Democro
Forever at the end of the line, in more ways than one, he keeps walking through force of will alone. Long ago, he forgot how to lose, even though death has always been inevitable.
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Democro shuffled into the room, looking more than a little lost; a slight, pale man with straggly mauve hair and bleary silver eyes.
Democro glanced around, still looking rather lost, and made his slow way to the bar counter. "Hello?" His voice was quiet and faintly accented.
Democro rubbed his eyes, curling into a seat at the bar. The fact that the room was a little pocket of chaos didn't seem to concern him. He did, however, pull a funny face; overhearing Ashleyyy(:'s comment.
Democro ordered himself a drink, choosing water over anything stronger, and looked around the room with a vague sort of curiosity.
Democro was practically blind, so didn't see the danger of the approaching hormonal vampire.
Democro yawns, swirling the water in his glass.
Democro was sleeping quietly in a chair beside the fire, warmed by the electric device and far too tired to be disturbed by the loud chatter in the room.
Democro stiffened, crying out in mingled pain and alarm, struggling wildly against the creature that had settled on him.
Democro remained rather agitated, but was clearly too tired to kick up much of a fuss. He settled back into his seat and propped his head against the wall beside him, realising, not for the first time, that coming out without Revi to assist him had been unwise.
Democro fled the bar; classing the environment as unsafe.
Democro had no chance of moving fast enough to escape, and had no way of defending himself either. That didn't stop him running away at top speed.