Post by Vincent Vige on Jan 7, 2009 19:09:35 GMT -5
Vein rarely entered 'the club scene', so to speak, unless he was forced to attend a charity event, was looking over one of the clubs he personally owned, or he was looking for one of the Destined members. For the moment, it was the last option. He wasn't always very subtle, he had to admit. He had seen the occassional magazine or paper with a picture of a body riddled with marks that he knew he'd caused.
There was a slight difference between him and the rest of the Destined though. He didn't leave fingerprints, and if he did, they weren't his. He didn't come close to resembling himself... around the same height, but that'd be about it. He'd be a blonde or maybe a redhead at the time. He'd be black, asian, latino. He wouldn't be him.
However, when men went missing, and they could give the police your description for who it was that they left with. Sure she didn't leave much of a body. However, just the disappearences were enough. It was also his experience that an accent, especially French, made you rather noticiable. His regular accent was a bit undescernable. He rarely used it though. He didn't care that he was from Romania, and didn't care to return to the castle anytime soon.
He entered the club, one of the hipper ones, in what was the style of the time, and he saw several other people wearing the same outfit. He didn't personally like it... to tight, even if he got rid of every piece of body fat and muscle on his body. Not that it really mattered to him, he was used to working with little oxygen. He did it a lot.
He walked over to the bar, next to a woman and ordered a drink. He was older than he looked... his birth certificate, that he'd forged, said he was 23. He was actually almost twice that. However, he didn't need to drain people's life force to keep his looks forever. He would be living for a very long time.
"Looking for your prey?" he asked Succubus, taking a look at the selection of alcohol behind the counter as he did so.
((Just so you know, the bold is supposed to be French. If you speak it, bravo. I do not, and I'd rather not search for an hour for the translations to everything ^^))
There was a slight difference between him and the rest of the Destined though. He didn't leave fingerprints, and if he did, they weren't his. He didn't come close to resembling himself... around the same height, but that'd be about it. He'd be a blonde or maybe a redhead at the time. He'd be black, asian, latino. He wouldn't be him.
However, when men went missing, and they could give the police your description for who it was that they left with. Sure she didn't leave much of a body. However, just the disappearences were enough. It was also his experience that an accent, especially French, made you rather noticiable. His regular accent was a bit undescernable. He rarely used it though. He didn't care that he was from Romania, and didn't care to return to the castle anytime soon.
He entered the club, one of the hipper ones, in what was the style of the time, and he saw several other people wearing the same outfit. He didn't personally like it... to tight, even if he got rid of every piece of body fat and muscle on his body. Not that it really mattered to him, he was used to working with little oxygen. He did it a lot.
He walked over to the bar, next to a woman and ordered a drink. He was older than he looked... his birth certificate, that he'd forged, said he was 23. He was actually almost twice that. However, he didn't need to drain people's life force to keep his looks forever. He would be living for a very long time.
"Looking for your prey?" he asked Succubus, taking a look at the selection of alcohol behind the counter as he did so.
((Just so you know, the bold is supposed to be French. If you speak it, bravo. I do not, and I'd rather not search for an hour for the translations to everything ^^))