Lord Dakol
Supernova
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2009
- Location
- California
An odd silence filled the large room as the raven haired male sat in the decorated chair, swirls and jagged edges adorning the fine woodwork. His entire body was limp as the atmosphere convulsed and swirled around him, his hands twitching as he concentrated on nothing but the air around him. Suddenly his entire body became rigid, inhaling sharply just before a young human male servant entered the room, telling him of a slaver's presence as if he didn't already know. Being the master of the residence, he had a spiritual hold on the entire area, allowing him to know when a new being has arrived. Due to his old friend's many arrivals, he knew his aura at once.
Standing up, Damion stood at 6'3" and weighed just over 160 lbs. He usually did not wear the royal attire, and this was no exception. Donning a black shirt with a dark jacket that covered his pale neck and fell down to his ankles with a small fake silver cross necklace that mocked Vampire Hunters. His lean arms flexed gently as he "flitted" towards their location. At once he entered, his toned chest rising and falling, only to show that his body was fit and athletic.
"Hello Jol. How are you today? Anyone new?" he inquired to his friend, the scarred individual smiling maliciously with his short brown hair cut cleanly at the sides. "Or intel about someone?" he added, glancing behind the man.