Thread: The not so perfect Southern Belle(Dingo & Panda)

Slade Mankiller, three words could sum him up. Rich, Powerful, and Mysterious. You see, Slade was only seen out and about at night and rarely in the day light, and when seen under light, people would swear he was ghastly. His features were calm, welcoming, even soothing, but the blue and grey hue of his skin wasn't normal. As a precaution, he went to several of the doctors in Georgia, knowing they would gossip about unusual patients, and all of them agreed he just had a skin disorder like reviatalygo but instead of going from black to white, he was going from, whatever normal color he was before, to this blue grey hue. Even though people had heard of him, they didn't know of him since he spent most of his time indoors and under moonlight. Some had even seen strange people come and go from his home at all hours of the day and night. Tonight however, they saw a black carriage drawn by four black horses, sworn to be nightmarish demons if seen wrong, leave his home. At the time, he looked young, barely out of his teens, but his eyes showed a different story of his age. A little imp, dressed up to look like an olden-ed butler sat across from Slade in the carriage as he ran his mouth off about different events in the world. England seems to have a serial killer on the lose, the imp stated. War or crime, its all serial killers to me, Slade said in a deep calm tone as he adjusted his clothing a bit. He was wearing a jet black suit, with a crimson colored vest on underneath it followed by a white puffy shirt underneath that as well. Stocks have risen in iron and copper, the imp sounded of again. Sell then, last I saw, this is their peak, in a day they will drop again. His hair was jest black and straight down a little past his shoulders and parted at his forehead to reveal his face. Tensions and drawing closer between the south and the north. Jezzel, how many times have I said I do not want to hear about politics, regardless if it leads to war, Slade stated as he slipped on white gloves to cover his skin that had strange runic markings on them along with the strange hue of his skin. Sorry sir, forgive me. Slade sighed and said, I am a crimson, not a blood hungry angry vampire, you know that. No need to say sorry for honest mistakes. Take note, if it will effect stocks, then tell me. If war breaks out, won't it effect stocks in cotton? Slade agreed. Fine, keep a note on this situation as well. Jezzel took the notes requested. Finally, tonight's dinner. I failed to see we weren't given an invitation. The first time, they expect you to come, curious about it. Then, they want you to plead for acceptance in large cash donations. They will give speeches about the honor it is to have you. Then, they will send the invitations because they expect the same donation each and every time. Southern Politics are not that different from the one in the North. Then that explains the suitcase you have, sir. Slade nodded as the carriage came up behind another and came to a stop, seeing some women out on the front already. Jezzel. Yes, sir? Found out about the woman there, Slade stated, looking over at Contessa. Something about her has a strange glance to it, one that I like. Slade's driver came around and opened the door for him and he got out. He put on his top hat and pulled out a cane, although neither was needed for him, he liked to have them around to put on the look he was presenting. Jezzel got out behind him with the suitcase and looked over at Contessa. If that is what you wish, sir, Jezzel finally stated about the woman, feeling something odd about the woman, not liking the feel at all and knowing he should report this to the elders that had him watching Slade. Slade went up the steps, stealing a glance at Contessa before being stopped at the door by a man he assumed was in charge of the dinner.