Name: Malice | Capricious Age: 27? | Species: Vampire | Occupation: N/A Likes: Fighting, humans, freedom, traveling, money. Dislikes: Vampires, nobility, studying, difficult things, being abandoned. Trivia: He chose the name "Malice" for himself after going through several other equally edgy names!
[Nice beds aren't exactly uncommon anymore, but there's still something surreal about waking up in comfort, without having to worry about his surroundings any. At least, that's how things are supposed to be, but given that these are very unfamiliar surroundings, it looks like Malice has something different to worry about today. By the time he surveys the room and opens the door, the hallway's already swarming with other equally confused people. Malice stands out from the crowd - he's 6'3" and lanky, with bright purple hair so he's a bit hard to miss.
Or maybe not, given that Jupiter bumps into him. He flinches back reflexively, left arm coming up before he pauses and settles like nothing just happened. He rests his hand on his hip and inclines his head a bit at the apology; an acknowledgement, at least.]
None. I was hoping one of you'd know. I'm guessing you don't remember heading out to a place like this?
[He sounds pretty laid back about the whole thing. Though he speaks quickly, he doesn't seem to be in any hurry to go looking around, though occasionally that bright yellow eye flicks up to scan the crowd, like he can't stand still for five minutes. Malice is wearing a brown cloak over dark pants; both look to be pretty well-worn, but still in good condition.]
waking up
Age: 27? | Species: Vampire | Occupation: N/A
Likes: Fighting, humans, freedom, traveling, money.
Dislikes: Vampires, nobility, studying, difficult things, being abandoned.
Trivia: He chose the name "Malice" for himself after going through several other equally edgy names!
[Nice beds aren't exactly uncommon anymore, but there's still something surreal about waking up in comfort, without having to worry about his surroundings any. At least, that's how things are supposed to be, but given that these are very unfamiliar surroundings, it looks like Malice has something different to worry about today. By the time he surveys the room and opens the door, the hallway's already swarming with other equally confused people. Malice stands out from the crowd - he's 6'3" and lanky, with bright purple hair so he's a bit hard to miss.
Or maybe not, given that Jupiter bumps into him. He flinches back reflexively, left arm coming up before he pauses and settles like nothing just happened. He rests his hand on his hip and inclines his head a bit at the apology; an acknowledgement, at least.]
None. I was hoping one of you'd know. I'm guessing you don't remember heading out to a place like this?
[He sounds pretty laid back about the whole thing. Though he speaks quickly, he doesn't seem to be in any hurry to go looking around, though occasionally that bright yellow eye flicks up to scan the crowd, like he can't stand still for five minutes. Malice is wearing a brown cloak over dark pants; both look to be pretty well-worn, but still in good condition.]