Aedan O'Toole

Born in Galway in the year 1732, Aedan was a strapping young lad full of piss and vinegar. His parents were humble farmers. They raised Aedan, his three older siblings, twin sister, and two younger siblings to work hard and provide for themselves. The wild-card of the family, however, had different plans. At the age of sixteen, the boy ran away from home to find better pastures (and hopefully escape from abject poverty) in Dublin. It was there that he met his sire... A gorgeous raven-haired beauty with large blue eyes that a man could drown in.

Understandably love-struck, the young man fell head over heels for this much older woman. He was in his late teens, and she her early thirties. At least, that's what she'd told him. He followed her around like a little lost puppy for two years. He didn't know why she only went out at night and refused to let him see her during daylight hours, but he was young and stupid and thought that it was just a quirk of hers, so he let it go. It wasn't until he was nineteen that he discovered what she truly was... And longed to belong. Pleased with his acceptance, the woman marked him as her own. He was kept this way for another decade. Kept young and beautiful, but human until she decided to bestow upon him the gift. It was without hesitation that he accepted her offer and joined her in the night.

Aedan's world was torn apart fifty years later when his beloved, the woman who his heart and soul belonged to, was taken from him. He felt the pain of her loss and knew that she was gone before he rushed to their home to find her ashes among the debris of the house. It was with great pain and suffering that he survived. Aedan was sickly for two decades after her death, unable to truly tap into what it was to be kindred, but not quite gone enough to die. He was almost a century old before he was finally able to move on past her loss, and it was only after avenging her death at the hands of hunters that he'd gained himself back.

After he found and killed the small clan of hunters who'd taken his world (though very few of them had actually had a hand in her death), Aedan moved on. He pressed forth in his life and decided to enjoy it to it's fullest. The next portion of his life was spent travelling Europe, drinking and dancing and whoring around without care for those around him or himself. The invention of the automobile piqued his interest and, after learning exactly how they ticked, Aedan found himself enamored with the act of working on them, tinkering with everything from airplanes to motorcycles and everything in between. He spent the better part of forty years in Germany learning all that he could about these wonderful new inventions and even tried his hand and making his own.

It was in the roaring 20's that he arrived in the US, flitting from town to town and city to city, never spending more than ten years in one place, lest he raise suspicion. His next stop? Baltimore.