<span style="font-style: italic">What is the difference between darkness and light? Not much other than one is blacker than the other. And then there is the fact that more things besides humans go bump in the night. Darkness is just the shadowy side to the light, A club made up for those who live and thrive in the night, is home to many of the darker races. From demon to vampire...everyone isn't human. Nor is everyone there a good person. Most tend to be...on the evil side of things. <br/><br/>And this happens to be the story of a vampire prince...who rides that fine line between what is good and what is evil. As vampire prince...you are held to certain...expectations. Yet to a vampire...expectations...are more of a suggestive guidlines. Expecially when your the rebel child of the family. <br/><br/>There is two rules a prince of vampires must uphold. One...never reveal who you are to anyone. And two...never fall in love with a mortal. Yet there comes a day when someone enters the nightclub who really didn't belong. And since they didn't belong...the prince of course...wanted to mingle with them.</span><br/><br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Decorated%20images/f7b16e9b-8223-47b1-9e9a-beace726a95b_zpsb9cdce11.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Mikol Hajioan<br/>Age: by appearance he is 21<br/>in vampire he is ancient<br/>Race: Second Generation Ancient<br/>Height: 5' 5"<br/>Weight: 110 lbs<br/>Personality:<br/>*playful<br/>*rebelious<br/>*flirty (at times)<br/>*serious (at times)<br/>*kind<br/>*compassionate<br/>*caring<br/>*loyal<br/>*loving (to those he holds dear_<br/>*devoted (to any he lets in his heart)<br/>*protective (of those he calls his own)<br/>*smart<br/>*mysterious (most of the time)<br/>*sagely (at times)<br/>*bad ass (when you least expect it)<br/>*dangerous<br/><br/>Extra Information:<br/>*is prince of vampires<br/>*is very rebellious and hates to be told he can't do something as it makes him in most scenarios want to do it anyways<br/>*has over the years become and extremely skilled and knowledgable lover<br/>*is a switch in the bedroom. meaning he can dominate and he can submit. He loves it either way<br/>*can go out in day time if sticks to shadows or is rainy day and not for long term. or is heavily clothed and protected from sun.<br/>*is immune to the more common methods of killing a vampire....staking, holy water, magic (except fire)<br/>*despite living in the modern world still has a sexy, exotic, and foreign old world accent<br/>*is very wealthy<br/>*is owner of a club and on occasions sings on stage<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Mikol was getting his club ready for the approaching of evening. He had the shades down. As he gave out the orders shadows seemingly were moving around. Some spectral while others were merely shadow demons. Once everyone knew their orders he moved to behind the bar. Checking the stock there and putting more of whatever was not fully stocked. Satisfied everything behind the bar was perfect and ready, he went into the back that to the left went backstage and to the right was his office. The second of which is where he headed. Upon entering his office he shut the door. Walking over to his bookshelf and pulled an old leather journal from it. (will insert pic when home.) Going over to the chair and sat down.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Heros%20Store/books%20hero%20sells/Sm-Fairy-Moon-Leather-Journal-800x800-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>He ran the tips of his fingers over the cover of the skillfully made leather cover of the journal he touched. This was not his journal. No. It had once belonged to someone he had held extremely dear and precious to his heart. His darling Maryana. He remembered  the day she left him like it was yesterday even though it had been centuries since she passed and went to heaven. Back then it ached and hurt tremendously that should he ever be slain.....he still would never be able to see and hold his beloved again. For the damned never go to heaven for they are considered the children of hell. There is no rest for the wicked... That song fit the truth so very well. He believed firmly in reincarnation and prayed his maryana would one day be reborn. Yes. He prayed but heaven never listened to the prayers of the damned. He know her instantly if she was reborn. He knew she would be someone else but he would know it was her. He would know...by her eyes.<br/><br/>He opened the journal and looked at the old painted picture of his beloved Mayana.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/b839ace1-d124-45ce-9ef4-d2d0a8b09525_zps653c09f1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Memories began to flood his mind. All of the happy except for the very last memory he had of her. He shook his head to keep from thinking about it. Shaking his head. That was then. This was now.<br/><br/>The clock chimed in his office and he shut the journal. Picking it up and put it away. It was time to begin the night life in the modern era once more. Leaving his office he headed out. Opening the shades with a flick of a switch. Turning the lights on and putting the music on as well. The first few hours would be prearranged music. The band usually came in close to ten and stayed until two in the morning. He may or may not get up on stage. He hopped up onto the stage and sat there watching as people came sliding in. Or poofing. Either way those of the night life...were here to party.