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[h3][color=0072bc][i]Xen[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]Cerberus[/i]
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[url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/ce/3d/91/ce3d91f17269149e2339d56fe14f70a1--sea-art-pirate-ships.jpg]Ornate weaponry. Slightly pale face. Red eyes.[/url]
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Xen was returning to his quarters when he spotted Ivory fast asleep next to his door. Crumbs of Loro’s biscuits were scattered about the floor, and another could be seen peeking out of her bag. Xen reached in and grabbed it. Vampires got hungry for more than just blood, after all. He sunk his teeth into the familiar taste of rat blood. [color=0072bc][i]Delicious[/i][/color], he thought to himself as he opened the door. 

His room was full of artifacts from times past, decorated as regal as one would expect from a Captain’s Quarters. He put hung up his weapons and coat and pulled one of Celderon’s journals out of its pocket. He sat at his desk and ran his hands over the aged leather volume, bound pages sticking out at unequal lengths. It had been a long time since he left them in a shop, hoping to leave his old identity behind. He opened it up and slowly turned its pages, periodically pausing to channel flux through its pages and reveal glowing characters on an otherwise blank page. Ivory had just woken up and was peering inside the room...