With the warming night air offering its breeze feeling it blow over his rugged features like the caress of a wanting lover. Long dark hair framed his sharp features as the permanent five o clock shadow offered its own touch to his predatory like features. Even at night he wore small round green tinted shades that hid his now permanent red hues.<br/><br/>The features upon his face come from one to many frenzies , the curse of his clan for every time he succumbed to the beast to further lose touch with his humanity he grew closer to that which he fought. For each one of his clan the effects were different as to resemble what within their mind they related the beast within to. As for him it was of the creatures he hated the most and hunted every chance he got Werewolves. How he hated those smelly dogs and even now he could feel the necklace of the fangs of those he had taken in service to his clan. This even as he prowled the streets wore a simple white tee and baggy black pants that offered the tune to the air of jingling silver chains. The heavy steel toed boots gave to the sound a nice bass.<br/><br/>On a vacation of sorts he made his way threw the college town looking for more of a distraction then anything else. Pulling from the large pockets he slipped a Camel light to his mouth flickering the zippo as it illuminated his pale features for but a moment before he took a drag. Having been one of the undead for some time now he used smoking as a reminder to breath among the prey as the sounds of loud music and louder voice reached his ear.<br/>