Post by †Arisen† on Nov 10, 2008 21:52:13 GMT -6
A dark shape lounged in a tree, reclined against the trunk. His gray eyes seemed to glow in the bleakness of the light, his tangled brown hair in his face. He wore a long red jacket, which seemed to fall off the branch. He sighed deeply, watching a bird fluttered at the end of the branch. His shirt and pants were black (...I'm realizing...that he may look a bit like Alucard...Oh well ). He wore dark sunglasses, which hung on the end of his nose.
He sat in a tree in the park. His real name wasn't known. He was just... Trey. His gray eyes watched the sky from under a tangled mess of brown hair. He looked like a normal person, until you got closer. Under the dullness of those gray eyes, there was a hidden evil, temptation. A luring fire within his eyes. And yet,... He still looked human. Black clothes, normal, 5' 10", normal height. But he was different, no matter how much he wished he wasn't.
Quietly, Trey leapt to the ground, feet making no noise. With the moonlight bathing his face, the red tint in his eyes was a bit more noticeable now, but not much. He tucked his hands into his coat pockets and started down the street. There he was, a lone shadow of the dark night. Trey moved his hand to his belt, where a gun hid on a holster. He wasn't alone. Without turning his head, he looked out of the corner of his eye. Someone was coming up the street.
He had his own legacy, like few others. "Betrayal." That he was. He was betrayal himself. Turning on his own, his own family, his coven, His race. He was the very definition of the word. So it was his name.
This was one of those nights when he wished he was alone, when he prayed he wasn't hunted by the rest of his kind. But to night seemed no different than any other. He meerly sighed and pushed his glasses up on his nose. Just like the other nights.
He just wanted sleep tonight--nothing more than that.
Trey sighed and checked to make sure his gun was still in his holster.
Trey kept walking without a pause--even as he passed a girl walking by. Then paused, and turned slightly. There was someone... A hunter... out tonight as well.
Perfect, he thought, More hunters. Can't I just get some rest?
He closed his eyes and listened. A form of a blueprint appeared behind his closed eyes. A blueprint of the land. Only two hunters, on the rooftops around them.
"Hey, girl. You should get home. There are more dangerous things out here than me," Trey muttered. He knew that most vampires--fledglings and ancients--knew about him. He wasn't sure how many thought it to be true, "And they're ready to strike."
He grinned a bit, his teeth flashing in the light.
"Now, run along kid. I have some business with them to attend to. I doubt you want your pretty face to be caught in the cross fire."
(Yes, the infamous Trey has surfaced. The man Betreyl.)(Yes, I know I describe him twice, this is two intros combined. If you have a problem with it, BITE ME.
Jagger: Sure!
Me:... -_-)
He sat in a tree in the park. His real name wasn't known. He was just... Trey. His gray eyes watched the sky from under a tangled mess of brown hair. He looked like a normal person, until you got closer. Under the dullness of those gray eyes, there was a hidden evil, temptation. A luring fire within his eyes. And yet,... He still looked human. Black clothes, normal, 5' 10", normal height. But he was different, no matter how much he wished he wasn't.
Quietly, Trey leapt to the ground, feet making no noise. With the moonlight bathing his face, the red tint in his eyes was a bit more noticeable now, but not much. He tucked his hands into his coat pockets and started down the street. There he was, a lone shadow of the dark night. Trey moved his hand to his belt, where a gun hid on a holster. He wasn't alone. Without turning his head, he looked out of the corner of his eye. Someone was coming up the street.
He had his own legacy, like few others. "Betrayal." That he was. He was betrayal himself. Turning on his own, his own family, his coven, His race. He was the very definition of the word. So it was his name.
This was one of those nights when he wished he was alone, when he prayed he wasn't hunted by the rest of his kind. But to night seemed no different than any other. He meerly sighed and pushed his glasses up on his nose. Just like the other nights.
He just wanted sleep tonight--nothing more than that.
Trey sighed and checked to make sure his gun was still in his holster.
Trey kept walking without a pause--even as he passed a girl walking by. Then paused, and turned slightly. There was someone... A hunter... out tonight as well.
Perfect, he thought, More hunters. Can't I just get some rest?
He closed his eyes and listened. A form of a blueprint appeared behind his closed eyes. A blueprint of the land. Only two hunters, on the rooftops around them.
"Hey, girl. You should get home. There are more dangerous things out here than me," Trey muttered. He knew that most vampires--fledglings and ancients--knew about him. He wasn't sure how many thought it to be true, "And they're ready to strike."
He grinned a bit, his teeth flashing in the light.
"Now, run along kid. I have some business with them to attend to. I doubt you want your pretty face to be caught in the cross fire."
(Yes, the infamous Trey has surfaced. The man Betreyl.)(Yes, I know I describe him twice, this is two intros combined. If you have a problem with it, BITE ME.
Jagger: Sure!
Me:... -_-)
