<strong>Name:</strong>Halphas (aka Jacob Thompson) (http://grimstonestudios.com/files/halphas.html)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Manor's Eastern Library and then his personal suite<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early morning, 8:45 - 9:30 am<br/><br/>Halphas watched Syn leave, then pulled out his phone again.  He thumbed through his contact list, and dialed Victor the same lieutenant he had called earlier.  When Victor answered, Halphas only said one simple statement before disconnecting the call and tucking the phone back into his pocket. 'I'll be there in an hour."<br/><br/>He then walked through the manor to his room, paying little attention to "morning stirrings" that were going on.  He entered his room, and shut the door behind him; for a moment he stood there and sighed.  This was indeed going to be an interesting night.  Especially with the upstarts in the west, he was worried this excursion was going to start something those in the manor weren't prepared for.  Shaking his head, he walked towards his bed and with supernatural grace, he pulled his twin custom Springfield Armory M1911-A1s from the holsters resting against the small of his back.  Even in the dim lighting of his room, their gold finish gave a sort of sinisterly mythical glow.  Halphas set the pistols down on the bed, then removed his belt and the holsters lying them next to the guns on the bed.  Taking one last glance at the weapons, as pulled his 18k gold Zippo and cell phone from their respective pockets and tossing them on the bed as well, he moved towards the bathroom of his suite.<br/><br/>He stripped, and tossed his clothes into the laundry hamper he kept in open linen closet next to the bathroom door.  Halphas then continued on into the bathroom and took a shower, his mind meanwhile still considering the possible dangers of tonight, as well as still going over the records of his students that he had studied just this past night.<br/><br/>Turning the water off, and stepping out of the shower, Halphas grabbed his towel and dried off.  He had told Victor he would see him in an hour, and Halphas still hadn't slept nor fed in a while.  "Sleep" was different for vampires, while he really didn't need it like humans did, a state of rest was still required in order to preserve both his sanity and keep his strength.  If nothing else, at least his need for blood would be taken care, his call to Victor had made sure of that.  Victor, his lieutenant didn't know he worked for a vampire, as he merely knew Halphas as Jacob Thompson; but nonetheless arrangements had been made as they had been many times before.<br/><br/>Getting dressed, Halphas chose a pair of black boxers but then since he was going out he decided to pull out one of his red silk shirts, and one of his custom tailored Donna Koran burgundy suits.  If he was going to have to going to be out tonight, he was going to look good.  He slid his belt and gun holster back on, before sitting down on the bed and putting on his black Franceschetti wingtip shoes.<br/><br/>Standing back up, he grabbed his guns off the bed and slid them back into their holsters; as well as grabbing his Zippo and cell phone.  He tucked the lighter and cell phone into his suit coat pocket, before putting it on.  He turned to leave his room, but then remembered what sort of night it could turn out to be and turned back to his closet.  He grabbed four inside the waistband magazine pouches and tucked two each at either hip, securing their clips to his belt; and just in case since the only thing he kept in his front pants' pocket was a money clip with a few hundred dollars in it, he grabbed the magazine pouches for inside his pockets as well.  Halphas sighed to himself again, if he needed more than the sixty-four rounds of ammunition he was carrying for his .45 caliber handguns, tonight would be the beginning of the end.  The beginning of the apocalypse or some crazy nonsense like that.<br/><br/>The six hundred year old vampire had seen the world evolve, and had decided in the past century to "evolve" with it.  Becoming quite successful, building an "empire" of sorts of various businesses; most of which were illicit at the least, and downright illegal in some cases.  Nonetheless, all of his "activities" in one way or another served some grand scheme to further the goals of the Coven or kept them informed of certain things, or even just gave them assets that would come in handy when the "chips were down" so to speak.<br/><br/>Halphas shook away his thoughts of the past, and why he had decided to "change" with the world and now carried what some would say overly decorative twin handguns.  Appearances however were deceptive, because anyone who knew him well enough knew they were anything but just for looks.  They were as deadly, as they were "charming".<br/><br/>Grabbing his keys from his dresser, along with the money clip holding his "pocket" change; Halphas headed out.<br/><br/><strong>Edit:</strong>Grammar (still probably not 100%, and would not pass an English professor's test.  But definitely better than what it was after writing it when I ended up semi-asleep when I was finishing composing it.)<br/>