"I'm seeking out others like myself, fair lady.  Creatures of the night I met long ago.  And no, I'm not from this area.  I'm from Scotland by way of New Orleans."<br/><br/>Colin put on a charming smile, giving the impression he was seeking out old friends.  What he didn't say was that he was a vampire hunting other vampires.  He'd been turned against his will many years ago and was in search of those responsible.  His goal was to kill all vampires that had been present at the time of his turning.  Extracting revenge, but without them knowing it was one of their own doing the deed.  And once he'd extracted his revenge, he'd kill himself so as to prevent the cycle from repeating.<br/><br/>Colin had left Scotland for the New World shortly after the War of Independence and before the War of 1812.  He'd served as an officer under Andrew Jackson at the Battle of New Orleans.  But he'd had the misfortune of standing next to a cannon that had been overloaded with gunpowder.  When it exploded, it hurled his body out into the no-man's land between the two armies, where he lay among the dead and dying, waiting for his own demise.  As darkness fell, shadowy figures crept onto the battlefield.  He thought they were coming to try and save those who were still alive.  Or at least reclaim their bodies.  But no, they were bloodsuckers intent on taking advantage of the brave men who lay dying there.  Including Colin, who was in no condition to fight off the foul creature who sank it's fangs into his neck.  When he awoke in a shallow grave three nights later, he vowed revenge on those who had preyed on him and his comrades-in-arms.<br/><br/>For a moment, Colin feared he might have let his smile slip as he recalled the past.  Chance didn't seem to notice, though.  However, it was hard to tell, since her expression didn't reveal much.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="634" data-username="@Villains" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/634/">@Villains</a>