Luther Auttenburg

[Luther Auttenburg]

† L Ü T H E R   KILLIAN   A U T T E N B U R G †

'A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.'

† LOO-thur kill-e-an AH-ten-burg †

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† General Information †

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Full Name: Auttenburg, Luther
Nicknames: Lou (or Lo/Lu), Louy, Limpy, Limpo, Limpity-do-da, Gimpy, Gimpo, Sir Gimps-a-lot, Hop-a-long, The One-Legged Wonder, Rawrawr, Lulu (call him that and you'll be sent straight into next week)
Gender: Male
Age: 73 (Birth date November 10th)
Age they appear: Early to mid twenties
Race: Vampire
Orientation: Straight
Health Problems: His right leg has been amputated from above the knee, and he needs a prosthetic to walk. He uses about 80% more energy to walk or run than the normal person would, and even though he's a vampire, enough running can tire him out. He also has a slight, but noticeable limp.

† Personality †

Basic Personality:
Underneath the underneath...

Luther, though he may not look it, is actually a fairly deep person. Half the time he doesn’t even understand his own emotions, which would explain why he rarely shows them. He finds people rather intriguing, though, even if he can’t stand them most times. He thinks of them as puzzles rather than people—puzzles that need to be solved. Why do people do what they do? That’s the million dollar question for him. It’s about the only thing that keeps him connected to others at all. Otherwise, he would probably be secluded in some dark place with only his misery to keep him company. Luther should be grateful for his curiosity because without it, he would be living an endless life in hell. Best of all, Luther can accurately solve these ‘puzzles’ if he puts in the proper amount of effort. He’s quite talented when it comes to reading another’s emotions, just by taking in every subtle movement, voice tone and uneasy glance—observant, I guess you could say. It’s a bit eerie, in a way, how he effortlessly guesses your motives and your weaknesses based purely on what you’re wearing or by how you speak, but then again, with the experience he has, it’s only to be expected. Plus, because he knows how to decipher hidden motives, he also knows how to effectively hide his own.

Again, surprisingly, Luther is also quite reliable. If you’re in real life-threatening or life-changing danger, you can count on his calm nature to pull through. He rarely panics and rarely angers, which is an exceptional mindset in serious life or death situations, and most importantly, he isn’t afraid to take risks if it means accomplishing what he believes is best—so if it means chopping a guy’s arm off to save his life, Luther wouldn’t hesitate in doing so, even if said man would live the rest of his life without the arm. But then again, Luther’s intelligent as well, and if there were alternative way to save this man, you can guarantee Luther will be searching for it, and with his fierce determination and persistence, he usually finds it. He's capable of doing dangerous things that most people would find nerve-racking or fearful with the same calm, reserved nature.

Luther, as much as he would like to deny, isn't entirely fearless, though. Like everyone, he has a phobia, which in technical terms is called Atychiphobia, the fear of failing. This he keeps well hidden within himself, though, since it isn't something he likes to advertise. That would explain why he’s so persistent and determined—just to avoid failure.

Another thing you should note is the fact that Luther holds no importance toward what race another person is. Werewolf, human, fellow vampire—he couldn’t care less. He treats each person with the same disrespect and same intrigue, and surprisingly, his apathy is probably what’s kept him alive all this time. He doesn’t agree with the current conflict and therefore doesn’t involve himself in it—at least, not intentionally. In fact, he usually hides that he’s a vampire, not because he’s ashamed, but simply because he’d rather not go through the hassle. You know, the ‘you’re a vampire out to get me’ hassle, even though he’s probably only speaking to the person because he’s bored out of his mind. He mostly is not 'out to get' anyone.

Closer to the surface...

When he finds someone that interests him, Luther becomes rather obsessive and clingy. He likes to explore the profound, and each conversation he has with you will mean something—to him, at least—and he has little time for small talk. He’ll continue digging and digging until he knows just about everything about you. But after that, you become boring and old to him and he’ll simply toss you aside, searching for the next person to spark his interest. There are exceptions, though, and if you’re one of them, he must have grown some respect for you along the way, which should be an accomplishment because that’s a feat not many people can do. To these people—considered to some as ‘friends’—Luther becomes tremendously loyal and possessive, considering how he usually doesn’t have many. When you become this close to him, there won’t be many things you can hide. If something’s on a friend’s mind, he’ll find out about it—usually by pestering you until you break. This doesn’t go both ways, however, since Luther’s an immensely private person. He’ll usually hold his ground and leave you guessing what’s on his mind. Typically, he’ll deflect personal questions with his dry humour.

Do you remember when I said that Luther ‘rarely angers’? Well, although this is true, when he does anger, it’s nothing pretty. He’ll completely lash out at the perpetrator—and sometimes, it’s his own self that sets him off, in which case his eruption of emotions is directed at the unlucky person that is closest to him at the time—and he will hold the longest grudge against them for it, whatever ‘it’ may be. Luther isn’t one to simply forgive and forget. He’s vengeful, vindictive, and when he needs to prove a point, he’ll stop at nothing to do so. Luther may not full-out kill them or anything—it depends on the severity of what they’ve done to him—but he certainly does let them know not to be screwing around with him—and that his attacks aren't just verbal. Besides, he finds it much more satisfying to make their life a living hell rather than give them a free pass and kill them. Usually, he’ll have his revenge in the most odd, unsuspecting ways, too. He likes to have the element of surprise on his side, and his lack of guilt can be exceptionally dangerous. Trust me, you don’t want to end up on his bad side. It simply isn’t worth it.

This is what you see...

Luther is, to put simply, a complete bastard. He says what he wants and isn’t afraid of the consequences. Why? Well, even he doesn’t know, but really, Luther’s just afraid to take anything seriously, because if he does, then it matters, and if it matters, he has a chance at failing at it, and therefore only hurting himself in the process. To avoid all this, he simply doesn’t take anything seriously and compensates with dry humour. He often criticizes other’s faults, considering how how easily he can see them, and will straight-forwardly tell you what he’s seen, most likely in the manner of an insult. He doesn’t appear to care about the harmful affect he has on others. Sensitive people aren’t his thing, to say the least. Although, at least if you want a truthful answer, you’ll know he won’t sugar-coat it, even if he does deliver it a bit harshly. The truth hurts, as they say.

On top of his constant offhand remarks, Luther is a misanthrope, meaning he has a natural distrust and dislike for people in general. True, to him, it doesn’t matter what race you are, but the fact that you’re a fellow person gives him enough reason to hate you. Unless you’ve gotten the benefit of being one of his few friends, you can guarantee that he’ll have little respect for you. He holds an overpowering contempt toward common faults and weaknesses in people, even those in himself. Unlike most others, Luther generally seeks out isolation rather than friendship and will usually only meet with others when he’s at the brink with boredom. Typically, those few people that actually want to have a close relationship with him are left discouraged and hurt. It’s probably best not to bother and just leave him be.

Likes:
† Picking people apart
† Being right
† People who speak their mind
† Coffee
† Piano and music in general
† Exploring profound questions—like the meaning in life, for example
† Excitement
† A challenge
† Riding motorcycles (HELL YEAH)

Hates:
† People in general
† Fakes—he sees right through them
† Secrets (even if it's something as simple as a surprise party)
† Religious people or authority figures—he has a strong desire for power and a fear of others having power over him
† Weaknesses—he can't stand his own weaknesses and has a fear to show them
† Change
† Stairs or running—both cause problems for him because of his prosthetic
† Being a disappointment

Talents:
† Seems to be an expert in everything—intelligent, I guess you could say
† Doesn't allow others to change his ideas
† Doesn't care about the impression he gives others—mostly everyone sees him as a bastard, anyway
† Accustomed to life in misery—whatever you throw at him, he doubts you can make it much worse
† Usually can accurately guess what others are thinking
† Actually does things he says he's going to do
† Will go through just about anything to prove a point
† Piano and other musical instruments—when you've had nearly a hundred years of practise, you get pretty good.
† Doesn't panic and rarely angers
† Knows a shit load of other languages—when he has nothing better to do, he reads in them
† Can change his accent if need be
† Has quick reflexes and can dodge fairly well
† Can use his prosthetic as a weapon

Habits:
† Provokes people and picks fights
† Distrusts all people, occasionally even his friends
† Often has the need to isolate himself when he feels he's getting too close to someone—in these occasions, he will usually fend said person off by means of verbal abuse
† Becomes immensely possessive and easily jealous when close to another person
† Can be tremendously sensitive
† Doesn't believe that people can truly be sincere
† Lacks sympathy and tends to see the worst in people, mocking their weaknesses
† Extremely pessimistic
† Has difficulty when it comes to accepting rules
† Subconsciously reliant on others—if they can't save him when he's in a jam, then he's pretty much screwed
† Afraid to take anything seriously
† Extreme fear of failing
† Manipulative and controlling—uses another's weaknesses to his own advantage
† Believes people are idiots and liars—always assumes the worst in them
† Guilt has a habit of manifesting itself into physical pain with Luther
† Immobilized without a prosthetic

† Appearance †

Skin Color: Caucasian
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Pale blue
Build: Average, leaner build (about 5'8)
Piercings/Tattoos: None
Scars:
Other than his prosthetic leg, Luther also has a scar on his left cheek from an incident a few years back. It's subtle, but there. It's most noticeable when he smiles because then it appears like a dimple, giving him that lopsided smile look. However, he only smiles on rare occasions.

He also has other scars that derived from the same incident, but that one is the most notable.
Choice of Clothing:
Being alive for nearly a hundred years can cause one to have quite the collection of clothing. However, Luther, on a normal day, would be seen wearing plain or graphic t-shirts, as well as jeans. He, apparently, hasn't really grown out of teenager dressing stage. But for formal occasions, he'll actually go out of his way to dress himself like a grown man should and wear a button-up shirt, colours usually ranging from blue to white to red, and have a suit jacket over it. Even though he looks much more professional this way, he tends to wear jeans instead of suit pants, making it just that much more casual. He also believes ties just aren't worth the trouble and doesn't even own any.

Luther also has a leather jacket he occasionally wears, just for the hell of it. It all depends on how he feels that day, really—if he's in the mood to bother getting all dressed up, or if he's feeling more lazy that day. If he's not planning on going out, he'll even stay in his pajamas.
Other:
The first thing that should be noted about Luther's appearance is his eyes. They're a pale blue—a deep, penetrating pale blue, at that, and they're notorious for making people squirm with discomfort, which Luther uses that to his full advantage. These eyes give him some sort of power over people, and he can either intimidate or seduce if he so pleases. Just one smile is all it takes for girls to swoon—but of course, that dimple of his doesn't hurt, either. On the same token, however, it only takes two angry brows to send them running in the other direction. A smile from him is much rarer, though, especially if he isn't using it to simply seduce someone. His true, non-manipulative smile is only given when he's among friends, and it's something that should be cherished. This is much unlike his intimidating glare, which can be seen any day—probably more than once.

Given the fact that Luther has a prosthetic leg, he does, in fact, have a limp. It may not be overly pronounced, but it's not subtle, either. Since it was an above the knee amputation, he needs an artificial leg just to be able to walk. Luther, however, doesn't even trust his prosthetic. He rarely bends his right knee when he walks, causing the limp. If you're looking for it, it isn't too difficult to find, especially when he's physically exhausted and too tired to hide it. This would also explain why he's never in shorts or pants that are a bit too tight—he's doing his best to conceal it from another's eyes. He sees it as a weakness, which would be why he's so self-conscious about it. He also despises stairs because he's forced to climb them one step at a time using his left, uninjured leg.

† History †

History:
Luther was a military brat. His father (or, more accurately, who he believed was his father), John, served as a Marine Corps pilot. With a job like this, John was required to travel, and he dragged his family along with him. It is true that because of this, Luther has been to many countries and has seen many things others would die to see, but you have no idea how much Luther wanted a normal life back then—you know, go to the same old school, live in the same old house, have the same old friends... but of course, he couldn't. John had to uproot young Luther and his mother every time they had just gotten themselves adjusted, going off to their next country. During Luther's early years, he hardly ever had friends and rarely stayed in one city for over a year. This could probably account for Luther's severe, subconscious fear of change, and as well as his need for isolation. He's afraid that if he becomes close to someone that something will change and the rug will be ripped out from under him, just like it had in his childhood. Sure, young Luther would have made the occasional friend, but then he'd move away, never to see them again, and eventually he just learnt not to bother. This trait seemed to grow with him and is still present in the Luther we know today.

Over the years, Luther also learnt that John is a complete jackass. He would treat Luther as if he were a solider enlisted in the army instead of a mere child. If a command was given, the standard 'yes sir' needed to be returned, and disobeying any order would result in a punishment. No, Luther was not physically abused, but he was always talked down to and verbally assaulted. Occasionally, if Luther had done something John didn't particularly like, he would be chained by the ankle, and be forced to sleep, rain or shine, outdoors, like some sort of animal. Being forced to bathe in ice was another classic punishment. Most times, however, Luther would simply do as he was told, just to avoid the punishment. He hated it, loathed it, despised it—no words could express what he felt toward John and his constant demands. This is where Luther's abhorrence and disregard for authority and rules derived from, as well as his subconscious need for control. Because he was never given any control in his own life, he simply needs it now, and can't stand the thought of someone having power over him. Another thing John's fathering methods can explain is why Luther solves people like they're puzzles—he feels that, if he knows everything about someone, and they know virtually nothing about him, that this way, he's in control, and as you know, this is something Luther craves.

Unlike his relationship with John, Luther and his mother were actually quite close. She, of course, was unaware of most things John did, or believed that Luther needed the discipline, and she tried to understand him, for the most part. Really, they had what you would consider the 'standard' mother-son relationship. She was nurturing and caring, worrying over her son as though he were her own flesh and blood while Luther was attentive toward her, smiling at the attention she gave him. But Luther could never understand why she would marry an asshole like John, and he doubts he ever will, but Luther and his mother loved each other, and that was enough, he supposed.

On the bright side to being a military brat, Luther was taught in many countries and learnt a multitude of languages and cultures. He was one of those kids that actually paid attention in class and earned decent grades—mostly because he didn't have anything better to do, and because if he didn't achieve well in school, he would have to face punishment from John later. Luther saw it as an escape, though—school was better than being home. As his intelligence grew, Luther really began to reflect on his current situation with John, and somehow he knew that John wasn't his biological father. By the age of thirteen, Luther began to realize that there was this one family friend that was particularly attentive toward Luther, and upon further investigation, concluded that this family friend, Marcus, was his actual biological father. This may have been his imagination getting ahead of him, but there was this birthmark that Luther had on his shoulder, and he soon discovered that Marcus had that same birthmark. This depressed Luther, though, because even though Marcus may be his real father, it didn't make much of a difference.

This routine went on until Luther was sixteen, where life as he knew it came to an abrupt halt. It began with a simple pain and swelling in his right knee, but after an x-ray, they discovered that it was something much more. That day, he was diagnosed with Osteosarcoma, a cancerous tumour that begins in the knee. The doctors said not to worry, though—that 90% of people could have limb-salvaging surgery to remove it, and with a few doses of chemotherapy, he should be fine and on his way.

He wasn't, though. As it turns out, he was that unlucky 10%. The doctors said they had tried to save it, but if they didn't want the cancer to spread, the leg would have to be amputated.

And amputate they did. His right leg, just above the knee, was chopped off. Gone. You have no idea about the amount of intensified emotions that ripped through him the moment his eyes met with his leg, only to see a pathetic stump wrapped in bandages. He simply concluded that he hated it and couldn't stand to look at it. He had blamed the doctors for his misfortune, telling them that they had given him false hope in saying they could save it when there was a chance that they couldn't. His initial distrust for people derived from this incident, as he now knew that people didn't always say the truth—that they would say what they wanted to, as long as it made him temporarily feel better. But Luther wouldn't have any of that. He just wanted the truth, no matter how grim it may be. In his mind, that was better than being lied to.

Afterwords, Luther was put through rigorous physical therapy to regain the use of his right leg—with the help of a prosthetic leg, of course. Even though it was painful, Luther tolerated it, knowing that just because he hated the fact that his leg was gone that it didn't have to stop him from walking. He was going to walk again one day, and it didn't matter to him how painful and tiresome the therapy was. And eventually, he did.

There was one good thing that came from this entire incident, however, and that was the fact that Luther was actually able to stay in the same city for four years, and that city was Essex, England. His mother wanted to be sure his cancer wouldn't return and refused to move anywhere with Luther. During these four years, Luther was in the hospital so much that he rarely saw John, who was still being transferred from place to place at the time and was rarely in the same city as Luther, anyway—something Luther could hardly complain about. He also knew that once he was old enough, John was planning on having him enlist in the navy, but now, with his artificial leg, Luther would be unable to pass the physical exam, and therefore unable to join, no matter how much John wanted him to. For Luther, this was huge relief because he didn't think he could stand the navy. However, in Luther's mind, this was all the good that had come out of the amputation. He still hated it all the same.

At the age of twenty, Luther's life seemed to pull itself back to normalcy—or at least, what he considered normal. He had finished school and was planning on going to college in some medical field. John, strangely enough, didn't object. Luther's amputated leg must have gotten to John, and he didn't care much about Luther now that he couldn't be the son John had envisioned. Of course, despite despising John, Luther began to feel like a disappointment to him, thus where his fear of failing comes into play. Over those twenty years, John had ingrained it into Luther's mind that he could never do anything correctly, that he failed at everything, that he could never please John. This wasn't Luther's fault, of course, though he couldn't help but feel that he was a disappointment. But Luther is now determined to never fail again, and knowing Luther, you can be sure that he won't.

But now Luther was in university, where he put all that behind him and spent five years attending parties, doing both alcohol and drugs, losing his virginity, having actual relationships with people his age, and of course, receiving a degree in forensic pathology.

Something wasn't quite right, though. When he moved back in with his parents at age twenty-three in Berlin (aka where Luther was born), he knew something was different—he was having difficulty breathing, and upon further investigation, he realized that the cancer, which had remained dormant for several years, was returning. It was now in his lungs, which, unlike his legs, could not be amputated. It was basically a death sentence for Luther, though he kept this little bit information to himself, refusing to confide in his mother—and he definitely wasn't about to tell John.

There was a bit of hope for him yet, though. Throughout his lifetime, Luther had been introduced to the whole idea of vampires and werewolves, and he's done his research. He knew that vampires were immune to any and all diseases—including cancer. Now, even though he knew they existed, Luther actually hadn't met many, but there was one vamp who could have been willing to assist him, and that was their family friend, Marcus—the same family friend Luther believed to be his biological father. He was the only person Luther had told about the cancer simply because Luther knew he was the only one who could help. Since Marcus really is Luther's biological father (Luther, unsurprisingly, had been right), it meant that, technically, Luther already had vampirism in his DNA. It had acted in Luther more as a recessive gene and didn't show in him, thus explaining why he had been born human. Think of it as being 'part human', where only part of Luther's DNA had to be changed. If Mark could just turn Luther, Luther would be given a chance, however slim, of survival.

Eventually, through much arguing and disagreements, Marcus agreed to turn Luther. The process, however, was made twice as long and twice as painful because of Luther's cancer, and he basically spent an entire day writhing in pain, but despite it all, he survived (obviously, or else I wouldn't have a character). He lived with Marcus for, surprisingly, seven years just to learn the ways of being a vampire and get used to the whole idea, as well as building a resistance to the sight and smell of blood just so he could return to his work as a pathologist. Luther had a disadvantage in that regard, however, and he was in slight pain for many years after the process, which may explain why he took so much time to get used to the vampirism. During this time, Luther had broken all ties he had with other people, including his parents, despite Marcus' protests. Luther never saw his mother or John again.

By age thirty, Luther was a civilized vampire, and managed to gather enough money to live on his own. He moved to London in pursuit of a job as a pathologist. As it turns out, London was having many unexplained deaths, which meant, for Luther at least, many job opportunities. Once settling in, Luther began socializing with others again, mingling with the people of London, and at thirty-two, Luther met someone he would spend the next four years with—Elyse was her name, and the two had met in a bar, of all places. It was a vampire bar, in which they would mix alcohol with blood so the drink was edible for vampires. There was a drinking contest going on at the time, and Luther was bored, so he entered, and as it turns out, he and Elyse were against each other. Now Luther was fairly confident in his alcohol tolerance, but in the end, it surprisingly wasn't Luther who won, but Elyse, and at that point, Luther was fairly drunk, but he did realize something about her. Even though Elyse was in a vampire bar and had visible vampire-like fangs, she was no vampire. She was human, thus able to consume more alcohol than any vampire is capable of. Basically she had cheated without really cheating. It both amused and intrigued Luther, especially why she would be in a place made for vampires and go through the trouble to look like a vampire and drink blood like a vampire when she clearly wasn't one. Because of her interesting behaviour, Luther stuck around her, already developing his habit of solving people like puzzles, and Elyse, surprisingly, let him.

They stayed together for four years after their meeting, and although they never married, they lived together and had even conceived a child together, Dieter (DEE-ter) Auttenburg.

Now although this may seem to be a match made in heaven, it, truth be told, was not. Far from it, really. They often bickered with one another, and although in the end they would usually resolve their differences, the time during their arguing was anything but pleasant. This was the main reason why Elyse began drifting a part from Luther - it was as though he were purposely creating distance between them for some unknown reason, which had frustrated Elyse, and she often found herself leaving the house in search of time to herself.

However, during their fourth year together, Elyse seemed to have found her resolve, and despite Luther's occasional remark, she yearned for a closer relationship with him, which she, surprisingly, received.

It was then, though, that Elyse did something that Luther could never forgive, and that was to purposely skip out on her birth control pill, proceeded by the seduction of Luther, which was, actually, the ultimate result of their child, Dieter. Luther was, of course, furious because he had never even wanted a child (mostly because he knew he would be a sorry excuse for a father), and then SURPRISE, he had one. In Luther's eyes, this was basically a betrayal, as Elyse did act behind his back and manipulate him, which is what upset Luther more than anything, and really, his only reason for staying with her was for the child. No matter how angry he may have been, he did not want to make the same mistakes his own father had. He didn't want his own child to grow up without knowing what it's like to call someone 'dad'. Moreover, Elyse often consoled Luther by saying that he would not have to raise the child alone - it was her child, too, and she would raise it as well.

But she lied. Only months after Dieter was born, she died, and although Luther's son could always call him 'dad', he could now never address anyone as 'mom'.

Elyse had died at the hands of Izan. She had been a member of this crime organization, though had committed an act of treason and associated herself with the werewolf kind. Elyse seems to be an odd woman, and no one has yet to discover the reason behind her betrayal, but it wasn't long before she was caught in the act. Now, in Izan, even conversing with werewolves is looked down upon, and because Izan had reason to believe Elyse was giving the wolves inside information, both she and the werewolves were killed immediately. But since Izan was unaware of Luther's and Dieter's existence (for now, anyway), they were allowed to live. Otherwise, in the Head's fury, they may have been killed as well.

Luther, however, knew none of this and was both infuriated and confused by Elyse's death. But being the pathologist that he was, Luther demanded that he single-handedly performed the autopsy on Elyse, and although some were appalled by such a request, he was eventually allowed to do so. However, this did not matter much because, in the end, the autopsy revealed nothing.

With a million questions and no answers, Luther, who was now a single father, began wallowing in self-pity. Of course he continued to care for his child, but he did so rather apathetically, constantly wondering why his life had to suck so much. At that point, he was simply struggling to maintain some sort of routine each day, and Luther missed many days of work just to care for Dieter. Occasionally a babysitter would be called, but mostly Luther simply lazed around the house with a bottle of blood and whiskey close by, only bothering to get up whenever Dieter cried. However, as Dieter grew older, Luther's bitter frustration and pity grew thinner, and he eventually began to accept his newly acquired role as a father - hell, he maybe even liked it, God forbid.

At least, he thought he did until Dieter became a rebellious teenager. The two of them always seemed to be in a disagreement about something or other, whether it be the money Dieter constantly stole or the various unannounced outings he tended to have. Luther was also a vampire, obviously, but Dieter had been born human, and this brought along plenty of complications, especially when Dieter was younger and had to be taken places during the day time, when Luther clearly couldn't venture outside. But this also arose new complications during Dieter's later years, considering how Luther would usually be at work during the night time, and sleeping during the day, causing Dieter to have much independence - perhaps too much. And it was all these things, conjoined, that made Luther, the lovely self-confident guy he is, believe he failed as a father.

Then things took a turn for the worst once Dieter turned sixteen. At that time, there happened to be a new revelation in Izan in terms of just how much information Elyse leaked to the werewolves, and the mutts managed to attack. Although Izan dealt with the matter with only moderate damage, the Head was furious, and was now willing to take out anyone Elyse held dear - aka Luther and Dieter. With the many resources at his arsenal, the Head discovered not only their existence, but their address as well, and other crucial information, thus posing him with the perfect time to strike.

It had started off as a fairly typical day for both Dieter and Luther - it was night when things began to go array. Luther was about to set off for work, but little did he know he would not be going anywhere that day because Izan decided to make their little visit, leaving Luther seriously injured and immobilized without his prosthetic, and Dieter... well, they had basically left him for death. Luther, however, was determined not to be that much of a failure, and being without his prosthetic didn't mean that he couldn't crawl.

So that's what he did. He managed, despite his injuries, to crawl to where Dieter lay, but the damage done had been too great. And not only that, but the scent of his blood was driving Luther wild, considering the state he was in. The one and only thing he could do to save Dieter, as well as himself, was to turn him. So that's what he did.

From then on, Dieter was a vampire.

In a way, after they both had adjusted to the idea, this revelation greatly shortened the distance they once had between them. It was a given that Luther would have to show Dieter the ropes to being a vampire, and in an odd way, this seemed to have brought them closer together.

Then life continued on rather normally. Dieter went to college not long afterword, and moved out without in the middle of the night a word a few years later. In his absence, Luther became frustrated, in which he gained his bout of insomnia and began experimenting with various sleeping aids. This is why, when Dieter returned three years later, that Luther was not in the best of states. Even so, however, Dieter promptly moved back in, despite Luther's protests, thus brining us to present time.

Mother/Father: Bethany Auttenburg (human, current condition unknown) and Marcus Thompson (vampire, alive)(Anyone want to RP him? *shifts eyes*)
Siblings: Only child (though there is the possibility of half-siblings)
Offspring: Dieter Auttenburg (RPed by Akree. WHOO)
Other: Father figure was John Auttenburg (human, current condition unknown)

† RP example †

See Vincent Fromm.

† Let's talk about you †

Name: Dodo
Other Characters: Vincent-frickin-FROMM, yo
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Accepted !!!!

rofl HOORAY best vampire ever is in the HOUSE! Didja know RoO is also known as the Capital of Perogies? You learn something new every day, huh. roofl anyway *CONFETTI* LUTHER'S HEREEEEEE![/blockquote]