<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/handsome2-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Darius<br/>19(human years)<br/><br/>Darius was strange for a vampire. The prince of vampires and yet he was not happy. He saw no purpose in being his rank...yet was born into it so could do nothing to change it. Seeing was another thing...he had been born without the gift of sight. So his other senses had grown stronger over the years. He was now able to see by sound and touch. Expecially sound. Though it did have its ups and downs. He was walking through his castle. His father had his own private castle in Transylvania. He on the other hand...prefered the chinese landscapes. He walks around some more and then heads out. He was able to poof and disappear into smoke like his father. Which would get him anywhere he wanted to go at any time. But he prefered to walk. He loved the sounds of his surroundings.<br/><br/>He fed only when he absolutely had to. And never did he drain his victum of their life force completely. He did however heal over the bite marks and erase their memories of the events. And of him. But he wanted to find something or someone. That would give him a purpose to exist. He'd lived for over 3000 years so far. And never had he found what he wanted. The vampire females of his kind...wanted him for sex...not him. And he wanted nothing to do with this. He walks towards town. A cloth covering his eyes that blended in well with his own hair color. He was starving yet he could hold off another few days...possibly. He entered the town and walked through. Ignoring the looks aimed his way.