I am Shadrach Pendragon, of the clan Pendragon, and I am immortal!
This photograph proves it, it was taken in 1881. It shows a young Pendragon, before he discovered the ways of the flesh, and became a child of the night. It is the earliest known photograph, and was lost for many years before the great granddaughter of the lady in the photograph uncovered it in a battered chest at the back of her attic.
Or it's a photograph from the "Victorian Photographers" in Whitby, and was taken during the November 2000 Whitby Gothic Weekend. When a poor sober Pendragon was dragged screaming and kicking inside the place, and kept there by the evilness of Colin, Sian, and Laura. Only the promise of Vodka, the threats of Violence, and an amusing book of sheep enabled me to remain in position long enough for the photograph to be taken.
Just one thing!
TELL ME THE HAT LOOKED GOOD!!!