Moth's Questionnaire

I currently reside inside of the village that is known to most as the 'village of beginnings', I found it a fitting place to begin my reclamation of power, so I may end my fathers slothful dream, once for all. For his own sake.

My residence is nothing grandiose, like I used to stay in, back in La Manchaland, I now reside in a simple hotel room with a bed, stand, and basic amenities, which are vastly superior to such things of the past. So, thankfully it is not unpleasant to stay here. 

I have cast aside my military uniform to adapt something simpler, less recognizable. I will have to further my efforts, however.

My money is not acquired through normal means, for I rely upon my previous work funding to supply myself with the money requirements to sustain myself at this current point, however..once I end my father's dream and end the nightmare of La Manchaland, perhaps I will inherit further funding, though, It is an unlikely case.

I have spent my funding on my housing, though there was enough to spare to acquire a new outfit, and a shortsword, due to my blood having lost its potency ever since my leaving of La Machaland, Although I am sure the potency will return at some point.

My ambition, my dream..me and my father share the same dream, too allow humans and bloodfiends to co-exist without fear of one or the other, however..my father, he has allowed the dream to become corrupt, he did not prepare and our entire family has suffered the consequences, I fear what they are like now, I know my father is immune to the drawbacks of not consuming blood as a result of him being a first kindred, however any second kindred and below will begin to lose their mind and body upon not consuming blood, however..there is thankfully a massive supply of such blood in the village of beginnings.

But, I did not state this..I will end my father's dream, show him how corrupt it has become, somehow..some way. Even if it means the destruction of my own form.

I was, a young child, without the warmth of love, I had..made a mistake, one I still regret to this day, I had set fire to both myself and my orphanage, so that I may possibly feel the warmth that I had never received before. 

Then, my new father. Don Quixote, found me, burning and dying, he blew away the flames with one hand, and offered a rebirth, a new life. I accepted, and drank upon the blood of Don Quixote, my form becoming ageless and eternal, he then took me away to La Manchaland, where I would serve for at my fathers command with complete loyalty.

My Father, Don Quixote: A old man, with a rather lithe form, he still looks in his 20 assuming he maintains his regular blood consumption. Which sadly he was unable to do so before my leaving, for he refuses to leave La Manchaland, and actively forbids anyone from leaving, this is likely a reason why I am incapable of harnessing the power of my blood currently. 
If I had to guess, he likely would look like the average human's grandfather, assuming he does not consume his normal blood intake. 

The Orphanage Mother: She is someone I dislike, she found me disgusting due to my more boyish appearance, and unladylike mentality.

Bari: someone I consider a sibling, he still resides with my father Don Quixote, he was someone who would be the filter between any arguments we had, as me and my father had many, over the many ages, I had hoped he would leave with me, but his loyalties lie with our father, I suppose.