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| >>ooc// This is my starter for Koori's character when he was a Vampire I hope this is okay. Setting down his pen Koori looked up from his work to see that a the day had passed by him. He must have been sitting there for at least thirteen hours doing paperwork and torturing slaves. It had been a long work day and as he stood up he went into the connected bedroom for nights like this when he did non-stop work through days and nights. "I guess I should feed," he thought to himself wondering if it would be better to feed from one of the less tolerable slaves but he decided against it. That wasn't his job and he wasn't going to take advantage his bread-winning job even though he was sure the Queen wouldn't mind him feeding from a few of the slaves every now and then. He stripped off his button-up shirt and his slacks to hop into the shower that he had installed for his own use. The hot water felt wonderful running across his cold skin. It dripped down his back and over the curves and dips of his muscles that were toned from years of being an Immortal. The second he had become one his body had changed; this Vampire blood he had drank had been of an older Vampire. He had taken on the strength of that Elder and had watched his body change dramatically from a skinny, lean body to that of a buff six-pack-bearing man with pale skin and strong limbs. Koori washed out his hair and ran shampoo and conditioner through it to make it soft and beautiful like it usually was. So when he stepped out of the shower he grabbed his hair dryer and worked on his appearance to make sure he would get a catch tonight. Vampires were always so beautiful and he would have no trouble finding someone to feed from but he wanted to look good anyways. Fixing his hair was easy as he French braided it in many rows the bottom pieces that fell to his shoulders he flat ironed and curled. It was a long process that took about half an hour of work but when it was done he looked amazing. He looked like someone you would see on the cover of those crappy romance novels. Fabio had nothing on Koori. The Vampiric man stepped out of his bathroom to grab a nice, marble colored button-up shirt and a silky tie pulling them on effortlessly just as he did his nice black pants that were high quality. With one more look in the mirror he smirked and started out of the Slave House, the place that he, basically, owned and ran by himself with a few other Slave Trainers. The slave business was getting bigger and bigger each moment he lead it and in Europe and third-world countries it was growing even faster. It was surprising the human Government hadn't done anything to stop it but then of course he sold slaves to Government officials all the time and the press wasn't allowed to say anything about it. It was all a huge cover-up and the older Koori got the more he hated it. He wanted so badly to get away from the Slave Master position sometimes that it hurt but as he stepped out of the building and looked back at it, he knew he was stuck. There was no getting out of it unless he wanted to be on the most wanted list. With a shake of his head, Koori started down the street fixing his tie a bit before moving into the shadows. How funny that the moon was full tonight and he felt so energized and ready to feed from any pretty young thing that walked his way. Hiding in an alleyway, he waited until he saw a young man walking by with pretty chocolate brown hair and gray eyes. Koori wrapped his mind around the young man's mind and he instantly came to him as if being controlled by a small string. "Come to me," Koori whispered more across the boy's mind then in the air as he took the boy into his arms and uttered small words into his ear to calm his rapid heartbeat. "It will not hurt." With those four words he let his fangs grow from their sheaths and took the back of the boy's head into his hand sinking his teeth deep within the soft flesh. He made sure the boy felt only pleasure out of all of this and the moan that came out was enough to satisfy him. He was so busy worrying about feeding he was oblivious to anything around him. |