Ichiro Mita was a old fellow, well old as by the number of day he had walked this earth, 3 centuries old to be honest. Yet, to the eye, he looked no more then 20 years old. The dark haired, dark eyed  old man as it were, in a young man's body. How you might ask, cause he was no long and had not been human for a very long time. He was a man of the night, a man who could only come out at night, a vampire. He was of a very unique clan as well, Crimson Clan, he knew about the reputation when he had joined, but it seemed like a very good idea at the time, and still did at the moment.<br/><br/>He was standing  in the nice cool brisk air looking out, having good rather good at this over the years, he could spot a new girl arriving at the mansion a few hundred yards away. He also remembered their being a new girl who was brought in that day as well. He would have to remember these things well. He was a man still, and as such, he did get lonely, they all did, something about the state of being a vampire made it this way, at least for this clan. They all had lost their human connections, without these they were lost in the world without anything to connect to at all. Maybe, that was the reasoning for the clans in the first place, he would have to think of that later.<br/><br/>He turned as he wondered what the women were up to in the house, he could hear the the feet of a couple of them as they walked, he figured in the same area. He wondered what these two women were talking about, what they were up to. He shrugged, human women, were strange to him, even when he was human, now that he wasn't they remained so, he had given up understanding the many moons before. As long as they gave what he wanted, he was perfectly find with letting them interact, and get to know each other as well as they wanted.