"My name is Alyxander Thorn, sir." Alyx responded, sitting up straight. He didn't exactly keep direct eye contact, as his brown eyes were slightly reddish in tint... he knew he was a bit thirsty and when he was his eyes began to turn red. He feared it would give him away as a vampire. His kind were often seen as threats and monsters, and were commonly hunted down when snuffed out. An unwanted breed so to speak, a species that was better dead than alive to most.