Andrew Blackthorn

*I am sitting at a table in the back of a tavern, sipping from a glass of fresh blood as I look over some sea charts. I hear a small scuffle across the room, and I glance up with my good eye. I see what appears to be a burly man being a bit rough with a waitress. he seems agitated, and she seems nervous. I see him raise his hand,and in the blink of an eye, I am there, holding his hand back with ease. He is no match for my vampiric strength* Sir, think real good and hard about your next move...