First Name: Jonaten (later changed it to Trace)

Middle Name: ? (Don't think he has one... but he took Lyrilian on as a vampire.)

Last Name: Murdoch (later changed it to Steelwind)

Nicknames: 'Wind-Tamer' (as a human); Peregrine (meaning 'pilgrim to the holy land'--a bit of an ironic nickname, since he's damned.)

Age: 68 (died at 27)

Birthdate: September 13

Height: 6'3"

Background: Born into a poor family in rural England as an only child; named after his father, whom he takes most of his physical traits from. Father (who was an odd-jobs man, doing anything to put bread on the table) was killed by vampires when Jon was fourteen, so young Jon found a job at the local stables. His mother fell into deep depression, dying three years later; Jonaten then moved to the city of London, where he found work as a public equerry (a horse trainer) who broke animals for the gentry. At 24, he was married to a girl nigh three years younger than himself (Clara Lyrilai Smith) whom he'd rescued from being stomped on by a horse, and they had a child two years later, a daughter they named Maria Christine Murdoch.
When Jonaten was twenty-seven, on his way home from work, tragedy struck: he was accused of killing a local nobleman by several cloaked figures, and they cut his throat out. The last thing he heard before death was a man's voice asking him, "Do you want to live, boy?" When he awoke the next night in the local tavern, he had the taste of blood in his mouth, and he realized he had no voice (though he was later "healed"). Being a very level-headed man, and already knowing his share of tragedy, Jon put two and two together and came out that he'd been "rescued" by a vampire. He wrote a note to his wife and gave it to her that night, and she never saw him again.
And so the tale of Jonaten 'Wind-Tamer' Murdoch was closed, and the blood-bath that was his death gave rise to the vampire Trace Lyrilian Steelwind, who travels around the civilized world in search of the true meaning of happiness.

Ethnicity: Mixed lineage of Irish and English, possibly Romanian

Vampire(y/n): Yes

Fluent Language(s): English, Latin

Weapon: Twin sets of seven-inch 'talons': three steel blades that fit between his fingers, all set deeply into a steel and wood hand-hold. There are also claw-like knuckle guards attached to the main claws themselves.

Love Life: Clara Lyrilai Murdoch, the love of his life. Even though he travels and it's been forty-one years since he's seen his wife, he's still married, and he isn't looking for anyone soon.

Family: Sarah Murdoch (mother, deceased); Jonaten Murdoch Sr. (father, deceased); Clara Lyralai Murdoch (wife, ?); Maria Christine Murdoch (daughter, ?)

Hair: Shoulder-length straight champagne blond (almost white; sun-bleached) with long bangs that poke into his eyes (he was winning a contest at work to see which man could grow his hair the longest.. the bangs were a result of a co-corker trying to cut his hair off)

Eye Color: Bright, sharp, inquisitive and intelligent sky-blue

Piercings: His right earlobe; there's a small sapphire stud that belonged to his wife (Also wears his wedding ring on a chain around his neck, since this is basically about jewlery..)

Tattoos: None

Scars: Ring of many harsh slashes about his throat, wrapping around to the sides of his neck; also two smallish pinpricks on the side of his throat

Basic Personality: Can be almost childishly naive of the world at times, almost as if he's forgetting that the world hates him; is usually quiet and reserved, with an almost expectant but calm look on his face, and usually tries to do his best to help people; can slip into horrible depression at times, and there's usually a deep despair to be seen in his eyes

Basic Appearance: Tall, lithe, strong form; very graceful, but not twiggy nor with bowling-ball muscles. Very defined musculature, but not really visible beneath his clothes, since he's naturally thin. Shoulder-length hair, bangs usually poking into his eyes. Usually wears a fancy black or gray suit and coat, or a white poet's shirt with black slacks and boots. Usually seen hanging about taverns, bartering for whiskey, which he prefers over blood.

Other: Travels with his faithful companion, the five-year old 17.2 hand buckskin stallion, Sandstorm. The horse is unusually smart, and they often talk between each other. Trace also has a soft spot for orphans, as he was one himself, and hates his immortality with a passion; how he got to the town of Sang D'Ecarlate is a mystery to even him.. though he's expecting the tavern to have at least a drop of good whiskey

((Yes, long, I know, but Tracey has a very complex background thing. X3 ))