[hider=Current Appearance] [img]https://i.imgur.com/6BmU5px.png[/img] [/hider] Mammon quickened his pace just a little, drawing close to Margartet. "Don't look, but someone is following us." Then Vampora fell, and quick as a whip he raised his hand, forming it into a massive blade. Then, he gazed down at her. "Oh, it's you." He said, the blade forming back into a hand. He had met Vampora before, but didn't know her very well. "I thought it was another assassin. Are you just a stalker?" He asked, shaping himself into his default form. He was still tall, but with paler skin, his black hair messy in a cute way. His body was lean, but covered in lean, sleek muscle. He kneeled down beside her, offering to help her up as he gazed down at her with his ruby-red eyes.