your heart got teeth ☾ w. MelonPan

[chilltix]

Tristian

Name: Tristian Ensel Levene
Age: 23-24 (real age: over 80)
Species: vampire, turned
Built: 6'1 tall, compact/willowy body, pale skin, and brick red (hazel-brown, naturally) eyes
Marks: no tattoos, three ear piercings (two in his earlobes, one in his helix)

The neon city lights flickering behind his eyelids and the ear-shattering music booming in his ears were like a warm embrace to Tristian. A nightlife prowler, the eighty-year-old vampire was at home only in the thongs of sweating, dancing bodies, on the dancefloor or in darkened corners of the nightclub, pressed against another, warmer body, indulging himself in his favorite game. The chase was so ingrained in his instincts; his sharp, nearly crimson gaze followed every different body around him. Looking for a pretty, little thing to play around with for tonight. Dancing by himself, Tristian wasn't too preoccupied with finding his plaything yet. He could enjoy the rhythm of the music for a bit longer before his hunger became a priority. Even so, he couldn't help his wandering gazes. Some of the humans around him had familiar faces - but then again, Tristian never knew for certain since he could easily misremember or mistake faces for another. His own face attracted numerous glances of his own, for that matter. No doubt everyone knew everybody else in some way or another. They were all here for the same reasons - fill in some need deep down for attention, for validation. But mostly, just having a good time.

He danced and swayed to the music, enjoying the push and pull of the crowd surrounding him, head spinning with the smell of so many heated bodies and ears drumming with so many heartbeats. Vampires were easier to spot to him, mostly because Tristian already knew most of them. He had to keep a close eye not to overstep on anyone's territory. Vampires didn't take well to having their playthings (or familiars) stolen away by others. Tristian knew too well about what happened if one did that, even by mistake. So, after getting tired of dancing, and seeing as nearly all the people around him were paired up already more or less, Tristian slipped through the crowd toward the bar. "A dry martini, please," he called over to the barman. Technically, alcohol did nothing for him, but he still liked to sip a cold drink and peruse his prospects for the night. And it didn't take long before he found himself doubling back when he saw an attractive, heavy-set young man taking a seat a few stools away from Tristian's.

The barman was absently minded flirting with a twink vamp and didn't yet notice when the new arrival waved at him for his own drink. Tristian found himself gesturing toward his old friend, "Sage, this one's on me," he told the bartender and then turned to the gorgeous man beside him. "Unless I'm being presumptuous here," the vampire openly seized the other man from head to toe, finding him absolutely enticing. Fresh face, perfect body, cute outfit... No doubt the whole package. Tristian's lips twitched in a playful smile, as he leaned over the small gap between them ever-so-slightly, testing the waters. "What would you like?" he asked him, tone lowering in a gravelly whisper. The implied innuendo more than obvious in his actions. His half-lidden gaze moving slowly over his face, resting for a few seconds on his lips and then back to make eye-contact, discover what reaction his flirting will have on the young man.