Un humble voyou a réussi à sortir du barman autrement réservé, trouvant la moitié de la tentative de Teodora de flirter quelque peu charmant. Cependant, son sourire revient rapidement à une expression plus mulâtre quand elle parle de chasse. "Oh... est-ce que c'est vrai?..." Soma a déplacé son regard vers les profondeurs vides d'une tasse de bière bouchée qui s'est assise devant lui juste de l'autre côté du comptoir. "C'est dommage pour Livia. Je ne chasse plus." Malgré la faim instinctive que Soma ressentait tous les jours, il n'a jamais aimé se nourrir des humains. C'était l'une des principales raisons pour lesquelles sa présence au sein de la famille était si obscure. Bien qu'il ait déjà tué, c'est quelque chose qu'il évite strictement.
Le sourcil de Soma s'est sillonné alors qu'il y pensait plus. Teodora pouvait le voir s'occuper de quelque chose derrière le comptoir. Le bruit d'une armoire en bois s'ouvrit et se fermait brusquement en dessous, tandis que le barman giflait quelque chose sur le comptoir. C'était un sac de liquide sombre. Tout aussi vite qu'il a produit le sac, il l'a perforé avec un couteau, déchirant un trou dans son côté sinueux et videant le contenu légèrement visqueux dans la tasse de bière qui était assise devant lui. Le liquide a glissé rouge comme il a versé dans l'air, remplissant la tasse à environ la moitié avant le contenu du sac étaient vides, laissant une bande rouge coloré de plastique marqué avec les étiquettes de l'hôpital. "Si tu as faim alors ici..."
Avec un clack creux, Soma a fortement posé la tasse remplie de sang sur le comptoir en bois à quelques pouces de Teodora. Le liquide pourpre réfrigéré s'est presque déversé avant de s'installer dans la tasse. "Voilà. Buvez..." Une teinte de dédain saigné dans le ton de sa voix alors qu'il présentait la boisson. Un cocktail qu'il connaissait lui-même, étant son régime alimentaire depuis des années maintenant. Ce n'était qu'un des nombreux sacs de sang illégalement achetés qu'il gardait près de lui la plupart du temps. En jetant le sac dans une poubelle métallique sous le comptoir de la barre, Soma a saisi une serviette et a commencé à essuyer du sang versé sur ses doigts. "Ou je suppose que vous pouvez faire ce que votre ami fait et aller sucer un pauvre vagabond dans la salle de bains."
Name: Leon Bianchi
Age: He doesn't give a damn about his age anymore
Gender: Male
Leon is approximately 6'4, well built and heavily muscled. His eyes are very dark in color, with a red tint to them. The limbal ring, however, is a startling red color, vastly standing out against the nearly black eye. When talking, it seems like he has a nearly permanent sneer on his face. He is covered with a multitude of tattoos, one located on his left leg, a dragon, the tail beginning on his foot, before spiraling up his leg to where the head rests on his hip, fire surrounding the dragon and blazing out of its mouth. Another, located on his left arm, is this series of animals, containing a eagle, deer, wolf, owl, and coyote. this flame tattoo located on his right forearm. As well as froza written across his chest.
Personality: Leon can simply be described as a hot head. He is angry, hard, and cold. This slightest thing can set him off, and it would be within nearly everyone's well being if they stayed out of his way during one of his fits of anger. For Leon, his anger is one that simply continues to build on with time instead of fading into a lack of care. Deep inside, he is a distraught man. His anger stems from his anger at himself, and he is tired of life. He still has not come to terms with many of the previous events in his life, despite the time that has passed since then. He pushes everyone away for fear of being hurt, leading to a largely solitary life when it would have been more useful to him to allow people in. There is one person however, someone who has become his older sister, who can understand him more then most. Olivia is one of the few people that can manage to calm him if she gets close enough, but in his fits of rage he does not notice who specific people are, and could still end up causing injury.
His feedings are violent, aggressive, often letting his pent up anger out on his victim. There is one thing he would never do, he never leaves a person alive after feeding, believing that to be torturing them due to his past history.
Bio: Leon, before being changed into a vampire, lived a rough life. He was abused, and ended up being dragged into a different vampire family where he was used repeatedly as a source of food. When he finally managed to escape, he fled for his life, trying to be free of the never ending cycle. He would finally feel back to normal from a feeding, and then in would come the next one. He was finally free. However, during the time of his freedom, depression and anger caught up with him. He continued to spiral down, before giving up on life. He attempted to kill himself. But, he was found by a man, who so happened to be a member of the Bianchi family. His life was saved, and he was turned into a vampire. Was he happy? No. In no way was he happy.
The amount of times he had to be held back from attempting to end his life with a variety of methods, several times it being Olivia that stopped him. He was very prone to violent outbursts, often involving his new found power of controlling fire. He had always been a pyromaniac, enjoying watching fire and setting things a light. And that followed him into a vampire, but increasing with his ability to create and control the fire.
Special Power: pyrokinesis
Other: If he is found staring down at his forearms, where his tattoos are covering, leave him be, unless your character is Olivia, or your character wants a face full of fire.
He has a pet dragon, Rudos, who he met many many years ago. Rudos is full sized, stretched out he is the length from his shoulder to his hand, but Rudos prefers to simply sit on Leon's shoulder, tail wrapped around the back of his neck and the draping down his front