Draegan Lutrov
Well-Known Member
- Messages
- 51
- Wand
- Yew/Ebony mix 14 3/4" Core of Acromantula Web
- Age
- 3/1971
The night was a beautiful thing, in the eyes of the beholder. However, in the pale blue eyes of Draegan, that was so much different. Everything had a beginning, and everything had an ending. Everyone needed some light in their life, knowing that they would soon perish and they were so afraid of that. Draegan loved seeing the light and life leave the eyes of his victims, all while under the cover of being a Priest. Draegan was not any normal Priest. He had a daughter, killed her mother because of an Unbreakable Vow, a small little loophole. After Coventia was born, the woman could have no more kids, and that was what the vow had in there, another child or two. She ended up dying and Draegan was free. He had been free ever since, sinking his teeth in pleasurable women that were fond of his company, before he ended up killing them the moment they wanted commitment. He had not done that often, however he had a long break between each killing. It was rather enchanting that he was wanted in so many different places. Well, not really wanted, but the deaths he made were rather gruesome and made the front pages of newspapers. That and he was a rather great supporter of the Death Eaters, knowing quite a few but never becoming one of them. He never worked well with others. He had only worked well with a few others, which were all related to him. He knew them all and felt like he knew them.
Draegan was now in the Leaky Cauldron, where many other shady creatures lurked in the shadows. Lightning flashed across the skies, shining in the windows, only lightening this place up faintly by a few seconds, before returning back to the dim, candlelit state. Draegan stirred the goblin-made wine in the glass, and he murmured to the bartender. "Interesting a storm brewing," Draegan's voice echoed softly, purring and soothing, causing some hairs to rise on the back of necks. Draegan smirked over at the bartender whom just murmured, "I suppose so, Lutrov." Draegan nodded once, and he sipped the glass of wine. His black lips sipped and sipped, allowing the red wine go through his mouth and throat, soothing the muscles. He smirked and he noticed that the Leaky Cauldron seemed almost full. He was the most frightening looking person there, though with a smile on his face. His face was painted white it seemed, but that was just how pale his skin was. His eyes were shining a blue hue, dark circles around his eyes as he associated himself with the Dark Arts. His nails were painted black as well, covered with little metal claws for each hand. His long coat covered his black shirt and pants, his boots tall and reaching his knees. He merely sat, but his blue eyes went over to the side, seeing a lovely woman step in, and the corners of his lip curled into a wicked, devious grin. Oh Draegan was liking what he was seeing.
Draegan was now in the Leaky Cauldron, where many other shady creatures lurked in the shadows. Lightning flashed across the skies, shining in the windows, only lightening this place up faintly by a few seconds, before returning back to the dim, candlelit state. Draegan stirred the goblin-made wine in the glass, and he murmured to the bartender. "Interesting a storm brewing," Draegan's voice echoed softly, purring and soothing, causing some hairs to rise on the back of necks. Draegan smirked over at the bartender whom just murmured, "I suppose so, Lutrov." Draegan nodded once, and he sipped the glass of wine. His black lips sipped and sipped, allowing the red wine go through his mouth and throat, soothing the muscles. He smirked and he noticed that the Leaky Cauldron seemed almost full. He was the most frightening looking person there, though with a smile on his face. His face was painted white it seemed, but that was just how pale his skin was. His eyes were shining a blue hue, dark circles around his eyes as he associated himself with the Dark Arts. His nails were painted black as well, covered with little metal claws for each hand. His long coat covered his black shirt and pants, his boots tall and reaching his knees. He merely sat, but his blue eyes went over to the side, seeing a lovely woman step in, and the corners of his lip curled into a wicked, devious grin. Oh Draegan was liking what he was seeing.