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Name: Kaelar Arden

Gender: Male

Age: Unknown but seems late 20s

Appearance: No singular feature from Kaelar is striking. His hair is black at a medium length he often combs back or parts. His eyes are a dark off-grey with the lights in his eyes often obscured when he leaves his hair down. Kaelar's skin is paler than average, but not enough for it to be considered a discernible feature. He's tall with a height of 6 ft. and is well-kept in his appearance. He is often seen in monochrome smart casual clothes: dress shoes and slacks, button-down shirts, and the occasional blazer.

When in a bloodlust state, Kaelar's eyes shift to yellow like an animal's. His canines become sharper and he often breaks into a cold sweat. Kaelar's bloodlust state is triggered by an insatiable hunger which can be due to a lack of feeding. Whenever Kaelar uses his abilities, his eyes glow as well.

Personality: To the average person, Kaelar is charismatic and often boasts a courteous smile. He is incredibly meticulous when it comes to his public persona and often contributes to local charities both physically through volunteers or monetary means. In doing so, Kaelar has gained a good reputation in the community as an altruistic person. To those who know him a little deeper than the surface level, he'd be described as a socialite or a womanizer due to him being seen with a different person each outing.

He is a person of few words with an ego that grew with age. He is used to being in control and dislikes anything that deviates from the expected norm. It frustrates and annoys him and only makes Kaelar want to exert sovereignty more.

Behind closed doors, Kaelar is a sadistic being who often toys with others. Despite the way he goes out of the way for the community, the reality is that he does not care for them. Centuries of lingering in the mortal world have made him indifferent to human lives since they are ever-fleeting. He has driven dozens to insanity but has never shown any remorse for his actions. Instead, he is rather disappointed in the fragility of humans.

Background: Kaelar is secretive about his background. He refuses to disclose his past since it would easily out him as being one of the supernatural.

Kaelar often changes his home to avoid gaining too much attention from his hunts. This is also the same reason that Kaelar does not take on vampire spawns.

Other: Vampires are immortal beings with unnatural regeneration, speed, and strength. They have been noted to be able to cast illusions through eye contact and manipulate human memory. They are also able to turn humans into vampire spawns and true vampires. Vampire spawns are compelled to obey their creator's every whim and are unable to disobey. Spawns are weaker versions of their vampire counterparts and are seen as inferior.

Most vampires are incredibly selfish and only create vampire spawns as servants. Vampires creating other true vampires is nearly unheard of because ascending a vampire spawn would relinquish the creator's hold over them. To turn into a spawn, a human ingests vampire blood.

It is undisclosed how spawns turn into vampires.

Moodboard

There was a hunger — an insatiable thirst that festered in his mind like poison.

His lips curled back into a smile as he wrapped an arm around the woman and pulled her closer until he could bury his nose into her neck. The straps of her dress got in the way of his perusing so he pulled it so it could drape off her shoulders. The warmth from her skin tickled his nose and the pulsing veins teased him. His mind mused about how easy it would be to puncture her neck and watch the lights in her eyes die out.

But if there was anything Kaelar hated, it was succumbing to his feral instincts. So he'd wait and play her little game of hard-to-catch she insisted on even though he had her exactly where he wanted her. His hand presses against her face to keep her from moving away as his lips trailed the side of her neck before placing a small peck behind her ear. She let out audible disapproval when he withdrew himself. When their eyes met, she offered a bashful smile.

"You must be drunk," she stated, her cheeks flushed in the dim barlights. "Or do you flirt with anyone?"

"Only if they have a pretty face."

"You haven't even told me your name," she insisted coyly.

"Did you want me to?"

The woman paused for a moment. "No. I like you more when I know less."

He threw his head back with a sharp laugh. She vexed Kaelar the way prey did when they had newfound confidence — an unnecessary trait in a species so breakable.

The unnamed woman's hand pressed against his leg and teetered on the edge of exploring his inner thigh, but she didn't. After all, she preferred it when men made the moves and she simply played along. It made her feel wanted in the moment and when she was sober again, she'd probably have a splitting headache and atone for what was tonight.

Kaelar didn't mind stoking her ego. It would make the fall greater and a far better spectacle than had he chosen someone simple or docile. This was why he lingered at bars late into the night like this very moment. The people that stayed here during this unholy hour were his preferred type: lonely or foolishly ambitious. The woman was a bit of both for she wanted to use Kaelar like she did alcohol to forget about her troubles.

He went along with her whims as they began to overstay their welcome and the other guests had long left. Most would've grown impatient and led the woman to a one night stay at a hotel by now.

However, he found that longer chases made them taste better.

When Natalia came to usher them away, Kaelar flicked his hand to look at the time before giving the bartender an apologetic smile.

"I must've lost track of the time." He reached out for the receipt and skimmed over his tab. Flipping through his wallet, he pulled out enough cash to cover the cost and then some. The excess was given to Natalia which Kaelar explained as, "For your troubles."

He returned his attention to his companion whose face now remained flushed from alcohol. Kaelar found himself rather unhappy with how the woman turned out. He liked them tipsy and loose-lipped. When they were staggering and drunk, it meant more trouble for him. When she stood, she put too much weight on her right side and her attempt at recovering her balance led her to grab onto his arm instead. "Be careful now," he murmured gently as he became her crutch and led her out.

But they wouldn't make it far.

At this rate, they'd need a taxi or a cab, but that meant introducing another person — another variable. He was already careful to avoid the main streets and opted to linger in the Red Door's alleyway. The fact that things didn't fall in place made Kaelar impatient. She was easily compliant in following him as if there was not a single thought in that pretty little head of hers. He pressed the woman against the cold brick walls while she was still sluggish and she groaned in protest at his manhandling. Kaelar ignored it. More importantly, he hadn't fed in weeks and he was hungry and he was nothing but grateful for the easy pickings in front of him.

He plunged his canines into her throat and covered her mouth with his hand to prevent her from screaming and to keep her head in place. The warm liquid filled his mouth and he feasted. He tore deeper into her flesh like a beast would’ve until her blood began to suffocate her. She gurgled and gasped, only to choke on her blood. He drank until she could no longer attempt to push him away and her legs buckled under her weight. Kaelar’s free hand wrapped around her waist when she became unconscious. Even then, it wasn’t enough to deter the vampire from gorging as her life force waned.

He tossed his head back with a satisfied sigh. If only they had more privacy, he would've enjoyed this moment more. His mouth was stained red and he let go of the woman who fell with a defeated thud. Kaelar’s eyes, formerly black, now glinted yellow as the edges of his lips curved into a satisfied grin. He felt most alive after a meal.

Kaelar finally looked down again at the corpse by his feet. Her throat had a wide gash where her esophagus should’ve been and her clothes had soaked up whatever blood he had wasted. He found her prettier when she wasn’t talking. Picking her up by her arm, Kaelar noticed a strange scent that wasn’t there when he started. Instead of the scent of blood, grime, and dirt filling the alley, there was the smell of another alive. At the same time, the backdoor of the bar immediately shut, and the click of a lock accompanied it.

It seemed he had grown sloppy in a fit of hunger. He dragged the corpse across the ground as the sound of her skin and clothes gently scraping against the ground echoed in the air. The sound of his shoes clicked every time the heel hit the ground until he stood before the door and stopped.

It’d be easiest to break the door here and kill whoever was unfortunate enough to stumble upon his current state. But he knew who was behind that door. After all, there was only one person in that bar besides Kaelar and his date. What face would she make when she saw his bloodied face and the corpse of the woman she saw less than an hour ago? Fear? Anguish? Or a mix of the two?

Kaelar found no need for urgency to get rid of the witness. Instead, he now had a face for his next victim. He imagined Natalia to taste better when he tormented her to the brink of despair and at the end of the day, she was only human. It’d be easy to get rid of her if she didn’t prove to be worth the hassle.

With a blur, he’d disappear alongside the evidence of his crime.