Welcome to Come In Character, Charles. Please tell us about yourself...
Hello, I am Charles Owens. It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm sure.
I grew up in England, near London, in the early 1800s. Being of a somewhat richer family, I was part of an arranged marriage, and my wife and I quickly had two children, one boy and one girl.
My life took a sharp twist when I found out my friend, Alexander Clark, was getting involved in the occult. I tried to stop him, but instead got sucked in as well. It was one of his experiments that turned Alexander into a werewolf. He also claimed his meddling summoned the vampire that turned me.
I met the vampire, Chanel, during a trip to London. She was a local business girl whom I hired one night. She was rather disturbed by the minor detail that was my wife. Apparently she too had been married, but her husband had left her for some tramp. So as a punishment for my infidelity she turned me. I stumbled home that night and ended up crawling into bed next to my wife. Probably one of my biggest mistakes.
I went into a frenzy as my body realized its need to feast on human blood. I didn't know what I was doing. I ended up draining my wife and children that night. When I realized what I had done I ran to Alexander. He cleaned me up, and kept me sane, ignoring the fact that I had just murdered three innocent people.
My brother-in-law, Stefan Swane, enraged with the death of his sister, sought out a vampire to turn him as well. He seeks revenge, probably won't stop till I'm dead. His first attempt on my life was the night of Alexander's first full moon induced transformation. Let's just say it was a bit of a disaster, and Alexander ended up destroying his precious home while in wolf form.
We've traveled from then on, never staying in the same place for too long, least the body count gets too high. (I have a tendency to totally drain a person of their blood. If they had wanted to live, they would have run faster.) We moved to America in 1893, Stefan following a few weeks after us.
I'm supposed to start a discussion now, correct? It was suggested that I ask if anyone knew how to get rid of someone intent on causing you a horrible painful death. However I believe that topic would either be too grisly or too hard for some to relate to. And so in honor Alexander and his most recent request for me to "get off [my] lazy butt and actually do something for once," and my total lack of motivation to do so, what is it that motivates you? Why do you drag yourself out of bed in the morning? Why do you try?