Born in 1665 in London at the height of the Great Plague. The plague was in fact a sign of my impending birth as a result of a pact my parents made with the ruler of the Underworld. My parents lost their souls to the darkness and I was subsequently raised by a band of gypsies, who taught me how to move between worlds undetected so that I may operate stealthily and play some excellent pranks. Over the centuries, the band of gypsies has withered until there was just me left (I ate them) and I am now attempting to live a normal life as a human. I have successfully integrated myself into your society and can move freely among you. However, my suppressed powers frequently demand blood and sacrifice. I can only hold on for so long before the rage takes hold and all of Hell is literally let loose...
Nah, not really.
Current Residence: UK
Favourite genre of music: Metal / Industrial
Skin of choice: My own, but I sometimes wear other peoples'