Rowkean Okenlog was an elder vampire, from times long past. In fact, few now ever knew his name even among the vampire race now. This is not to say that many don't know of him or one of the many names he been called along the years that stretched on for nearly 1900 years now. Unlike most elders, he did not live in a hive or really have a family. From time to time he picked up a stray here and there. A human lover from time to time as well, but only once every few hundred years or so. Also unlike most elders, he did not stick to one place as he loved to travel by sea and moved often from a port town to port town... You see in his past he was a Viking, that life and all who had traveled with him met there end from a vampire attack. The same ones that that long ago took him as a pet and after 5 long years turned him... But that is part of another story...<br/><br/>Present-day...<br/><br/>Dark, cold, damp, and a full moon on a cloudy night. It was 11:37 pm and Row was out on the hunt for supper, but he was not the only one that was out on a hunt. He knew this because he been in this small bustling port town for 3 months now and it was always quiet at night, aside from dock workers unloading ships and filling warehouses. However, tonight there was a  group of 17 in total surrounding a house. Row could tell what they were, or well what 16 of them were. They were hunters and talking to a woman. He had not gotten there in time to hear all of the conversion but heard the last part of it, while he still was far enough off not to easily be spot.<br/><br/>The girl." Vanessa is hiding on the upper floor or upper!"<br/><br/>One of the hunters most likely the leader of this party." Ok stay outside or go find shelter elsewhere. We will get her!" With that, he singaled for about half the men to enter the house, as he also entered. The other half kept watching outside to keep any vampire from escaping.<br/><br/>Even though Row did not normally care for other vampires, hunters were also his enemies and vampires were his kind. on top of this, he had heard word of a vampire called Vanessa, and if it was the same one, she had a few valuable gifts. Deciding to help, he started to use his own gifts as he jumped off the rooftop to an alie below.<br/><br/>Without warning, it seemed a thick fog bank washed over the town. The fog seemed unnatural as it was so thick humans could see maby 4 foot in front of them if that, and even then it was not clear, as well it came so fast. Dew started to form on everything even people as the air grew thick with the blinding mist. One of the hunters grew wise and made a guess. "Watch out it may be the fowl fog skum!!!" Just as he spoke the word skum sounds of him gargling could be heard.<br/><br/>Rowkean had the ability to make and use fog as he willed, but it went far beyond that! Unlike humans and even other vampires that may have trouble seeing in such fog, he has not hindered because a part of him was the fog itself, anything that touches the fog he knew where it was in relation to him, and could also manipulate the mist to cast shadows, making it look like someone else was here or there...<br/><br/>Hearing one of the men announce that it may be him, as he was known to be king of the mist, Rowkean rushed to him using his supernatural speed. His hand released a katana from its sheaf that was hidden underneath the trenchcoat he wore and with a quick slice cut the man's neck. Not clean throw just the front so it took a moment for him to die, but stopped him from talking. The man would only be able to see the dim shimmer of the blade of the sword from the light of his torch just before it slit his neck, not even giving him time enough to react to it.<br/><br/>Likewise, he kills the rest outside before heading inside. As soon as he stepped inside fog filled the house as well but so fast that it looked more like a thick wight smoke. He took no time killing these hunters as well, then darted outside. The girl that told the hunters of Vanessa was trying to run for it but caught in the fog did not make it far. He captured her and hauled her back to the house. His hand around her neck choking her keeping her from yelling or breathing and threatened to snap her neck like a twig at any wrong movement under his vice grip.<br/><br/><br/>Taking a seat in a comfortable chair, he set the girl down on his lap, her back to him and whispered in her ear." I will let you breathe, but when I let go of your neck, you will not move but do as I tell you. Now call Vanessa down." As he spoke to her the mist in the house seemed to vanish, leaving only a slight wet dew fill on the walls and floors.