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When Rachel was done teasing Karissa, she spoke again. "I'm thinking an apartment near yours, for conveniencie's sake, or maybe near here for Arianna'a safety considering who shes hanging out with, cars, I'm not so sure, I was never really all that into them. You have any ideas?" Rachel entered the house. "Wow! It's beautiful, did you decorate it yourself?"

"I love it," said Karissa with feeling, as she gestured to Rachel that they'd continue discussing cars later.

"Um...nah, I think I'm fine thanks." Rachel appreciated the gesture, but she wasn't really sure Arianna had what Rachel would drink.

"Cloudy, mostly, gloomy kind of. Generally I don't mind, it brings with it a kind of peace that the sun doesn't allow. In a way, it's more beautiful that way." Rachel shrugged.

"That'll be kind of different from where I used to live but I like it when the sky is cloudy. I bet you think I'm weird but I do like the clouds, I don't know it's something about them that I really like" Arianna said.

"I could, like, do that you know" Arianna teased. "I guess I've just had to grow up fast" Arianna admitted.

Gender: Male
Name: Gilchrist Abactor
School(if one): --
Race: Cold One (or "vampire")
Age(looks and true): Changed at 19, is actually 100-5000
About: He has spent a lot of time alone, from years to decades, he doesn’t know. This makes his true age as blurry as his motives.
He feeds on mainly animals, though he lets the occasional human slip if he’s sure he cannot be caught; he has no remorse about killing the humans, he just enjoys maintaining a stationary lifestyle. His favorite animals to hunt are wolves, particularly lone, or pack-less. In humans, beautiful women seem to taste the best to him.
He has a lone-wolf personality, with not much a care about other’s emotions. Something in his words always sound either hollow or careless, and his nonchalance is almost the opposite of infectious.
Appearence: He absurdly tall and fairly thin, though the characteristic musculature of the Cold Ones is still prominent in his form. He wears mainly an onslaught of black suits and tuxedos, all very form-fitting, though not quite exposing his muscles. His silver eyes look to be filled with molten stainless steel, though when he is upset they appear a vibrant, animalistic yellow. His hair matches his eyes in color, sleek and long, draping past his shoulders. Around the humans, he wears his hear in front of his eyes, though in private company it is usually parted. Its silver sheen is very obnoxious for him to hide, but he seems to manage somehow.
height: 6 feet 9 inches
Power: He has heightened agility, along with extreme power over people to speak in a way that can make them hallucinogenic, or afraid, or angry at someone they’ve never met in their lives.
weakness: Prone to go insane over the "pointlessness of life, or whatever this is"
likes: Provoking helpless animals, staring at blank walls for prolonged amounts of time, and reading endlessly.