Toni

Name: Anthony Irvin; goes by Toni
Age:30 (looks like he's in his early 20's)
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire 
Powers: Bloodrush (As a vampire Tone can employ quick but potent bursts of super physicality, letting him accomplish feats he normally couldn't, it does drain some of his blood stores though and only lasts for a few moments), Vampire Durability (as a vampire Toni is only capable of being harmed by certain means, such as decapitation, sunlight, or supernatural forms of attack), Immortality (as long as he drinks blood he's ageless, invulnerable to non-supernatural sickness, and will live eternally), 
Skills: Toni is at his best when his gums are flapping and his mind is racing, he's an excellent talker, skilled at persuasion, public speaking, deception, entertainment, and a bit of seduction. He's not too bad in the brains department either, more than capable of analyzing and thinking on his feet in a pinch, he always knows how to find the right person for the right job.
Occupation: Radio Host/ Party Organizer (does some crime as a side hustle)
Likes: An audience, being challenged, talking shit, loud parties, beer pong, partying, legal recreational drug use, illegal recreational drug use, go-karting, fancy cars, leopard print, makeup, boys, actual leopards, the color pink and all its derivatives, Bon Jovi, baby blue, clubbing, his radio show (95.3 FM The Pulse), arguing, belligerent sexual tension, rachets, pants with words printed on the ass.
Dislikes: Fights, being alone, suits, people who wear suits, overbearing authority figures, being given a schedule, podcasts, the city of Cincinnati, Mormons, teetotallers
Appearance: Toni's a piece of shit, but a cute piece of shit. He's a classic devil dog, short at 5'6, with smooth acorn brown skin, high cheekbones, pearly white teeth, full brown lips, light brown eyes, and kinky curly hair died a rose gold shade of pink and nice pair of legs that complement his svelte build.
Generally speaking, his wardrobe is an often eclectic mix of pastel punk and hip hop street-wear, but he likes it that way. Tone's a big fan of the ability of accessories to liven up a look and indulges in accessorizing to an almost excessive degree. Tote bags, bracelets, tacky grills, an ever-changing roster of earrings and other such jewelry, he considers it part and partial to his work to stand out from a crowd.
Background:  Anthony Irvin was always a quiet kid. Always kept his head down, always made sure to tiptoe, to keep quiet, to avoid notice. In school it made him a bit of a pariah, he was that weird kid with the big watchful eyes in the back of the classroom who sat alone at lunch. The one that always seemed like he had something to hide. Afraid of being noticed, afraid of raising his voice for the fear that he'd be told to shut up. This didn't earn him many friends, none actually, and as the years went on he grew more and more isolated, more and more withdrawn. Turning in on himself and retreating from the world until his only access to the outside world was his mom sliding food underneath his door every morning and every night. Looking back on how he used to be, so afraid to speak, so afraid to live, the memories are all so... surreal to him now.  To think all it took was dying to get a new lease on life.

 He doesn't really remember that night, the night he died, but he's got some ideas. After all, when he woke up the first thing he noted, even before he realized his heart wasn't beating was that the windows were open...Anthony never left his windows open. Perhaps they came through the window like a storybook spook, desperate and hungry for blood? However it happened, it did, and Anthony woke up on the floor, deathly cold, with two round holes in the side of his neck. (wip)