A volumous black castle, deep in the foreboding forests of Northern Europe. Most don't dare to enter due to superstition about the monsters and ghosts inside of it. Some enter, but can barely get three feet in without leaving immediately out of fear of what they know dwells inside.<br/><br/>((Please leave a character sheet before RPing as I'm doing.))<br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><br/>Name:</span>Katzchen<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Age:</span>539 ((Appears an older teenager.))<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Race:</span>Vampire<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Personality:</span>Katz, as he prefers to be called, is a very timid, sensitive person. He's afraid of just about everyone and everything outside of his castle and will attack if provoked. He originally fled to the castle, which he named after his deceased mother, after being chased out of one of the neighbouring villagers as a very small child and assumes pretty much anyone who enters is a hunter of some sort, out to kill him should they look or act in any way that he considers threatening.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Appearance:</span>Katz has a tall, thin, wirey build that appears vaguely feminine. This is because he's a hermaphrodite, though he's on the more male side of the spectrum. His skin is pure white from head to toe, save for a pale rosiness to his lips. Katz's eyes are blood red, and as such he avoids making eye contact with just about anyone. His ears are large and pointy, sticking out of his head at the sides like an elf's. His fangs are small enough to hide under his lips unless he's bearing them at people. He has retractable ebony black claws on his fingers. Katz's hair is just as white as the rest of his body and falls to an inch or so away from his shoulders with a slight wave. On his back he has two large, batlike white wings that make wearing shirts next to impossible for him unless they're fitted with holes. Unable to make shirts that way without ripping them, as his mother had been able to do, Katz has given up on wearing shirts, and pants eventually as well, as no one ever came around to the castle and he outgrew all his clothes. The vampire wanders around in the nude, oblivious to the cold of the parts of the castle that he doesn't sleep in, which is well kept and quite warm. His pussy sits above his cock, just a bit below his belly button, he has no pubic hair on either peice of genitalia.