Name- Gillacomgain de Moray, although he's been known to go by other things. His most common moniker is Lennox Donalbain
Age- 1,003 (27 human, 976 vampire)
Nationality- Norman-Scottish
Race- Vampire
Side- Freelance
Appearence- A tall, strongly-built human male, with long, light blond hair. He has bright red eyes that's he hides behind dark glasses when he can. He wears a high collared black shirt, black pants, and a long, tan trenchcoat. He often wears an old-style Fedora.
Personality as a human- As a human he was bloodthirsty and willing to do anything for money. He worked as a blade-for-hire during the early 11th century.
Personality as a vampire- He's changed very little, except for he's much better at controlling his temper. He keeps the guise of a classic man, carefully hiding his vampire nature when it suits his purposes. His only true love is power, and he's willing to enter into any alliance simply to gain more.
History- He was a blade-for-hire in the early 11th century, and his story truly began in the year 1020, when he accepted a contract to murder Findlaech, the High Steward of Castle Moray, and father of Macbeth. He did this, but let the young Macbeth live, though Macbeth didn't know the identity of the attacker. It turned out Gillacomgain had accepted the contract for Findlaech from Prince Duncan de Canmore, who was assuring that he would become king, rather than his cousin Macbeth. In return, Duncan granted the High Stewardship of Moray to Gillacomgain. Twelve years later, Duncan ordered that Macbeth's beloved Gruoch was to marry Gillacomgain. However, Gillacomgain grew secure in his power, and threatened to expose Duncan if he was not granted even more. Angry, Duncan tipped off Macbeth as to the identity of his father's attacker, causing Macbeth to swear venegance for the wrongs done to him. Soon after, he sneaked into the castle, and battled with Gillacomgain, who was thrown from the battlements of the castle in the course of the fight. Gillacomgain survived, but barely. He managed to crawl from the castle, near death, with only his hatred keeping him alive. When he was at the edge of death, the Weird Sisters appeared, offering him a chance at life. though it would be as a vampire. The idea of being an immortal appealed to his power-lust, and the idea of hunting humans appealed to his bloodlust. All he had to do to gain vampiric powers was sign a contract with Satan, which he did willingly. He has lived nearly 1000 years as a vampire, and shows no signs of being tired of the bloody, cursed existence he leads.
Weapon- Carries a Remington .320 Model 51 for his modern weapon. If he can do combat on his own terms, his preference is for a steel mace or a steel two-handed broadsword.
Other- Likes Humphrey Bogart movies a lot ^^;

Gillacomgain
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I sat back in my easy chair, a thick cigar clenched in my teeth. More and more nights found me in my library as there was less and less work that pleased me. I refused to work for the good of a freak, but working for humans was no better. I inhaled deeply and blew out a large cloud of smoke. No revenge left for me after over 900 years. Macbeth's line was long since gone from this world, and I personally had taken control of Castle Moray. It served me well as a base when I was in Scotland, but I had no need for Scotland now. If anything would happen, it would happen in London.
I had long since set up shop in London, feelers out in the underworld for anyone who needed another person to disappear. I had passed myself off as my own great-grandson, saying the line of Donalbain was one strictly of assassin's. They never questioned me... mayhaps from fear, or from lack of caring. I had let it out that my services were available for the right price again, the first time since 1947 that I had decided to take a contract. The system must not be anywhere near as good as it used to be if I hadn't been hired yet.
Angrily, I tossed the butt of my cigar into the fire. Let the petty criminals all go to hell. Tonight I was going to feed well. I swept my coat over my shoulders and put on my sunglasses. It was a full mooon tonight- just the night to find a young woman. They always tasted best...