
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…
