, with diminished strength, intelligence, and no free will - 1d4
• Dominate - Can crush a weaker opponents spirit by staring deeply into their eyes, rendering to his will (Considered a weak form of Hypnosis)
• Regeneration - Has incredible durability, and will recover from most wounds. Can be killed by Sunlight, Holy Damage, and destroying his brain however
• Vertical Climb - Can scale sheer surfaces with ease, such as a wall
• Children of the Night - Commands lesser creatures of the world one per day; Rat Swarms, Bat Swarms and Wolf Packs - 1d6
• Enhanced Senses - All of his 6 Senses are beyond standard human level - +2 Perception

Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Personality: Selfish, Egotistical, Cruel. Sebas is concerned only with himself, and his own sadistic goals, possessing no regard for rules, or the lives of others. With a strong focus on his own freedom, Sebas views honor and self-discipline as weakness, with a rather significant disdain for Humans.
"No matter how you struggle, humanity's strength is limited! Your training is useless! Useless useless useless!"

Background: One of the rare few Pureblood Vampires, Sebas boasts considerable power. But, most would consider his immortal life until now squandered, an eternity of hedonism and indulgence. He hasn't trained his strength at all, rallying himself behind the fact that his nobility as a Vampiric Lord grants him superiority over all living beings. Without any proper training, he has been able to trounce anybody, human or otherwise, who have come to attempt to slay him. He considers all struggle to attain power as pathetic, and all life forms beneath him disgusting; frantic little insects, squabbling around, trying to find meaning in their life. With no respect for any but himself, Sebas wanders the world, believing in nothing but his own natural power as the end-all, be-all. But how long will that last?