![]() Raysak Morbid Raysak wore work boots, a black wife beater shirt and pants with chains on them. His hair a little bit of a spiked up look. However; to the trained eye he was most certainly gay. Women, were of no interest to him at all. He had lost the his maker and brother some time ago and found himself in a new place. He was now here and walked into this club called Syn. It was scorching in here with so many bodies and by the smell of it some were human and quiet tempting but he moved to the bar and ordered a bloody mary. He then sat down on a bar stool and turned with his back leaning against the bar as he waited for his drink. His blue eyes watching the bodies dancing and grooving to the music. Perhaps he'd find a human to snack on. But that wasn't all he was here for of course. |