There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.
Edgar Allen Poe
"I'm Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles. The canker in the rose."
Lestat
There was meaning in the world, yes, and laws, and inevitability, but they had only to do with the aesthetic. And in this Savage Garden, these innocent ones belonged in the vampire's arms. A thousand other things can be said about the world, but only aesthetic principles can be verified, and these things alone remain the same."
Lestat
I have been told I need to tell everyone about myself. I guess I am inclined to do so. Where to start...where to start...
I am a member of the Alabama National Guard and work on helicopters for a living. Being in the military has been so easy for me to be the dark and sinister person I am. I enjoy the work and the money, but the constant stares I get after the question of "Nosferatu??? What does that tattoo mean?" that is what really gets my rocks off.
My inner self is shadowed by my civility and charm.
"How can a nice guy like you have such dark and horrid thoughts?" They say.
It is very easy. Respect...the same respect most bible pushers need to learn. Yes I am different than you, but no I will not force you to be like me. Plus it is just the way I am.
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Annabelle Lee- Edgar Allan Poe
Come on. What's one little contest to win a shiny, gold fiddle? Dismissed by most other clans as aimless drifters and annoying tricksters, Clan Ravnos recruits many of its members from gypsy stock and other wanderers. Disjointed, independant and free, Clan Ravnos' members are usually out making lives of their own on the road, through whatever tricks and cons they can manage. Aiding them in this are their handy powers of illusion and deception of the senses, very convenient against guillible mortals. This lifestyle catches up with the Ravnos more often than not, however, and many have paid for it in ultimately tragic addictions to their favorite vice.Take this 
