<div class="floatleft">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/e01b/th/pre/i/2010/022/6/c/vampire_by_masterbimo.jpg)</div>Name: Jacque 'Jack' Chevelle<br/>Role: The Dark Heart Throb<br/>Mood: Amused<br/>Where: Main Hall<br/>Wearing:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">this outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/71/e8/9b/71e89b1fcbf24cce5a1a36ac21115544--gothic-men-gothic-beauty.jpg)</div></div><br/>Mentioning: .N/A<br/>Tagging: Ms Zabryna Admiral, Cassandra, Damon, open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Violet eyes gazed at the scene ahead as feet clad in tasteful black shoes in a pleasant medium between dressy and casual carried him further down the main hall, it looked like a turned vampire draped over an angel with a tarnished aura... if his senses were operating correctly, though it made sense... an untarnished angel wouldn't be likely to be here mingling with those of the 'mortal plane of existence'... they were rather stuck up like that.<br/><br/>“How very inappropriate... right out in the hall and everything, truly wanton...” Jack purred silkily, his soft French accent clinging to his words, as he walked past the pair on the floor, his violet eyes went to the fairy with hair the hue of sun kissed wheat...<br/><br/>A slow suave smile curved the lips of the golden haired Ancient as he reached out to gingerly take one of her hands in his, placing a chaste kiss upon her knuckles “Forgive me miss... I appear to be quite late for orientation, traveling became quite difficult a various points. Could you perhaps direct me to where I should go to check in?”<br/><br/>He released her hand and tilted his head just slightly in an appreciative expression as his violet eyes bore into her sky blue ones “My name is Jacque Chevelle, but... please, do call me Jack...”