<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Bishi.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Arius<br/>Son of Dracula<br/>Vampire Prince<br/>Age Unknown<br/>Appearance age: 26<br/>Blind (sees through sound and vibration) <think Daredevil><br/>Psionic Power<br/><br/>The city was deadly quiet. There was no sign or movement of life, death, or the undead. Everything was at peace. It was irony to be sure. Irony in the fact that nothing moved yet everything lived. He was becoming bored. Transylvania was too peaceful this year. The peacefulness of the country ruled by vampires would soon come to an end. He was the prince of vampires. The king of vampires, Dracula, was his biological father. He had an unusually tanned features yet was still a vampire. He is a day walker whereas his father could only come out at night. The peace would come to an end when the lycan pack too residence in the lower country part of this domain of vampires. This is his story.......<br/><br/>The days since the lycanthrope pack came to Transylvania had passed. Weeks had gone by. The tensions were high. Neither the vampires nor the werewolves liked the other. The werewolves decided that the vampires were needing to be guarded against. Humans would become their protected. The vampires needed the humans for food. Most tried NOT to drain their victims. It was becoming hard to do when the werewolves chased them off.<br/><br/>Prince Arius walked the courtyard and was looking for something or someone. His long strands of hair fell behind him and two strands fell over his shoulders. "I am so bored. I am so lonely. When with this eternal loneliness end." He whispers to himself. Sneaking off out of the courtyard. He would got to spy upon the werewolves. Not that he could see them. He could smell them. He could "see" them when they moved or made a sound. Shadowy yet vivid like a black and white television screen was the images he would catch. The slightest vibrations would enable him sight. He was born without the gift of sight.<br/><br/>He came upon the camp of the leader of the werewolves. Sneaking through there quietly. He stopped when he heard a soft sound. Heading in that direction. That is when he "saw" her. He felt her presence. She smelled....beautiful. He watched her from a distance. This woman was different. She was one of the werewolves yet her spirit and soul and nature called to him. He shakes his head. Approaching her carefully. "Hello mylady. What is your name?"