Downworld
You are 19 year old, alluring, and sexy Geren Miles. Or so you think, well, about the sexy and alluring part. In truth you are over a century old and have a peculiar fashion style. You are a warlock and your appearance has been the same for you don't know how long. You look slightly human with your bright-colored leather pants, and neon-colored shirts except for your bright green eyes which glow in the dark. You are kind at heart and attractive in a sort but most people are surprised by your outward appearance. You are leading the life that you always wanted, throwing parties in your giant two-story house but all this is about to change.
You are conversing with your guests and drinking brightly colored drinks when a loud rapping draws you to the door. You pull the handle back and look at the visitor. "What do you want?" This person is tall in most standards but being seven feet tall, you tower over him.
He looks up at you. "You are Mr. Geren Miles correct?" He holds out an emblem. "You know what this means."
You look down at the emblem with small to no interest when your face goes pale.
You are conversing with your guests and drinking brightly colored drinks when a loud rapping draws you to the door. You pull the handle back and look at the visitor. "What do you want?" This person is tall in most standards but being seven feet tall, you tower over him.
He looks up at you. "You are Mr. Geren Miles correct?" He holds out an emblem. "You know what this means."
You look down at the emblem with small to no interest when your face goes pale.