<strong>Christian Smith<br/>Unknown</strong><br/><br/>Lying face down on his bed, Christian snarled, frustrated, into the pillow.<em>Click Clack Click Clack</em>. The loud, insistent percussion of women's heels on the floor downstairs. Although he enjoyed some of the perks, he very much hated the enhanced hearing aspect of being an unknown. And, because of this enhanced hearing, he could tell from the weight of the steps that this was not one of the women (or a more adventerous man) living in the house, but Julia-Anne. So he could not just ignore this and continue in his pursuit of sleep. He knew that she might bring news of whatever hopefully interesting things she'd brought to town this time, but still. He wished she could pick a more decent hour. It wasn't even afternoon yet. With a dramatic sigh, he drug himself from bed and undressed, revealing a very well defined, if lean, musculature. He pulled out of his closet some sleek black dress pants, and a white button down shirt with about three buttons undone. The clothes seemed simple, but the fabric was extremely high quality and the tailoring brought the attention where he wanted it, rather than on the clothes themselves. He put on a pair of black leather dress boots that were a bit special to him. The leather had been made from his first kill. He had been lovely, and now he still was as these shoes. He also put on a long necklace that fell a bit below his clavicle. It was a silver chain with a blood red, teardrop shaped gem the approximate size of an eye with a silver snake wrapped around it. He brushed his hair very carefully, then made his way downstairs.<br/>"Good morning, all. Julia." He gave her a disdainful smile. He didn't care for Julia-Anne. He knew her presence was necessary, but he disliked having any non-unknowns in the house. Except when they were new toys, of course. Having a human around that you couldn't maim just seemed... empty.<br/>"So, what news do you have for us?"