Carter Madison Von Buren IV

## Description

Oren is a male, human vampire.  He stands just over six feet tall, has salt and pepper hair and clean shaven face.  Though his frame is very thin, he dresses in fine clothing that give him a dapper look.

## Background

Born Oren Fielder, his mother was a young prostitute named Mary Shelley Fielder.  While she was gifted with youth and pretty looks, she was cursed with the inability to properly handle money.  The little that she got she would quickly spend on herself and Oren, treating themselves to fine foods and clothing.  Oren cherished the sweet, delicious foods and felt comfortable in the soft, colorful clothing.

What he did not like was when he was forced to his small room while his mom worked.  He would hear the noises in the other room, close his eyes and pretend to be Carter Madison Von Buren IV.  He envisioned himself the great grandson of a wealthy businessman, in a giant home, and mommy and daddy were in the other room working on a sibling he can play with.

As Oren grew older, his fantasy of Carter also matured.  He would travel to nearby towns and use his alias to fool upper class people that he belonged among the high society.  While he could not earn money like his mother’s profession, he found that by charming older, wealthy women, they would open their purses for him.

A plan developed where he came up with an idea to purchase a carriage and travel to other wealthy communities and sell products to old, gullible, rich people.  With the right presentation, he learned there’s no pocket deep enough for them.  For a while, his plan worked perfectly.  His carriage had the name Carter Madison Von Buren IV’s Elixir of Youth printed in bright, bold letters.  He would travel to a home, knock on the door, and ask the butler to fetch the lady of the house.  Once invited in, he would tell them that he was the great grandson of a famous alchemist and had created an oil that will extend the life of those who used it.  “Not that you need it, m’lady, you are young and ravishing.  Your skin glows radiantly, and, if I were a vampire, I would burst into flames.  In fact, I am wasting your time,”  he would tell to his blushing victim.

This tactic worked well and Oren realized that he deserved that lavish lifestyle he knew with his mother.  As quickly as he earned his coin, he spent it on food, clothing, and whores.  This only meant that he had to sell more “elixir”.

He came upon one gothic home and knocked on the door.  An older butler answered the door and explained that the master of the house was indisposed but Oren could wait until the master returns, though it would most likely be after sundown.  Taking stock of the incredibly ornate interior, Oren agreed hoping he would be rewarded with a wealthy and gullible customer.  While he waited he was treated to a meal of sweet treats and fine meats.  As the butler predicted, the man of the house arrived just after sundown.  The man introduced himself as Seilus [Sigh-luss] Godfrey and asked what brought Mr. Von Buren to his home.

Oren went into his pitch, adjusting his narrative for the man, who, looked about 80 years old.  It was an uphill battle, but in a worst case scenario, he doesn’t make the sale but has had a perfectly good meal.  The man, Mr. Godfrey, however, seemed to find the idea of prolonged life interesting and Oren was only more delighted to entertain him with his tale of the great elixir.

Things went south when Oren suggested that he was wasting the man’s time since he already had such a young appearance.  The old man opened the bottle, rubbed the liquid on his fingers and to Oren, Seilus said, “you sir, Mr. Von Buren, are a terrible liar.  First, I have the perfect elixir for a prolonged life and this is not it.  I have been on this planet for so many years I have stopped counting. Next, this is nothing but snake oil.  I believe the truth is that you are here only to trick me out of my money.”  With incredible speed Oren had never seen, the bottle flew across the room, and smashing into the wall.  The old man was upon Oren in an instant, staring at him closely with cold, eyes.  “The truth is that you will not leave this place and, for your crime of attempting to swindle me, you will be my thrall.”

Fifteen, long, grueling years passed since that night and Oren watched his youth slip away.  Now in his late thirties, his beautiful dark hair was seeing greys crop up.  This brought Seilus to one day tell Oren that, because his young looks were diminishing, he would turn him into a vampire.  The ulterior motive was that the old vampire had received information a newly elected mayor was planning to raise taxes for the wealthy in the area and Seilus was not interested in parting with his riches.  Instead, the vampire concocted a plan to get rid of the mayor and plant his thrall in the position.  It seemed weird, at first, for the residents to have a blood sucking fiend as their mayor but, eventually, they realized they’ve always had blood sucking fiends, just not in the literal sense.  Now, with this handsome and charming Carter Madison Von Buren as mayor, they knew their riches were safe from the hands of others.  As an unexpected side effect, the amount of vermin in the area had diminished with the arrival of this new vampire mayor.

Oren thinks about himself often as a child, sitting in his room, eyes closed, wishing to live in a giant home with a mommy and daddy.  He scoffs at the cruelty of his dream come true with his life in his master’s mansion.  Should someone visit his room, with an ornate coffin in the middle, they could move the coffin and find 22,808 scratch marks on the floor, one for each day since his birth as a vampire.  Oren now dreams of a day when either he could leave this ornate prison or, if necessary, his life.  He hopes for the latter.

### Death

Carter and his companions were tasked to take down CiCi as she had begun to revolt against Seilus Godfrey. While confronting her, she overpowered him and forcibly drowned him in stream of holy water.