"This is how it ends.
  I feel the chemicals burn in my...
       ...Bloodstream..."

((Player is very tell-friendly. Any questions, feel free to ask!))


   His footfalls upon the cobblestone echoed off the walls of the small alley, desperation across his face. As he dropped the vial behind him the glass shattered and released its mixture- filling the space around it in a thick dark smoke. From above the terrible voice came again,
"Fool. I am shadow..."
   He felt a shudder and a cold overtake him but his adrenaline pushed him through the fear as he exited the backstreet at its far end.

"Aiuto! Aiuto!"
   His shouts were half-drowned by the sounds of burning and half by his own face-wear. His feet kept him moving down the wider streets now as he stole quick glances to see the creature yet pursuing him. The loud cackling cry now seemed more in his head than one produced in the real world.
   In the midst of his panic a thought, one that felt somewhat alien, told him to take the next right. He obeyed that intrusive instinct and followed the passage to the city charnel house. Placing his key into the lock he swiftly, though with quaking hands, opened the ossuary and dove in.
   Locking the door behind him, he was taken in darkness. His hands groped the walls in desperate search of a torch but found nothing. Slowly, a thought in his mind began to grow into a whisper. The laugh had returned and seemed to encompass him in his entirety. He pushed himself away from the door, clambering on all fours trying to escape, his fear forcing a confession-
     
      "Mi dispiace... Antonella..."

   His hands faltered and found nothing rather than the cold floor he'd expected and he was overcome by the sensation of falling- and then a loss of senses. He woke briefly, after an indeterminate amount of time, to a glimmer of light illuminating his surroundings- a prison wall with brick of bone and mortar of blood.
   Overtaken by weakness and disbelief he dropped again into oblivion, one parting sensation expressed in three words...

         "You're dead now."

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The man you see before you stands at just under six feet of height. The top of his head is usually crowned by a black fabric hat which casts a small shade over the plague mask which all-too-often hides his face. The rest of his clothing consists of dark, earthy cloths and leathers of a very Renaissance fashion.

Beneath his mask Valdin is actually quite handsome with a small goatee and well kept black locks complimenting the soft Mediterranean features of his face. His voice is mellow, subtle with a gentle Italian accent.

         "And I saw scars upon her...
                   ...Brokenhearted..."

(( In regards to Reds or other lights, everything is Green outside of SRP/ERP [See Below] (except permadeath or anything against the rules.) So long as it is roleplayed well and keeps me intrigued; I'm very friendly so don't be afraid to walk up. For SRP/ERP, I will let IC events and my character's own preferences determine the flow of the roleplay from my end, and prefer this to planning out meetings or the like. I like to be excited and surprised! That said, if you do wish to have any sort of encounter with Valdin and aren't sure how to approach or are concerned that the type of RP you have in mind may not be his/my thing, go ahead and send a tell.))