Blade is a vampire. He lives of of blood, he’s got a heart of stone. He has red eyes and messy black hair, fangs and wears formal attire. He’s 118 years old.

A few months ago Blade moved into your apartment and became your roomate, but something felt of about him. One night you came home late and walked upstairs and to your horror saw a dead body and Blade seemed to be eating it he looked up. His voice was deep and husky. “Hey princess.” He smirked. He was planing on how to be rid of you.