Age 25 real age 365
Face Claim Joel Kinnaman
Mother and Father - Deceased
Home town - Destroyed
Isobel Watson - Vampire- Ex
Positive traits ( with humanity on ) - Remorseful - Kind and thoughtful
Negative (humanity off ) - Sadistic -emotionless - unremorseful
Liam Collins was born May 3rd 1632 in a small town outside of Dublin in Ireland his life was as normal as any other child of that time except the town was a coven of witches and warlocks and throughout the years growing up each full moon the town would sit and listened to the stories that the elder spoke of about the generations before them and Liam's favourite was the tail of the warlock and nightwalker who fed on the blood of the living and the warlock injured the creature leaving the venom of the creature dripping as it fled the battleground.
August 22 1642 - on Liams 10th birthday word reached their ears England had divided into civil war and the country was in full-blown war the chief had summoned the town to discuss the plan of action if the war entered their back door the town voted in spectacular number to shield the town from mortal view unless they walked in 10 years past with no disharmony to the town till Aug 23, 1652, when Cromwell invaded Ireland
Word reached the people that a militia was being formed to defend against Cromwell's army the young men formed a small force to defend their home for several weeks there was nothing but a dead silence when the chief came to speak to Liam alone warning him that this course of action will send him down a dark path if he does not learn to control it. Liam's father always claimed the elder could see the future but some believed he feared change sadness appeared on his face as the elder told him to be careful my boy I will be there when you need me.
A few days later the dawn of August 26th the siege of their town began a constant barrage of cannon fire and rifles echoed the air as the militia fought like the rest of the town tried to save their homes as dusk fell on the first-day cannon fire struck Liam injuring him mortally days past as Liam passed in and out of consciousness from his wounds when he woke for the limited time all he could hear was screams yell and explosions till 5 days in he awoke to find the elder overlooking him with a vial unsure what it was the elder forced it into his wound that was the last thing he remembered till he awoke his he could hear the blood pulsing around him before darkness hazed his mind the look of horror on the elders face as he died on the floor in front of Liam
By dawn the next morning Liam stood in the camp of the enemy he felt stronger his senses sharp as the dark haze faded as he looked at the destruction he wasn't sure how he has done it but it was by his hand the men were dead but he wasn't aware of how he killed them till he began the walk into town flashes of memories of an attack of a creature flashed before his eyes as he witnessed the destruction before him he saw his friend trying to flee he ran to him trying to comfort the dying man his eyes widen with fear as he stared at Liam as he said in his last breath “ Liam what have you done your a monsterrrrr that word rang throughout his mind as he looked at his bloodstained his hands wondering what the Elder had done to him.
For the next 100 years, Liam lived in the ruins of his town feeding off the beggars and wanders who drifted through but the guilt of the feeding upset him greatly as he closed his eyes the destruction of his town replayed in his mind as the guilt ran through his body driving to his travel to the wanders home either watching the family were unharmed or giving them silver to give them a good new life