Ryo Drake a odd character at that, had been on the town all night finding out information on the nearby vampires. It seemed they had a elder nearby, and after threating to stake one through the heart well it seemed to agree it was better to tell the whereabouts of the elder. His smirked after learning the whereabouts and thanked the vampire for being such a whimp. He hopped on his motorcycle, in a few twists it was started he took off as the engine raved with a loud noise as he popped a wheely as he sped. He wasn't the safest driver, but seeing it was a motorcycle he never was involved in a accident.
His dark blue hair blew in the wind, he wasn't one for helmets. He felt they were an impairment of the vision and in order to move freely one needed the absence of one. His eyes were a piercing golden brown, his attire was that of a white shirt against a black trenchcoat like jacket. His pants were black, as well as his boots. A silver cross necklace was around his neck, it wasn't for protection against vampires or evil spirits but for memory of a people who left one thing behind.
He smirked upon ariving at the mansion, he dismounted his bike and walked up the walkway leading to the door. He knocked on it firmly, he moved some hair away from his left eye. He sighed this might be a long time, it was near dinner time but he never was one to eat meals ontime. He seemed to always like nightlife better than daytime. He wouldn't be hungry for another two hours, he took out a camera taking a few pictures of where the elder lived. He noticed how 'fancy' and 'well kept' it was. He decided it must've been a lady unless the vampire was a more queer type of one. He had met an assortment of vampires so he wouldn't be surprised. He got annoyed and knocked again a bit more firmly this time. He put away his camera while he waited.
His dark blue hair blew in the wind, he wasn't one for helmets. He felt they were an impairment of the vision and in order to move freely one needed the absence of one. His eyes were a piercing golden brown, his attire was that of a white shirt against a black trenchcoat like jacket. His pants were black, as well as his boots. A silver cross necklace was around his neck, it wasn't for protection against vampires or evil spirits but for memory of a people who left one thing behind.
He smirked upon ariving at the mansion, he dismounted his bike and walked up the walkway leading to the door. He knocked on it firmly, he moved some hair away from his left eye. He sighed this might be a long time, it was near dinner time but he never was one to eat meals ontime. He seemed to always like nightlife better than daytime. He wouldn't be hungry for another two hours, he took out a camera taking a few pictures of where the elder lived. He noticed how 'fancy' and 'well kept' it was. He decided it must've been a lady unless the vampire was a more queer type of one. He had met an assortment of vampires so he wouldn't be surprised. He got annoyed and knocked again a bit more firmly this time. He put away his camera while he waited.