Image credit: Rainheal. Image description: a cute black and white vampire with the orbisian flag behind it. There is blood on its face and bats floating around. End description.

That's me in the picture up there and as you can probably guess, I can't just go walking around in my true form in public. I can change my appearance with magic enough to go strolling around but the frail mask I can don does nothing to protect me from the sun, certain herbs, or holy symbols. That's right. Yukon has spent most of their time here telling you that vampires are all different and only some fit into the genre you assume and that is very true but I am one of those who do fit that genre. I can turn into a bat, I don't look altogether human, I am pale, I am vulnerable to daylight and a pittance of other things but I am invulnerable to everything else.

I am not human. I am even less human than many vampires. There are certain human constructs I adhere to and certain ones I don't. I have a name so that others can call me something. I speak languages so that I can be heard. I wear clothing. At any point, if I wanted to, I could cease these things however. I could vanish into the wilderness and feed on animals and particularly unlucky humans and that would be that. I like having some sort of interaction with society, however, so I don't. I adhere to the rules that are strictly necessary. Everything else? To hell with it. As a non-human, I could not care less about dress-codes, manners, nationality, beauty, gender, sanity, morality, or social class. I use none of these things to describe myself. The land from which I hail is too old to have a name. I cover my body with fabric that will protect me from the sun and that alone is my concern. When donning my human disguise I make myself look as unassuming as possible. I try to be forgotten as soon as I am seen. I care not what I am called beyond my name. That is not to say I have no identity. I am myself. You will not know me by the end of this web page because you have never met me. But I have an identity.

I am older than dirt and since my time the vampire gene has mutated time and time again. We have evolved alongside humans and changed even more severely. Some of us became more like humans, more capable of blending in, and some went the complete other way. Here I am, my true form much like that of a bat and a man combined. There are only a handful of others like me. There only ever were a handful. I don't know how many there are now. I could be the last. Do you know how isolating that is? To not only be undead and ousted from most of society but to be the last of your kind of undead?

Am I being a downer? I don't care. This is what it is to live my life. In the very beginning, when I turned my first human, it was for companionship. I learned quickly not to subject others to this fate. My desciples did not listen, however. That is why there are so many vampires today. When you turn people to keep yourself from lonliness and they wind up just as lonely and desperate as you, the cycle repeats itself through them. Consequences. That's what I see when I see other vampires.

Of course, I cannot say such a thing to them.

That's why I'm telling you.

Manners aside, I keep this to myself for personal safety.

But you, you won't tell anyone.

No one of consequence anyway.

Alright, that's enough. I've probably scarred you for life. Here. Play some games and calm down before you go back to the main page.

Bye for now.

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