<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/fa8d49c8-71da-4a12-8ee7-deca80ab28ad_zps0f1323e5.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Mute Narwell<br/>Vampire<br/>Appears 27<br/>Is blind and can see with mindsight<br/><br/>Mute walked around the place he had woken up in. The few maids in the large manor told him it was his home. He didn't remember this. In fact he didn't remember how he had this money. He had been told it was his. They had found him after a car accident laying on the side of the road. He didn't remember anything about himself. They said his name was Mute. Was it his name? He couldn't remember. Nothing was in his memories. They were just a blank. He needed help. The people who were in his home currently weren't of much help. Sure they told him his name but what did it matter? He didn't remember he was a vampire. They made him drink warmed up blood packets. While it tasted good at the same time...he felt he was a monster for drinking it.<br/><br/>Why did he need blood? They called it his blood transfusions. He had sharp teeth at times. They were very sharp. He was walking when he heard a knock on the door. He headed towards it. Feeling his way as his fogged over emerald green eyes blindly looked around. Mindsight took a lot of energy and half the time he couldn't use it properly. He didn't remember how to use it properly. He finally found the door and called out. "Just...just a minute." He said. Fumbling with the doors as he unlocked them. Opening the right door and stood in the doorway. He didn't look at the woman. Just in the general direction of her breathing.<br/><br/>"Hello miss. What brings you here?" He asked softly. Something about her... He shook his head. Maybe she could help him. He took in her scent. It was...beautiful. Like flowers and cinnamon spice. "My name is Mute Narwell. It is a pleasure to meet you. Come in...please." He said. Stepping backwards and out of the way. His gaze never truly resting on her. Could she be the one who could help him?