I guess you could say I'm wealthy. I posess a Manor in Sweden, which is quite large and old. The Lefevre Manor has been my ancestral home for some time now. I never liked it there before, up until I felt like I missed going back to my Norse roots.
I am quite well-off. I have assistants to do my work, maids to clean the Manor and gardeners to tend the courtyards. I pay well for good service, so my employees want to keep their jobs with me.
I have my own supply of blood, kept at the estate for consumption. I also have human food, for the occasional guests.However, my wealth has not come without great sacrifice, and I can honestly say my wealth is the result of decades of toil.
As to my current deathstyle, I cannot say lifestyle, as I am no longer alive, I am quite liberal. I allow my employees free range, so long as they still prove useful and loyal.
Another dreary night in the land I have called home. Nothig to do except call my daytime assistants and inform them to trim the vines around my windows. My view is obstructed. I cannot see the moon.
Next order of business, get my favorite goblet and transfer some A Positive. It should be a nice cold night at Lefevre Manor, such as I always like. Then aain, there have been very few things I wanted that I did not get.
For some reason, A Positive has always been my type of choice. Mild, smooth and cool. I have always informed my DAs that I will feed on nothing else but A Positive, I myself do not understand this weird compulsion to drink only one type. I just do not understand.
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