[center]    [i][color=00a99d][b]~Orpheus~[/b] [/color][/i]

  Orpheus was at the grand piano hall. He kept all the curtains shut, and only four candles would illuminate the room, one at each corner, and the dim light from his cigarrette hanging lazily from his lips, as he walked slowly around the room, gazing at the Royal Family's portraits that hung all around the walls. His right hand in his pocket, holding firmly his watch, the other one dancing around like a maestro's hand would, pointing at each portrait as he slowly walked past them. 

[color=598527]"Dead, dead, and.. dead." [/color]

He then retrieved his cigarette from his mouth with his index and middle finger, and turned his point to his chest. 

[color=598527]"Dead for sure."[/color]

 Orpheus smirked and proceeded to take the glass of wine that was resting on the grand black piano; with circular motions he let the wine move in swirls, and drank a mouthful of it. Although a cynical man, he did not think of his immortality as a curse. He enjoyed being a dark undead loner; to him, it was a gift, an eternity of drinking, smoking and hating the world without any consequence. [i][color=598527]Well, as long as you are smart dark undead loner.[/color][/i] He thought to himself. [/center]