Name: Ezekiel Carlson                                                              
Height: 6 foot
Weight: 200lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Grey/Black

            Ezekiel Carson was raised in a Christian home, groomed to follow in his fathers footsteps as a minister. Always finding the good in others and believing in a higher purpose for mankind. A pure soul with optimism and ready for any challenge that lay ahead…that was until “The Curse.”

            When his family journeyed west to start a church for the  settlers, tragedy struck in the form of evil men. Ezekiel, his wife, unborn child, father and rest of his family were brutally attacked by bandits in the desert. He watched his family die as the men robbed them of all their possessions and of their dream. As he lay on death's door himself questioning his life, his faith and why God would allow such a tragic event, a vampire stumbled upon the remains of their camp. Driven by hunger it fed on the dead, and when he found Ezekiel still breathing and going in and out of consciousness, he gave the young preacher the curse, saving his life and damning his soul forever.

 When Ezekiel awoke, he found himself changed not only physically, but psychologically as well. In the beginning, he fought the Curse, fought the thoughts of revenge and made friends with a young ranch owner. He tried to live the right life, but he found himself more of a nuisance and burden on his friend’s ranch. By choice he left and lost his second family. With bitter anger and hate towards his new life, and a constant hunger for blood, he cast aside his beliefs and did what every man would do with his new found abilities… he used them to fulfill his own lust...

In becoming comfortable with his new powers and trying to stay alive, this once man of God rode with a gang of vampires known as the Red Riders. Robbing trains and banks and feeding on people along the trail, he learned how to be a blood thirsty killer. He left the gang after 10 years during a moral dilemma when they decided to feed on a child left from an Indian massacre. Ezekiel had vowed to never feed on a child and the gang demanded her for food. He rescued the small girl, but was banished from the Red Riders. This turning point brought him to the conclusion he was not like the Red Riders or other vampires. He was not a full blown sinner, but hardly a saint. His two worlds, the curse and his conscious would war in him forever.

He decided a moral code would help to balance the two worlds and kept his feeding to bandits, corrupt soldiers and evil men. For a few years, he worked as a bounty hunter bringing in wanted men… dead not alive.

After years of riding and feeding, he found a small Mexican town south of the border where he kept the bandits at bay and the people would look the other way if he fed on a goat or two. Known to locals as “The Blood Rider”, or “Diablo Blanco,” he finds little joy in anything, dulling himself with drinking, carousing with women of the evening, and sitting in small cantinas along the Texas border looking for his next quick feeding, or a game of cards. He has become a man he was brought up to detest and is living a lifestyle he would preach against. He carries guilt, but carries a grudge at the God he worshiped and lived for, who allowed the demise of his family.

 Though he is a dark creature, he is still very aware of spiritualisms, faith and religions of all kinds. Because of this strong faith, religious objects harm him more than most of his kind, but also if he holds a religious object in a gloved hand, the strength of his faith is extremely harmful to dark creatures as well.

His dress is as dark as he is, wearing black from head to toe topped with a black cowboy hat. One may think he is an owner of a funeral parlor; He likes to look good and spends money he takes from bandits on clothing, so underneath his long black duster you may find a silk shirt and gold cufflinks. Nothing is too expensive for him. He was brought up to wear your Sunday best to church and always look proper while preaching. He is unable to wear silver due to the curse, though he was fond of it before. He believes in style and flair and feels if he is going to be cursed, he should look his best.

Even with his easy allure to women, he believes if you look good you feel good. This includes his shiny black boots and twin Walker Colts that hang from his hips. A large bowie knife, he calls “Widow Maker” is strapped to his leg. He would rather fight hand to hand and watch the life dim in the eyes of his  enemy. Most men believe him to be ill because of his pale skin. He walks with a cocky, quiet stride - not afraid of any man, or beast. He carries himself with confidence and is known to silence a room with his presence. People quickly look past his pasty skin and join him in a smoke while he buys them a drink.

He still has faith in mankind, though most vampires believe people are cattle and beneath them. He secretly longs for the companionship and the family he lost, but the curse hinders him retrieving the life he lost. He is extremely moody and may smile at you one night and glare at you the next. He has died before, and now he is living an unsatisfying and cursed life. Death would be an escape, but would he be damned because of his curse, or in mercy, would heaven still open its gates for a fallen man of God?