Born to a poor family in the outskirts of St. Louis, Rheit Hartix had a meager life up till the day he was orphaned at the age of five.  A gang of rouge vampires slaughtered his parents and younger sibling and he was taken by them to be raised by their mistress, a vampiress by the name of Veronique. As Rheit grew older his fondness of the vampiress increased and when he came of age, realized he loved her.  Despite his efforts, she refused to turn him, make him one her own. Instead, she used him as a toy, taught him what it meant to be a real man. Some days he can still taste her kiss on his lips…

From Veronique’s affections, Rheit formed a fetish for blood, pain, and all the things that go bump-in-the-night. Just the thought of it sends a chill down his spine.

His ‘sweet’ as he called her was unexplainably murdered one night at a party held in her honor. She would have been exactly 350 that night. Rheit was the one who found her. Staked, beheaded, and burned with a crucifix… in her own home.

He was never the same after the, the images of her mangled body are lasting scars in his mind.  From that day forward, he vowed never to let another touch him as she had, never become so attached to another beastie that he would consider suicide so seriously.  He has his own form of suicide, a much slower process, but the idea is the same. His insatiable longing for the way of the vampire keeps him trapped in their world.  Just another junkie on a high…

Guilty Pleasures hired him as a stripper when he came knocking at their door. He makes his rounds at all of Jean-Claude's clubs and bars, and if he’s not found there, he’s most likely wandering the District. Say his name, and most likely, he’ll come running…