ITP: Nighttime
*Russel is out in a rather busy area of the street, looking for wimmins with delicious looking necks. He's hungry, and so is Fletcher*
*Talking to himself* Hmm.... perhaps her?... No, I should stay away from military, that would attract a lot of attention... Too old... too young...
Ah... perfect.
((Vampire Russel! He's a good deal more charming than his other counterparts, a little older, and don't forget those vampire pheromones do a lot to make a victim pliable enough to get a nom in.
Victims would feel anemic after, and the bite marks would heal like any other wound.))
*Talking to himself* Hmm.... perhaps her?... No, I should stay away from military, that would attract a lot of attention... Too old... too young...
Ah... perfect.
((Vampire Russel! He's a good deal more charming than his other counterparts, a little older, and don't forget those vampire pheromones do a lot to make a victim pliable enough to get a nom in.
Victims would feel anemic after, and the bite marks would heal like any other wound.))