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[h1][color=blue]Cassius Tenaroc[/color][/h1]

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Timberland boots thumped against the pavement as an individual came into Elyria, walking with a hand in his pocket and a briefcase. He was sporting his brown leather coat as he stared off to the lights of the city, displaying a smirk on his face [color=blue]So....this is Elyria the old man was talking about huh...people like me, so he says...[/color] the man said to himself.

Sniffing the air, he was trying to catch any scent of blood to see if the place lived up to it's expectations as he walked into the city, curiously look around for any activity that could lead him to making business. Alleys, bars, corners, warehouses...there were many choices he had. Hell...he was even a muscle for hire at one point. He was aware of the vampires that roamed the place but it was of no concern to him at the moment. He was there for business, not to stir up shit. 

Looking over, he watched some ladies in some skimpy outfits who were on there way, more than likely to a club, leaving Cassius to feel he need to follow and maybe if lucky, find some customers and get a taste of this city's snatch.