About 300 years before the resent Vlos was alive and well. He was mortal, at the ripe old age of 19. Back in that time he was a proper gentleman, the basic story of having manners, being somewhat rich, going to marry another of rich birth by father's decree kind of thing. Back then he went by the name George Francis Michealson the third. But I would warn you, anyone who calls him by his mortal name is one to be slaughtered where they stand, he hates that name and denounces it and everything it means and stands for. He also had brown hair when mortal.
At the ripe old age of 19 he ran into a strange women in the streets. She seduced him enough as to lure him into a dark alley. In the alley Vlos had struggled, but soon gave in and was turned into a vampire. Not soon after the strange women fed from him she had turned him. She had created him to be her personal pet, but her plan backfired. The very next night after she had shown him how to hunt properly, he killed her. He grabbed her using her techneque he drained her clean. Now without his sire he is a relintless force to be recond with. As he was sire'd he vowed never to be racked with human mortal emotions ever agian.
Not to long after being sire'd, and killing his sire, he walked the streets. He hunts mainly, he is one that when he finds a target he is so focased he doesn't care what gets in the way. He got his nickname Vlos d Vasstni when he attacked a village of Drow. He was after one girl in the clan, but the clan got in the way so he slaughtered them all, then caught the one he was still after. One Drow before he killed him, called Vlos "Vlos d Vassnti", which translates to "Blood of innocent". The name seemed to stick to him as he used it in place of his real name. He also went to a woodstock type of gig, he fed off a high person and spent the rest of the night watching his hand move. He also has numerous slayer killing stories he cold tell you, All of which had happened, and were true.
