<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Father_Headshot.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alexander Grant<em>aka</em>Cham<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Nocturne's Front Dance Hall, Near the Main Stage, Toward the Front of the Crowd<br/><strong>With:</strong>The General Staff, Listening to Tobias<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Cham.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Damn, it felt so good to be dead, and it was nights<em>exactly</em>like this one that Alexander Grant had died for nearly twenty-two years ago this very week. The tall, golden-haired godling could practically taste the excitement in the air, it was that strong, and just as equally intoxicating, too. Not that the young vamp would refrain from imbibing throughout the remainder of the night, but if the club managed to maintain this level of energy, he wouldn't have to resort to as much of the artificial enhancements as he did on a quiet night. He would simply ride the natural wave.<br/><br/><em>Yeah. This is gonna be one for the books. I can feel it,</em>he told himself as he now stood near the foot of the main stage, in the front dance hall, awaiting - along with the rest of the staff - their fearless leader to take his place and set them on the straight and narrow. Tobias always felt it important to not only rally the troops, but remind them of their place within this dark and dangerous world. It was good for morale and it kept them in check, which Alex could appreciate. He was, after all, one of the good ones. He knew his role and how to work it to its fullest extent. Hell, he knew how to expertly milk it until it spewed its copious load all over the fuckin' place, but that came with both an unwavering commitment to the job and the seemingly unending patience it took to hone the necessary skills, which many within the current crowd of employees still lacked.<br/><br/>Running a fingerless-gloved hand over the front pleats of his suede kilt, he knew that his chosen attire would most certainly appeal to the alternative crowd they were currently attempting to court. The fact that he wore nothing under said kilt, meant he still had a little something special to give those who were repeat customers. The vets, with their yearly memberships, could care less about how he was dressed, as long as they got a good show - which he was gonna give them in spades on this particular evening - and were able to cop a feel with few restrictions. A pair of combat boots and a muscle-tight leather vest were the only other articles of clothing he dressed himself in tonight, so access to much of his body was most certainly easy to come by. He expected to be wearing nothing more than the diamond studs in his ears and the matching hoops in his nipples by the end of the evening. Anything more than that would be considered a fail on his part.<br/><br/>Casually transitioning his attention from himself to the man of the hour, Alex gave his full attention to Tobias as he called for quiet. As he spoke, he managed to be both commanding and charming all in the same breath. He was a pro at this. He knew how to work a crowd. Hell, he was even dishing out something that sounded like a sincere compliment, which was rare for him.<br/><br/><em>Things must be going well for the old man,</em>he thought as he continued to listen to the reiteration of rules and regulations.<br/><br/>Old man?<br/><br/>Ha!<br/><br/>Like Alex, Tobias was forever frozen in a state of physical perfection. He appeared as a man in his prime, no older than his late twenties, early thirties at the most. Little did anyone know, the man had been around for centuries. Well, at least that was the rumor that was still making its way around the staff, even three years later. No one knew for certain, but he had most definitely been around the block more than a few hundred times. This much was true. He usually gave himself away when he spoke about some historical figure or world-changing event that he seemed to have first-hand knowledge of.<br/><br/>Yeah, the guy was old, but wise, and a force to most certainly be reckoned with.<br/><br/>As Tobias finished his speech, Alex scanned the crowd, checking to see if what their boss had said was registering. For most, it appeared to take. For a select few, not so much. He would have to keep an eye on them. There was no way in hell he would let any one of them slip up and run the risk of ruining the world he had worked so hard to be a part of, and worked even harder to keep well hidden. He was loyal to Tobias and his supernatural siblings, and he would die a thousands deaths more if he had to, just to keep them safe.<br/><br/>Bringing his gloved hands together, Alex began to applaud, while stomping his booted feet upon the dance floor, all in an effort to work the staff into a healthy frenzy. Then, when it felt just right, he called out to his brothers and sisters, "Who's ready to...FEED...THE...NIGHT!?"