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Kason
Legacy Name: Kason

The

Nightmare Irion
Owner:

Jagger

Age: 15 years, 2 months, 2 weeks

Born: February 16th, 2009

Adopted: 15 years, 2 months, 2 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: February 16th, 2009 (Legacy)

Pet Spotlight Winner
November 13th, 2019

Statistics

Level: 28
Strength: 69
Defense: 60
Speed: 63
Health: 60
HP: 60/60
Intelligence: 80
Books Read: 79
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Name: Kason
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown
Date of Rebirth: January 1st
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Race: Vampire
Nationality: Unknown
Build: 6'2", Lean
Physical Attributes: Kason is a very handsome vampire as far as demons go. He has classic good looks that help to attract prey. He has blond hair that falls into his eyes. Regardless of his light skin and hair tone, he has pitch black eyes that only change color when he is feeling a particularly strong emotion.
Likes: The sight of blood, the taste of blood, the sound of agonized screaming, compliments, sex.
Dislikes: Light, happy people/excitedness in anyone but himself.

The night was young, but complete. The stars were hiding, the moon dark. This was the type of night Gideon liked best. His first known night was similar to this, but darker. Darker because back then, there were no city lights. Just the darkness that came over the land. Candles were never left to burn in windows, nor was there electricity to let go to waste. It was a simple time back then. But those days were over. And Gideon embraced the new world. It had its ups and downs, like any period in time, but he liked it. It was more amusing for him. He could hunt. And when he hunted, the surprise was higher. Humans were so soft these days. They weren't used to pain as they had been before, back when the human world was just emerging. Now, when you hit them, they screamed. They were so weak. And Gideon loved that. He loved the screams. He loved the fear.
He stalked the streets, like any other vampire out for a meal. He didn't go to the same place twice. Even in a big city, that was dangerous. The police were nosy people, a nasty run-in could force relocation. And he'd just moved. He didn't want to go move somewhere else, spend a fortune on a new car and then get stuck with lousy meals. He wanted fresh, young and weak. All of which he found in abundance in the city.
Gideon stood tall, even while walking, his coat long and dark down his back, his shirt classy but somehow casual underneath. His jeans were black and torn only slightly in a very 'in' way. His face was handsome, regardless of the eyebrow piercing and the lip ring. A shock of blond hair ruined the 'emo' look. He'd never dye his hair. Besides, no one wanted greasy black hair just to fit in. Across the street from where he strode slowly, two girls walked, seeming to have an argument. Gideon eavesdropped, quickly picking up on the heated conversation.
"Are you serious? That guy was totally into me!" The shorter one shrilled, her cheeks an angry red.
"You've got to be joking, Lisa!" the other one answered. "Since when are you into those kinds of things? The black fingernails, the chains?" she demanded. The shorter girl stopped, turning toward the girl with the long black hair, hands on her hips.
"Who are you to tell me what I do and don't like?" she snapped. "Just because I don't dress like...like that for attention I can't like him?" Lisa pointed an accusing finger at her companion, indicating her torn fishnet stockings and small skirt under a torn corset. All of it black.
The other girl stifled a coldly furious glare. "You're so stupid, Lisa." she said, oddly calm. She turned and walked away, trying not to turn around and beat the crap out of her 'friend', Gideon would guess. Once out of earshot of the black-haired girl's one-time 'friend', Gideon fell into step beside the taller girl.
"Can I help you?" the girl said, turning to face him, the set of her face irritated until it settled on him. It turned sly after that, cat-like before she shifted a mere smirk, trying to look seductive, he'd say.
"Maybe you can." Gideon responded, his voice low as he smiled, holding out his hand, a tattooed forearm extended part-way toward her. After a long, long moment, the girl took his hand, seeming to push her wariness aside. Gideon slowly smirked.
His night began.

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