Oz
Alright. We'll just keep that part between us. My friends already think I'm quite suicidal, they don't need more proof.
The abridged version; Two centuries ago, I was the elder and figurehead of the most crazed, destructive House of vampire in my world. By the time I left, I was the equivolent of a diplomat, drinking fake blood and taking on wards such as yourself. I've since branched out here, to have a family and an enterprise making the fake blood I was taking. Essentially, I've gone soft.