forum One-on-One with @Shuri
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@Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo

Name: Byron V'deila
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Age: 155
Species: Vampire
Personality: Byron is tender, hilarious and sensitive deep down. Unfortunately he keeps his good heart under lock and key. Outwardly, he is cruel, cold and merciless, with little regard for the lives of others, and even less for his own life. He has no will to live, and a bad attitude, but he has his redeeming moments.
Appearance: Byron stands at 5'9" in stature, with a normal build. He is average-looking, if not, a bit handsome, with short, thick, spiky red hair, cold blue eyes, and a pinch of freckles on his nose.
Talents: He's got a knack for diplomacy, and is a decent brawler. Lots of knowledge from his 155 years on Earth.
Powers: Superhuman strength, stamina, agility, durability and regeneration. Hypnotism. Shapeshifting.
Flaws: Hates the fuck out of himself. Generally an asshole.
Weaknesses: Sunlight annoys him. Extremely susceptible to death by fire. If he is impaled AND decapitated, he'll be weak enough to finish off.
Other: Based on the Strigoi of Nosferatu of Slavic mythology. Doesn't have fangs.

@Sammy H.

Name: Raaji Vohra.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Straight.
Age: 28.
Species: Mortal. (Human)
Personality: ENTJ, True Neutral, carries his weight when he is “in the spotlight”, and a bit charismatic and is all over the place making sure everyone is happy.
Appearance: 7’7”, Dark skinned (Middle Eastern), handlebar mustache with a stubbly beard, pointy nose, heavily built in chest and arms, brown short hair, and beach sand yellow eyes.
Talents: Improvising, trilingual, can play the trombone, and can wiggle his ears.
Powers: Strong resistance to magic and fire.
Flaws: Enjoys alcohol a little too much, is a bit arrogant, and short sighted. (He wears glasses.)
Weaknesses: Physical damage, like bullets, arrows, punches, and melee.
Other:

@Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo

Byron fell flat on his face, heaving, in a squalid alley, that smelled like piss and spray-paint.
He lay there for a while, still dry-heaving.
"Damn him!" He said, punching the concrete beneath himself, causing it to buckle slightly. He was speaking of Samaeal, his ex.
Next time I'll murder him! He raged, inwardly, as his broken ribs mended. He'd given as much as he'd gotten in their earlier fight. He got up, loosely, coming out of the alley to find a bar. A smsll building with a big lot, that blended into the surrounding city. He limped to it, wiping the blood from his nose. He cast off his black windbreaker coat, thankfully only it was damaged.

@Sammy H.

Raaji is meanwhile drinking some whiskey from a shot glass. He was fiddling with his left hand while his right delivered the whiskey. He was looking around his surrounds for something to distract him. he takes note of the grime between the gaps in the bar itself and the rather dusty interior. He glances behind him to just see an almost empty bar. Naturally. Of course I am the only one in here. he sets the shot glass down and pulls out his flip phone, going through his contact list.

@Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo

Byron barges into the bar, raw Satanic hatred seething from his being, as he walks up to the head counter, he takes a seat next to some guy, a large Middle Eastern man, moping about, his eyes, frigid as the Third Circle of Hell.