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Name: Cole Blackmore

Gender: Male

Race: Vampire

Age: Apparently 23

Appearance: Cole’s jet black hair is gelled up roguishly at the back, holding it in a stiff style. At the front, the monotonous blackness is interrupted by one sharp slash of white, which accompanies the dark, spiky tendrils falling over his face in a way that usually covers his left eye – Or rather, his lack of one – since he lost it in a battle eons ago. His right eye is a bright, icy blue – almost silver at times, and almost always callously cold.
He usually wears a tattered black gypsy shirt (http://mhaijikthings.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/gypsyshirt2.jpg), loose about the arms and collar. From his neck dangles a platinum amulet, since silver would have been harmful to him, but gold simply looked too ‘cozy’ for his liking.
Frayed bandages trail from the ends of his sleeves, falling loose about his palms and complimenting the tattered white shawl that hangs from his shoulders like a regal cape. His pants are a loose black leather, along with a spike-studded belt. He wears large, tough-looking leather boots, also studded with metal spikes and scuffed about the toes.

Personality: To be RPed. I had it typed up, but it changed. A lot...

History: Cole was Sultan of some far away Muslim country, though was forced to forsake his throne due to his outspoken views on Atheistic religion. Thus, he joined a crew of his good friends to travel the seas and became a gypsy. Thus, he became Sultan of the Gypsies.
Between then and now, Cole was lost and nobody knows what happened. Well, of course, he died. All this took place hundreds of years in the past, after all... Now, Cole's human side is all but forgotten, and his entire life revolves around- GAAAAH! He won't let me say any more! Cole, have mercy... EEEEK! *runs away*


((Sorry, not the greatest description, but it really doesn't matter... Wait until you really meet him. *Nods* Though I barely even know him myself at this stage... O.o *nods* ))

Cole stepped gracefully through the trees, walking silently, as if riding on air. The shawl about his shoulders floated out behind him, caught by a breeze that did not exist.
His hair, raven black except for the single streak of white, covered his missing left eye, but left his right eye free to glaze the world with its silver-blue iciness. He was a handsome fellow – his rusty skin seeming to glow softly in the moonlight, his dark hair complimenting his complexion perfectly. There was a certain charm about him, too. Something deadly, yet alluring… The sort of danger that makes one feel safe and secure. Lured to trust him like a moth to a flame… This was Cole’s charm. He was a gentleman, through and through, and he made sure the world knew it.
Finally, Cole reached his destination. He slipped out from the shadows of the tall trees and slithered closer toward the girl, crouched over the silky-smooth surface of the river. He could see the shimmering trail of a tear of her cheek, and the very scent of her told him what had happened.
“Welcome, young one.” Cole murmured softly – his voice soft and silky.
Within an instant, he appeared at her side – crossing the river in the blink of an eye, without a drop of moisture on his clothes. Slowly, he held out his hand to her, the tattered bandages trailing about his wrists. “Come with me, Lady, for you have much to learn…”

“Hush, sweet Lady. I mean you no harm…”
Cole knelt beside her, brushing his fingers softly across her neck, then cupping them around her dainty chin. He lifted her head with a gentle, firm force and looked into her eyes with his solitary gaze. “You have many questions.” He murmured softly, “And I have answers. You need me, my Lady.” A faint smirk curved his handsome lips, and Cole slowly straightened up, gazing down on the woman’s frail form. He would wait, just a little longer. And if she would not come to him – no matter. She would seek him eventually… This he knew, from endless experience. And he could wait, oh yes. He had the patience of an eternal being…

“Why, you ask…?” Cole murmured thoughtfully. “Why indeed.” A mysterious smile creased his handsome features as he left his question hanging.
“Dear Lady,” He went on quietly, “Don’t insult me.”
In the blink of an eye, he was beside her again, his body close behind hers – his arm around her shoulders and his lips near her ear. “You and I, we are the same. The sole difference is that you need knowledge, and I have it. You will come to me eventually, this I know. But will you find your way before you perish in ignorance, hmm…?” The words left his lips like a gentle purr as Cole curled his fingers gently in her silvery hair, then got to his feet and dusted himself off in a dignified fashion – his back turned on her. Leaving a final opportunity for her to call him back. She would. Later, if not now… Like it or not, she needed him. That was exactly how he liked it…

Cole chuckled softly to himself as the girl all but scolded him. So young… So foolish.
“A fiery spirit…” He commented, murmuring softly to himself. “Such a waste.” He tsked quietly, then turned and strolled off – tattered white shawl billowing regally out behind him. He didn’t mind her attitude, nor her insults. It was all part of the game… He would be patient, and eventually she would come to him. She would. She needed the knowledge he had offered her, and they both knew it… All that was left to determine was whether her fiery spirit could rule out logic, and turn her into a dumb beast. That would be no fun… No fun at all.
With a satisfied smirk, Cole strolled onwards through the forest – moving at a brisk, smooth pace.

Taisie-
I sighed heavily wanting to know the answers but no one treated me like that. I had my own rights it wasn't like i had sold my soul to the devil himself. But i needed to know what and who i was. I missed being me. I needed to be back to me. I wanted my tanned complexion black hair and even my fathers olive green eyes back. Anything was better than looking well beyond my years. Looking over my shoulder i seen him walking away also but in the other direction. I couldn't decide if i should be thankful or regretful.

Cole prowled onward through the trees for a while, then came to a standstill not too far off. It was time to apply his bird watching theory... Sit back, relax and observe. Eventually she would come to him... She would come. She had to... He didn't have time to chose little lost fledglings across the country. Well, he'd just have to hope his guesses had been correct from the start. So with a weary sigh, Cole slid down the tree behind him, soon finding himself sitting on the ground, leaning against the tree. He tilted his head forwards, and let his eye slide shut - dozing, but alert. Alert, but relaxed...

Presently, Cole found himself drifting into a light sleep, feeling perfectly at ease even in the somewhat dangerous surroundings. There was no danger to him in these woods. He was Cole Blackmore: Self proclaimed King of the vampires. Of course, he would not get reckless and overconfident, but he did not plan on worrying much, either. There were precious few challenges lft for him, but oh how he hungered for them...

As dawn began approaching, Cole's eyes flicked open and darted toward the sky. He considered it a moment, then got to his feet and dusted himself off - reading for somewhere darker. Nearby was an old abandoned well. It was damp and dingy, but he liked it... Something about it promoted the presence of danger he so longed for.
Soon enough, Cole reached his destination, and slipped neatly into the well, falling quite a way before landing cat-like on his hands and feet. He straightened, uninjured, dusted himself off and prowled deeper int the dark caverns. It was true that this was a well... But it was far more than that. Many vampires had used it over the years, and gradually tunnels had been dug out. Now, it closer resembled an underground labyrinth than a well. Cole wondered if the girl would find him here... If she'd come to him. He hoped she would, but at the same time, chasing them was always the best part... He'd get her to come to him eventually, one way or another.

As night fell, Cole woke from his elongated slumber. He stretched luxuriously, then made his way to the surface. Glancing around at the tall trees surrounding him, Cole decided to 'climb' one. With a single powerful leap, he found himself midway up the trunk, and from there it took just one effortless swing to find him crouching in the lower branches with a dignity that only Cole could muster. Silently and stealthily, he crept from tree to tree, slowly drawing nearer to the girl from before - watching her...
Presently, Cole decided it was time to make his presence known. So he slipped silently onto a branch directly overhanging where she stood and snaked his way down until he was crouched on a branch only a little higher than her head. At her scream of frustration, Cole chose to speak.
"You ought to consider being more careful, Lady. Some might consider such a sound to be an indication of weakness." Cole informed her silkily, watching her with a somewhat bored expression from the branch overhead.

"Why, you ask..?" Cole repeated, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Why indeed?" He smirked slightly, then slithered gracefully down the trunk of the tree, landing with a muffled thud on the ground beside the woman. "Forgive my rudeness." He murmured softly, offering his hand. "I am Cole Blackmore. A pleasure to meet you, 'only human'."
He spoke with complete seriousness, his expression unchanging, his hand still outstretched as though to formalise the introduction.

Cole chuckled softly, curling his hand slowly back in toward him. It amused him greatly - how this girl did not know how lucky she was that he was patient. It was almost endearing... He wasn't letting this one get away. He needed her.
"Relax, my lady." Cole crooned gently from where he stood, a faint smile curving his lips. "It was but a harmless joke..."
He stepped slowly up to her, closing the distance that she had opened. "Your defensive attitude, though... It is to be expected, I daresay. You've been betrayed before, haven't you, sweet Lady?"
And with a mysterious smile, he stepped away again, his icy blue eye watching her every move.
"Yes." He answered softly, before a question was even asked. "I know..."
And with that, he turned his back on her and began walking slowly, too slowly, away - waiting for her to follow. Hoping that, this time, he had his foot in the door.

Cole stopped, and turned slowly back, a grin splitting his face. Unless he was much mistaken, he had just been challenged.
"Perhaps not..." He murmured softly, "But every tower is started with a single layer, my Lady. If I have the basics, I shall find the rest - one way or another."
He paused a moment, turning away from her again, then casually muttered one last comment as he walked away. "That is - if it interests me."
And with a bored shrug, he continued on his way.

Cole shrugged vaguely as the woman's words fluttered after him. He didn't care. Honestly, he couldn't be bothered with her stupid little riddles. Perhaps he'd just kill her, and be done with it? But that was too boring... Far too boring.
No, perhaps he'd select a different victim instead? One that could bring him more... Satisfaction.