@nadiaptrova
One thing the male was glad to be able to control was his accent, over the years he’d grown lucky in being able to change it to fit the place he happened to be in though it now seemed to be naturally of a more colonial tone with the only hints of his former home being in the curse words he’d often use under his breath.
The centuries since turning off his switch had been what the vampire would consider ‘fun’, slaughtering villages and learning to play the more sociopathic person as the centuries made people more aware of the things that went bump in the night..-he was here for the same reason as most, though if he was honest the only act he had plans of taking part in was getting revenge on the past love that had caused him to choose this life.
With a sweep of his arm, he picked up his glass of whiskey from the bar and downed it, his eyes scanning the room for less than a second before he requested another and only came to notice another presence near him once he had.
“What?...-do you want one too?” his voice sounded falsely warm, something most naive humans and supernatural creatures tended to fall into the trap of though he somehow had a bad feeling about this person that he didn’t care to look into.
