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Tobias Maduch

"Nobody wants to be alone, even if they're only ghosts."

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a character in “Secrets Of Bear Point”, as played by Wolf's Bane109

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Tobias Maduch

"I open the door between Heaven and Hell."






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F U L LXN A M E
Tobias Demetries Alec Maduch

N I C K N A M E (S)
Toby | Common and most used by everyone

Alec | Not as used

Demetri | Used by only those in the Pack

Ghost | For his white coat in Wolf form as well as he usually appears out of nowhere half the time

B I R T H D A Y
December 15th

A G E
Appears to be 25 | Tobias is really 265 years

R O L E
Lycan Beta | Lycan Healer

S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual

E T H N I C I T Y
Irish

H O M E T O W N
Dublin, Ireland | Minor accent

H E X
Hex



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S T Y L E
Toby's choice of clothing is on the more common and basic sign of fashion. It isn't too out there nor is it too bland for most people, he finds what suits him and what's comfortable for him, as well as how it looks. He can usually be seen wearing any form of plain jackets and shirts, usually loose-fitting, but not baggy as he never knows when he will have to change forms as he is always on his toes. He can also always be seen with his pair of aviator sunglasses that are on him in one way or another, whether wearing them or having them hang from his shirt or jacket pocket. His color pallet rarely changes, but it can be anywhere from dark navy blues and blacks and grays, to dark or bright reds and soft purples.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
5'8", 160lbs

A P P E A R A N C E
At first glance some say Toby has the appearance of what they used to call a "Greaser, which in turn meant that he had the slight appearance of a rough young man, especially one who greases his hair back and is a member of a motorcycle gang or an engine mechanic, as his appearance is usually one that isn't dirty or unclean, but more roughed up as if he had a long night. His hair is usually either slicked back with hair jell or tossled until it's only a curly mess of hair atop his head, along with his pale and smooth skin and almond-shaped dark eyes with a bearded face. While he is seen as being rougher around the edges or a misfit as people usually think he is up to no good, but it's simply due to the time that he really got to appreciate life, which had been the 50's in the States down south from Canada. But aside from his first off-putting appearance, a simple smile from him can help light up a room as his eyes and face seem to almost glow in well-lit areas as his grin and laugh are simply infectious and anyone who witnesses him smiling can't help but smile in return.

While in his wolf form he is rather the opposite in appearance. His Wolf form is much smaller compared to the others, leaning more on the smaller size as he is of a smaller, thinner frame as he isn't built for combat, but speed and swiftness as he blends in with the snow, especially when he closes his eyes as they are a bright red and can stand out of the snow and darkness like a shining beacon.



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L I K E S
Coffee, either hot or iced he doesn't care, Toby can always be seen with a coffee in hand and is a common patron at the diner for their homemade coffee | Women, Toby is a cliche, he is almost a love-struck puppy who is too afraid to even ask a female out simply because he is afraid of rejection, Mechanical work, Toby will be anywhere that he can find something to work on, when he isn't at the diner having a cup of coffee or in the woods with his pack, he can be seen with his head stuck under the hood of a car | Nature and the outdoors, Toby has a love for anything that has to do with the outdoors and will always be happy to go out for a run with the pack members or play with the younger pack members | Hiking, as he adores the outdoors, it isn't surpising that he loves to go for walks in the woods or trails around the small town | Music, almost any form will get his heart pumping, except for country and rap music he will always have music playing wherever he may be, as he has a soft spot for modern and classis rock music, Piano, Violin, and Guitar, something about the instiments calms him down and helps keep the Wolf at bay within whenever he plays | People, it shouldn't be a surprise that he is a people person with his outgoing personality and constant energy | Lycans, as obvious as it may be he has a love for his supernatural brother and sisters and would do anything for anyone whether they were a part of his pack or not as he has too big of a heart to say no to someone, especially kids | Vampires, with the few that he had the change to meet over the years, especially Guienevere as he and her on somewhat good terms as they make small talk whenever they see each other, as he always gives everyone a benefit of a doubt|

D I S L I K E S
Endangerment of the humans in Bear Point, is the one thing he absolutely fears and hates, the idea of innocent lives being in harms way terrifies him as he has too big of a heart for the weak, especially humans | Stuck up or snobby people, people that think they're better than everyone else bothers him to no end and he will easily cut off any ties with people that are like that as he doesn't get why certain people would be mean to others for something so trivial | Xavier and his Followers, Tobias has only met Alexander's brother once and it was a passive moment, but it was one he would never forget and has given him a strong distaste for him, especially with the stories he's heard from his Alpha | Useless violence, he doesn't understand the concept of war when it isn't needed, as he'd think people could have dealt with matters without violence | Spicey or Bitter foods, Toby can handle hot and sour foods, but something about spicey and bitter foods don't agree with him and make him feel weird | An egregious amount of blood, he can handle blood, but it's something about an uncontrollable amount of blood that makes him feel sick and have to walk away, even though he is a healer |


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P E R S O N A L I T Y
In easiest terms, and despite his appearance, Toby is said to be the big brother and teddy bear type of individual. He is always one with an open ear, no matter who it is, he will be there for them to talk to and will happily listen and give his shoulder for them to cry on if they need to. He is easily one of the nicest people anyone has ever met, his heart is too big for his own good and he can't leave anyone behind when they clearly need his help, as he'd easily feel guilty and feel as if he did them wrong by not helping them.

He always has a smile on his face and will do whatever it takes to cheer someone up, whether by telling them a silly joke, or just trying to lift their spirits. Deep down he just wants everyone to get along and doesn't understand why people feel the need to fight when they could very simply just talk things out in a civil and calm manner. He only ever reverts to violence if he really has to, and even then he knows it isn't right and sometimes questions his authority, never outwardly. He will occasionally ask Alexander if what he's doing by standing idly and not going to talk to Xavier would be the best decision, but he knows his Alpha would only ever make the best choice for what's best for not only the Pack, but also everyone in Bear Point. At times he can be a bit naive and clueless for what is really the best choice for everyone involved, which tends to end up with him making mistakes, but nothing that is unforgivable.

Toby is also very much so a clutz. If he isn't focused on something he tends to forget where things are and where he's placed things and needs reminding sometimes. But no matter what his heart is always in the right place and his intentions are always for the best of others even if he does seem to make some rather wrong choices. As long as his intentions are pure and just, he is usually in a safe place with the others, but he has made some calls that has gotten him in some hot water with Alexander and some of the Pack members, but by the end of the day Toby would gladly give up his life and safety if it meant keeping the other pack members and people of Bear Point safe, especially those that are younger than him as he has a major soft spot for children and hates it whenever he sees a child in distress or pain and would do anything to make sure that they're okay and in a safe place.


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F A M I L Y
He doesn't remember his family much as time hasn't been very kind to him, but the only family he remembers was his mother. She was kind and loving to Toby even when he started showing signs of being a Lycan, when times shunned anyone that wasn't human or conceived as "normal." His relationship with his mother was the one thing that really kept himself together and when she head passed away it absolutely destroyed him in body and mind and he had gone into a depressed state for a few years after she passed away due to old age. It was only after he met Alexander and his wife Lyra that he was able to find a new family that was like him, and was made of people that wouldn't pass away while he never aged and would live on when others passed on. With his newfound family in the Wolf Pack, he was able to find himself again and he would do anything for anyone in the pack even if it meant he would die for them.


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H I S T O R Y
Tobias was born in Dublin, Ireland in 1765 to a very humble and caring family. Growing up in a small city along the coast of Ireland gave Toby the childhood anyone would have wanted. He grew up to be carefree and accepting of everyone, just as his parents were themselves, kind and caring people. From an early age, he showed signs of being someone that would do anything for anyone, regardless of who they were. Being the ever-present kind-hearted child that he was it wasn't uncommon to find him helping others in any way that he could, young or old he was always helping others out, which helped increase his track record as a child into his teen years when he was offered a job as a fisherman, but he had turned it down as he wanted to be able to help support his family in the city. Instead, he had gotten a job at the local bakery at the age of fifteen, as well as working at the local library whenever he could. His parents joked about him becoming a teacher at one of the schools when he was older, a thought that had crossed his mind multiple times.

But as time had gone on and the years passed he went from job to job, honing his skills until one day when he was twenty-five. It was his birthday and he decided to have a night on the town with his friends, visit a local pub and have a good time. It was a night full of cheers and smiles, friends sharing past memories and stories of things they had seen when they went out of the country, something Toby couldn't relate to. But as the night when on he figured it was best for him to head back home, saying goodbye to his friends as he left the pub, feeling a slight buzz he thought it was best for him to cut through the country fields as he made his way back home under the full moons' light. As he made his way back he couldn't help but shake the feeling that he was being watched. He didn't know why or how he had the feeling, but it felt like he had eyes on him from all directions. He figured it was simply due to his slightly intoxicated state, as well as paranoia as it was simply dark and animals were all around him. One second he was walking back to his home, the neck he was flat on his back as something incredibly large and heavy slammed into him, forcing him off his feet and hitting the hard ground beneath him.

As he tried to regain his barings as his vision slowly returned to normal he saw something he would never forget. It was a figure, cloaked in darkness, it looked human but, something about it was off. The figure was pale, dark eyes and seemed to be hunched over by a large stone wall, just, staring at him from the darkness, the light from the moon being his only way of seeing the figure. But as he blinked, it was gone. Or so he thought. As he regained his stance and slowly rose to his feet he was forcefully knocked back onto the ground, this time as a hand wrapped around his throat, in the ensuing attack he felt a sharp pain in his side as whatever kind of animal attacked him. He couldn't remember much after that, except for waking up the next morning, finding himself in the local hospital. He was told that he was found in the nearby woods with multiple cuts and bite marks, seemingly from some sort of animal. After he was let out a few weeks later everything was different for him. His senses were heightened, as well as his sense of smell and overall everything was different. He could hear things he couldn't normally hear, smell scents no one could smell, and for a while his anger was a common factor now more than it was before.

For months he had tried to figure out what it was, that was until he met someone that had explained what happened. He had been attacked by what the locals called a "demon", or "Night Stalker." Something that looked and acted human, but had a thirst for human blood and flesh. But instead of having attacked him, something else came to his aid, but in turn had accidentally attacked him instead, therefore infecting him with what would be later called Lycanthropy, or "Wolf-Man" by some. The stranger introduced themself as a friend that didn't mean anything but help. He explained if Tobias wanted his family to be safe that he should come with them, with others like himself where he could make sure he could never hurt anyone by accident. With initial skepticism and uncertainty, Tobias eventually agreed and left with the man after parting with his family. They made their way from Ireland to other places as they were gathering others like themselves, until they finally made their way to a small town in Nova Scotia, where they would not only be safe from the outside world, but where they could also look after the people in the small town as their were rumors of a violent Coven residing somewhere in the small port town.

Over the years Tobias has become one of the closest and biggest supporters of Alexanders pack and would do anything for his new family, as well as the people in the town. Now they silently watch over the people of Bear Point as they walk amongst them every day in broad daylight, but with whispers of an upcoming danger, Tobias wonders if they're slowly getting over their heads with the possible confrontation with Xavier and his Coven, as they are easily outnumbered, but he trusts his Alpha, even if he doesn't always agree with his ideology.


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R E L A T I O N S H I PXS T A T U S
Single, as much as he would like to have a relationship he is too afraid to pursue anything out of fear of losing someone else

A B I L I T I E S
Just as the others of his kind, Toby has immense strength, far above a vampire's, but is much slower than them, but among the Pack, he is one of the fastest and most swift-moving wolves. His hearing, smell, and sight are increased as well, far above average as his attunement with people is greater than the normal Lycan's. What's special to him is his ability of being able to take one's pain away as long as the injured isn't holding it back from him, as well as being able to help one's wounds heal faster than they would on their own as long as they are a naturally induced wound, as until now someone hasn't had a wound he couldn't help heal.


T A L E N T S
Playing the piano, violin, and acoustic guitar, something about them has come as a natural thing for him to do and is something he finds calming | Dealing with anything mechanical, as he can usually help fix the problem or find out what's wrong |

S T R E N G T H S
| His size helps him pass through spots while the others cannot, letting him be able to check on areas where the others usually wouldn't be able to find | His way with people and how easy it is for him to get people to talk to him | His constant resolve to make sure everyone in the Pack is alright and safe, especially the children | His protective instinct and his willingness to make others be in a constant space of safety |

W E A K N E S S E S
His insecurity in relationships, he is too afraid to commit to someone | His curiosity in others, as it usually leads to him getting into trouble as he can be too trusting | The fact that he is in a constant state of anxiety and paranoia that the others have to always be safe | The thought of losing someone and not being able to help heal them |


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So begins...

Tobias Maduch's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jordan Ley'co Character Portrait: Madison Pines Character Portrait: Emma Pines Character Portrait: Nicholas Anders Character Portrait: Tommy Liles Character Portrait: Matthew Montgomery Character Portrait: Sarah Ley'co Character Portrait: Lyra Howlett Character Portrait: Guinevere Addington Character Portrait: Logan Pines Character Portrait: Xavier Howlett Character Portrait: Luke Sayer Character Portrait: Alexander Howlett Character Portrait: Lianna Howlett Character Portrait: Tobias Maduch

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Arc One: Awakening

March 27th: Three days before gradutation


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All was quiet and peacefull. Too peaceful even, in the small port town known as Bear Point. The animals were communing with each other with small chirps, howls, yips, and barks as nature took its course. Everything was as normal as anyone would otherwise think, except for what had happened during the night unknown to all the people that lived there.

In a small, gray two-story house. Three figures were going about their daily lives behind the closed door of the house. An older man sat in one of the chairs at the table. One of the others was somewhere around the house, doing who knows what as he pleased, meanwhile there was one more who was occupying the living quarters with the older man. The older man casually flipped through the newspaper of what would be the quintessential definition of "normal" in the Bear Point area. Like most places it had a rather elegantly done colonial design and was rather distant from most neighbors given the low populace. He was currently sitting at the breakfast table, looking very much like the image of the model husband himself. He was a tall, strong-built man, with short, raven black hair, and just as equally dark maroon eyes. His jaw was finely and perfectly chiseled, his skin smooth and fair, making him in many people's opinion, the epitome of handsome.

"Nearly a dozen disappearances within the past month...such a tragic affair, they must find the people responsible for this, don't you agree?" he asked with a deep, yet calming voice.

The man finally discarded the newspaper, revealing his eyes which were currently blood-red in shade-the sclera which was normally white for most people was black in appearance. This wasn't due to contacts but it was simply a byproduct of him using his vampiric powers. The question was addressed to the only remaining occupants of the house aside from himself, mainly one of his comrades and the woman who would most likely be having a normal breakfast at this time without their timely intervention.

"Granted I believe as of now they are three short courtesy of our own little artist here." Xavier winked at the blushing woman in question.

The woman couldn't exactly be considered ugly or attractive, but she clearly had a battered look about her. In particular, the vacant look in her eyes due to his influence was her predominant feature. The night before, he'd rather selfishly convinced the woman into murdering her husband. In an effort to build the young woman's dreams of being an artist, he had her practice by 'sculpting' with the bodies of her two children. In his honest opinion, she had artistic talent, but she simply had no originality...and had just lost her 'new toy' feel to him all too soon, which was rather disappointing as he only just started to have fun with her.

"Nicholas...feel free to have your fun...I have certainly had mine, and greatly appreciate you indulging in my new game." The vampire's eyes reverted to their human appearance as he ceased using his ability, blinking a few times as his eyes slowly returned to their normal blood red color.

He understood the younger vampire's murderous inclination and often enjoyed indulging in it. Nicholas was by far one of the most talented killers he'd encountered in the past century and Xavier enjoyed watching a man at work. However, this time around he was more intent upon his next move than fully observing what would come next. Nicholas was on the more smaller frame, tall but not as strong looking in appearance. He had more of boyish features, regardless of his actual age. His hair was dark brown, just barely a few inches in length as he prefered to keep it short. His skin was also fair and flawless, aside from a scar over his right eyes, which were too a dark maroon color.

Nicholas himself was at that moment in the morning eating toast, with a light spreading of butter and strawberry jam. Yes he was fully aware that he was playing into the stereotype, but frankly he did not care and was half-way through eating the pastry treat when his master, Xavier, placed down the newspaper he was reading and asked a question that Nicholas only really caught the end of, as he was busy attempting to catch a loose glob of jam from the opposite end of the toast with his tongue.

"-Do you not agree?"

Nicholas paused with the jam on the end of his tongue and still partly attached to the toast before replying. "Well-" He began, before swallowing his mouthful of food and starting his sentence again. "Well, I know for a fact that at least one of those disappearances was me...Maybe two." He looked slightly sheepish as if it were some great crime, which frankly amongst Vampires, it wasn't. Again he fazed out, back into the world of simple food when he heard Xavier speak up again.

"Nicholas, feel free to have your fun." That was all the signal he needed really and already had a plan in motion.

He calmly placed the half-eaten piece of toast onto the plate and stood up, pushing his chair in and casually strolling around the table to the now blinking and confused artist, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder and when she looked up at his young and caring face, he gave her a large and manic grin, long fangs clearly visible. In one smooth motion his hand twisted her out of her chair and onto the dining table, making sure to miss the remains of his breakfast, his hand flashed for a moment and in his hand was one his daggers, which he plunged into the poor woman's sternum, swiftly removing it again in one sharp motion, releasing a crescent of blood into the air, the scent of which he breathed in deeply with a small moan of pleasure escaping his lips. He then grew tired of the simple thought of simply reducing the woman to little more than shreds and with one hand lifted her onto her feet, before throwing her at one of the walls, rather high up as well, and then grabbing the largest candlesticks that was on the table, which he threw like a javelin at the woman, impaling her onto the wall, all of which happened in a matter of seconds, and left the poor woman to slowly bleed to death as the light slowly faded from her eyes.

Nicholas himself picked up a wine glass and strolled under the woman, catching the droplets of blood in the cup before stepping back. "Perhaps not my most refined work. But it has a certain, se setir a lui, what do you think, My Master?" His accent had all but faded from his voice, other than when he actually spoke, and like any German, he couldn't resist drinking a fine 'wine' and being complimented on his handiwork.

Xavier couldn't help the phantom of a smile that formed on his face when Nicholas asked his question. The indirect joke that they weren't the ones entirely responsible (well actually they were) for the recent human casualties also dawned on him at this point.

"A lovely kinetic aesthetic, the shift between efficient, to vicious, brutal, and then to class was seamlessly executed...Shame any further viewers will not understand that. However, in exchange, they get left with the intrigue of how the spectacle came to be." he spoke as he stroked his clean-shaven face for a moment as he mused over the spectacle once more.

After a moment of pause, he then spoke up again. "But yes, tis not your best work." he said rather simply

Having given his opinion on the matter, Xavier rose from his seat. The human cattle were getting up and about which made their sticking around this long slightly more likely for someone to actually see something. He didn't exactly care whether or not they were spotted if fact it'd just make the game more interesting. But that didn't mean he was willing to take risks without caution or care...centuries of life demands a certain level of paranoia.

"Pray tell Nicholas, shall we return home and sleep like the dead, or is now a good time to prowl about?" He was adept at social encounters, however, at times such as this, he had no issue allowing someone else's judgment.

He listened to Xavier's words, this was generally along the lines of praise that Nicholas had been expecting, of course, he took pride in his rather morbid art-work but then again he did go through slightly more effort than any canvas painter or would-be writer, as he wasn't as much of a fan of art as one of the other Coven members. He sat on the edge of the table to enjoy the dripping and still alive, albeit unconscious, artwork he had set up, he considered taking it down but then it would lose its...The edge he felt. He felt behind him, tapping on the table a few times until he finally managed to find the plate of the pastries, well what was left of them at any rate, and tucked back into them, taking sips of blood after every bite or so.

It took him a moment that there was dawn sunlight coming through a crack in the curtains, he eyed it suspiciously, it was not often that it would be a very sunny day but it seemed the normal man or woman or... Vampire on the street had lucked out today. He was drawn out of his daydreaming about sunlight and why he was running out of jam on pastry by Xavier asking him another question, 'He must be in a good mood today' he thought to himself.

He looked up from the last of his breakfast, both red and brown, then over to Xavier, then over to the window, then back to his food then finally back to his master. His first answer was a shrug and a wordless murmur that basically translated to 'I don't know' He finished the last of his food, placed the glass back down then spun around on his heels so that he could take in the whole room before making a more calculated decision. "Personally. I would like to go on the prowl, as my lust for blood has risen and I feel that something should be done about it. Maybe we could descend upon the local clinic or even the docks? Those always tend to get in good with the media around here." He nodded to the newspaper that Xavier had been previously reading.

"Either way, My Lord. I desire blood. And I think Luke does as well." Here in a quick fit of anger passed over him, and he booted the edge of the table, sending it crashing over to one side, plate and glass flying through the air to come to a rather sudden stop and looked at the newspaper, "When am I going to be able to get a good deal of slaughter around this damned empty town?!" he questioned angrily, but not loud enough to cause any unwanted attention.

He paused for a moment and breathed deeply which calmed himself rather well. "Of course it is your decision in the end. But that is just my opinion." he said rather coldly as he took a moment to calm himself down.

Xavier couldn't help but flash a smile at the honest reply from his associate. He'd seen wholesale slaughter before, and he'd be lying if he denied any fascination. However, there was one thought that came to them from when such an impulse reared its ugly head. "A poor Lord I would be for killing all the cattle in my territory. Perhaps a visit towards another holding this decade, not my cattle, not my subjects, not my problem." He answered much in the manner one would remark about the weather.

The fact that he'd only be able to gain by weakening one of his peers only made the thought more appealing-even if he no longer wished to continue the macabre dance of his kind.

"Tempting though it is to stop by a clinic, I do believe these days some paperwork is required." His lips curled at the idea of having to conform to such a lowly measure. After all, vampirically speaking he was essentially royalty. In Nova Scotia, there was no doubt that he was the eldest vampire, and on the North American continent, he knew of less than a dozen vampires that could claim four centuries of life. To say the least, it annoyed him to have to follow rules created by his 'cattle'

"Prowl if you like, short of a breach of the Six Traditions. I shall seek Torpor until this evening." Xavier finally recognized his use of older vampiric terms.

Torpor for one referring to his kinds deathlike imitation of sleep, it wasn't necessary but it conserved energy and allowed fantasy and memory to blend into something between a dream and a nightmare. As for the Six Traditions, those were once the ironclad laws of the vampire race concerning: Secrecy, Absolution of Dominion, the Right to Sire, Managing Progeny, Hospitality, and Destroying Fellow Vampires. With that Xavier lazily waltzed towards the door, but stopped to make one announcement.

"Actually, short of the Fifth (Hospitality) feel free to manage any potential complaints as my proxy. Any vagabond that dares to enter my realm without presenting themselves unto me, I shall punish them personally. Should you get the urge, I'll allow you two more of my herd. Two, and two alone, Nicholas. One for each of you. Lest I remind you..." he said, with a rather deep and almost guttural tone, far more so than usual.

Nicholas would have, if he was not restrained by his loyalty to his lord, would have more likely than not already have torn off, attempting to coat the streets of Bear Point in blood, literally painting the town red. As it was, Xavier's words of restraint managed to actually have some effect on the sadistic Vampire. Even though the mention of only one slaughter in a decade gave him no small sense of disappointment, he missed the 40's, he could get away with large amounts of murder then and hardly anybody gave it a second thought... For a few years at least.

He was aware that he was being given a small amount of freedom on his leash here. He gave a theatrical bow as his master walked out of the room, and gave it one last look over, 'perhaps simple murder shall have to substitute for slaughter, it would seem that I shall have to make due with the drippings then' Nicholas thought to himself and sighed with mock depression before himself exiting the building, and taking in a draught of crisp morning air. He wouldn't indulge his lust for bloodshed just yet, he was aware that he was given only a small lease to fill his gut for killing, so he would reserve them for any...Interlopers that were meddling in his lord's affairs. After all, until the evening he was acting not just as his right hand but now fully in his stead. There were some benefits to being the Vampire lords confidante.

As time had passed after Nicholas, and Xavier had abandoned the recent murder victims house, leaving Luke to do whatever it is that he wished, time had passed for the rest of the people in Bear Point. It was around noon on a Friday morning by now, as life in Bear Point had sprung to life, albeit not very many people spent their days in the small port town. And if they did, it was the locals as many people went out of town half the time, leaving it rather empty aside from the few that didn't exactly hate this reclused town tucked away on the coast of Canada.