Rules: 1. Post with your character by creating a "card" with your name, sex, and preferences. 2. Tag to others. 3. You supposedly only have seven minutes, but that's up to the muns how many comments. [To hell with that, let's not put a limit on how many comments] 4. Have fun.
Because there are plenty of beautiful places where the sunlight couldn't reach you that are equally as enjoyable. And you, of all people, might actually be able to see some of them.
[ The number of friends/acquaintances that Kaldur can take home without them wearing serious scuba pressure gear can be counted on one hand. ]
Though the night sky over the ocean does have its charms.
"And, well, I'm not really suited for, er, all this," he says with a vague and expansive gesture that's meant to encompass dating, this event, and possibly life in general. Who knows.
How your kind is made. Or born, or whatever word you'd like to use. It isn't surprising that there's so much variety, given all the people here from different worlds with equivalent sorts. Some have said it's much like any other race, some say vampir are made from a single bite, some say there's a more complicated process so it can't be done unintentionally.
[Brucolac, you have a shit sense of humour. Just accept it and move on.
He doesn't. Instead he flicks out his gross long snake-tongue and hisses. In a friendly way? With no change of his pleasant and personable expression, he amends:]
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GENDER: Male.
PREFERENCES: Clever. Resilient. Mature. An evening person. Preferably inhuman. Must like tongue.
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[ No hard feelings about being bitten. Though he is rather amused on light of it. ]
And is the evening a sunlight-dependent condition? Or a personal preference.
[ Hi, My name is Kaldur'ahm, and I would like to introduce you to the wonders of undersea living. ]
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It's both.
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[ The number of friends/acquaintances that Kaldur can take home without them wearing serious scuba pressure gear can be counted on one hand. ]
Though the night sky over the ocean does have its charms.
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The Brucolac: somewhat like that one terrible aunt at family gatherings.
Also, yes, he had to say eye. Nice socket-bling, Harry.
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Because that's hilarious and he knows it.
"And, well, I'm not really suited for, er, all this," he says with a vague and expansive gesture that's meant to encompass dating, this event, and possibly life in general. Who knows.
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[Or the other kind of tongue?]
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Why do you prefer someone not of your own species?
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Did I say I was human?
[ c: ]
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You did not specify anything. My original question stands.
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[hello bruc.]
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What can I say? I was born to be dead.
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What sort of stories?
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A single bite can do it. But it's a capricious bacteria, difficult to predict.
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...So what would your preferences list have been like before all that? Without all the vampir concerns.
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[Brucolac, you have a shit sense of humour. Just accept it and move on.
He doesn't. Instead he flicks out his gross long snake-tongue and hisses. In a friendly way? With no change of his pleasant and personable expression, he amends:]
It's mostly a joke.
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I see. Will you be disappointed if I cannot show a similarly impressive display?
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