Working man [Open to multiple]

[vlad_dracul]

Once Dracula learned that the soil of this land would give him sleep, he set to work. He had no desire to become involved in the conflict between ROMAC and the rebels, particularly with such scant information. Fortunately, his actual needs were simple. He needed blood, easily supplied by the rats and vermin of the city. He also needed a place to sleep. Well, sleeping in a coffin, even one occupied, was something he had done before, when necessary.

He preferred a comfortable house or apartment, though. For that, he needed money. He had a small bit of gold in the lining of his jacket, a holdover from more dangerous times, but selling the gold would probably draw more attention than he wanted. Dracula needed a way to earn some honest money. He refused to stoop to crime, especially theft, which he despised. Fortunately, this city, even more than others, had a criminal underbelly willing to cater to those in need of new identities. After earning a small amount of money doing odd jobs, Dracula was able to get enough identification to get a job...at least in places that didn't check backgrounds too carefully.

Now, Dracula is gainfully employed as a bouncer at Wilmot's End. His job includes breaking up fights, preferably before they begin, and making sure minors don't sneak up onto the second floor. Dracula goes back and forth between the floors, making sure the clientele can see him clearly. Wilmot's End has a reputation for not tolerating trouble and Dracula has not hurt that reputation at all. He wears the uniform of black jeans and a black button up shirt well. It's an easy job and Dracula rather enjoys it, even if it is somewhat menial. Ah well. He's developing a solid reputation and gets along with most people.

Even on busy nights, Dracula tries to find time to talk with the clientele. The more they know him and the friendlier the relations are, the easier it is to get people to listen and cooperate. He's always willing to chat for a bit.

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[last_of_shadows]

"The Galactic Empire. Palpatine's Empire! The Empire that will rise again!"

"And as far as I'm concerned..." a small cylinder fell into his hand, as if from nowhere, "you're just dead rebel scum, magician."

And a brilliant red blade flashed into light. Because pride, and purpose, spoke louder even than hunger.

[vlad_dracul]

Dracula doesn't move, but he's suddenly ready to fight. He shakes his head.

"Empires rarely recover, once they fall. Your empire does not exist here and never did. Do you not understand? This is not your world."

Dracula eyes the blade warily. He can feel the heat of it, even from this distance.

[last_of_shadows]

"It exists now."

And then he moves. Faster than any human ever could. Inhuman, supernatural speed, leaping towards Dracula and bringing the lightsaber up in an arc that would cleave a person from hip to the opposite shoulder.

[vlad_dracul]

Fortunately, Dracula can move fast too and he manages to grab onto the lightsaber, halting it's path while it is embedded in his stomach. He lets out a hissing keen of agony, but his grip is like steel. He glares, his eyes burning red, even as the vampiric gore of his body drips and bubbles on the lightsaber.

"You stupid fool," Dracula snarls, knocking the lightsaber away with an angry blow. "I should rip your head from your shoulders."

[last_of_shadows]

The lightsaber flew away, shutting off. But a quick pull with the force brought it back to his hands, igniting again with a snap-hiss.

"Nice trick, magician," he replies, settling into a defensive stance. "Bet if I separate that ugly face from the rest of you that you'll die like the rest, though."

[vlad_dracul]

Dracula smiles, his eyes still blazing red. The anger hasn't faded, but he's in control of it.

"Are you certain?" Dracula asks, his voice light and amused. "Stab wounds such as you just inflicted are generally fatal."

[last_of_shadows]

Under the mask, so does Gavin.

"Not as often as I'd like - but there's one way to find out, isn't there?"

And, using the force, he flings the lightsaber at his opponent, swinging in a rapid circle that one would rather like to avoid.

[vlad_dracul]

Dracula again dissolves, becoming mere dust particles in the night air. He drifts upwards, into the branches of the trees, before taking again the form of a man.

"Well, we could do that, if you hadn't missed. However, being decapitated is messy and inconvenient, though fortunately not fatal. I do have a work shift to complete, after all."