They call themselves Midions. Most other people, however, just call them vampires.

Very few people know the truth about Mathros' race. Very few people know anything about him, on that account. The man had simply shown up in a crime lord's office one day, asking for work as a hired assasin, a profession at which he soon proved to be brutally efficient. He soon became a legend in many crime circles, and while he made some allies of crime lords and other mercenaries, he made far more enemies. After one too many annoying attempts on his life, Mathros severed most of his ties to crime families and instead took to wandering the galaxy and searching for his own fortune while avoiding his enemies, though rumour has it that, for a large enough price, he will take to headhunting the occasional victim once again.

Mathros is a tall, man, and thin, almost gangly. His skin is ghostly pale, his hair is dark black and shoulder-length, and two pointed fange are prominent along with his gleaming, bloodthirsty smile. Black and red are Mathros' colors, as is shown in his choice of clothing. he wears a dark black jumpsuit with red lining along the shoulders, chest, legs, and arms. Over that, he wears a long red leather trenchcoat which extends down over the tops of his high, well-shined black boots. On his head, Mathros wears a large red hat with a wide brim (similair to Van Helsing's, with a wider brim for visualizing purposes), that casts dark shadows about his face. Mathros' eyes are usually covered by round, ornate-looking glasses with dark lenses, but when he removes them occasionally, his eyes are seen to be a deep, rich crimson, the color of newly spilled blood, with pinpoints of the darkest black at their center. At his belt, he wears two unusally large blaster pistols with long, smooth, shining barrels, the only weapons of his...that are visible, at least. Around his neck is a fine silver chain, fastened to it a small flower made out of white metal with a bright ruby at its center, heirloom of a time long past for Mathros.

His reason for being so far from his own dark world is unknown, as is his reason for wandering the galaxy, but Mathros is known by his enemies as a cold, ruthless hunter to be hated and feared. Those who have met him recently in his wanderings, however, do not soon forget the man's strangely distant, yet trustworthy nature, his seldom-seen sharp wit, his strange, unprompted generosity or, most of all, his crimson eyes, which show signs of having born witness to many lifetimes of sadness and bloodshed...