<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/wall_82h2h_jigu_000-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Decorated%20images/5bmp.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Darrian Myles<br/>Appars to be 21 in human years, 210 (vampire years)<br/>Vampire-Lycan Hybrid<br/><br/>Darrian was often trying to stay out of the trouble that he somehow always found himself into. The heir to a throne he was hiding quite literally in plain sight. Why couldn't they just give it to one of his siblings? He had no interest in the throne. Yet here it was...after the dark ages...and his family was still harrassing him about duty and such crap as that. He was NOT going to marry for duty or country. His parents knew this yet refused to acknowledge it. He was going to find someone to love for all eternity. That was basicly all there was to it. He looks around. Escaping out the back entrance of the castle. Garbed in a dark purple cloak. It was made of soft crushed velvet. A gift from his older sister. In any case he left the castle and ran as fast as he could. He hoped the full moon would come and go quickly. It was in three days. He was a strange hybrid. Son of his mother yet his  step father was a pureblood like his mother. His step father loved him like he was one of his own though and that made life just a bit easier. He kept running through the wooded area until he came upon a fairly large clearing. Inside the clearing was a beautiful little wooden house. Curiousity had him wondering who lived there. So beyond what was rationally sane to be doing...he knocked on the front door. "Hello? Is anyone home?" he asks. His sexy and exotic accent rolling off his tongue like a sensual carress.