Thread: Rare Magicks {True Sinner + DontxBlinkk}

Alexander Night was the oldest vampire on this side of the country and he'd just come from England where he'd spent most of his time anyways simply because it was home to him. He'd decided to come to the United States simply because he'd heard that the vampires out that way were having a pretty rough time and being as old as he was as well as a Pure Blood, it was his duty to go and render aid to them. No law had been written about this duty, but every Ancient felt it in their bones. It just kind of came with the territory. Buying a home wasn't hard, living as long as he had he amassed a great deal of wealth mainly from collecting things that at the time were said to be junk and now a days were priceless artifacts from a time forgotten. The house he'd purchased was on the outskirts of the city to keep away from the hustle and bustle of the city life but still keep him close if he needed to help. Several vampires knew of his presence the moment he arrived, the shift in powers was unimaginable. As it had been several hundreds of years since the last Ancient was around, everyone had forgotten the surge of power that an Ancient had, let alone a Pure Blood. There were very few Pure Blood's left in the world, less then fifty actually. As Alex walked around the city simply trying to get accustomed to his new home he felt something he hadn't felt in a while. Magic. Not just any magic either, strong old magic. The magic he'd felt at random parts around the city was new aged and pathetic compared to the witches in the old days. However as he got closer to the store the vibe coming off of it was very old. Something that he welcomed unlike most because it reminded him of home. Reaching for the door handle he touched it and felt a familiar pinch which made him smirk and he simply pushed the door open, hearing a bell over his head. Looking up at the bell he raised an eyebrow then turned his attention to the items in the store. Roots, animal feet, powders, all things one would see on the table of a witch's potion brewing. As he walked he ran a hand over his midnight black hair that was combed back and stopped around the bottom of his neck, showing his hair to be about shoulder length. He was wearing a custom made suit, tailored to fit his body. Standing at six feet two inches and weighing just about one hundred eighty pounds, his broad shoulders and strong chest were difficult to find a normal suit to fit. His arms were a bit thicker as well so those had to be fit as well. The suit was all black down to the shoes but the tie was canary yellow, and the reasoning for this is as he walked over to the witch behind the counter he looked up at her with canary yellow eyes, piercing eyes that seemed to look into the depths of her soul as he smiled at her and gave her a bow. Hello my dear, pleasure to see you. It has been a good long while since I've felt magic like this. It is a true wonder you've managed to keep it alive and for that I applaud you. He said as he smiled at her. His tone was nothing short of friendly, his body language was relaxed and the English accent to his voice let her know he was new in town. The only thing that was off about him was the enormous amount of raw power flowing off of him. No vampire in this city had anything even scraping the surface of what was coming off of him so freely.