Victor - Male - Ventrue (Vote)

His once dark hair had started turning dirty blond, while his once pure chocolate-like brown eyes had begun to have a slight glisten of blue in them, not to mention the sharp pointed fangs, but as a vampire, that was probably to be expected. However, what Victor did not expect to see was, in fact, his body gaining more muscle mass than he would have ever expected, and it's not like he was weak or fragile in any way; it's just that he went from looking like a normal person who worried about their health to a professional sports player.

Victor slicks his hair back and sighs heavily as he wraps the dirty towel that hung near the worn-down showerhead and sits down in front of his computer and logs in to his new computer using the passcode "sunrise" that was written right next to the laptop. "I swear this is the last time I ever listen to a friend asking to go for a night out." Victor said as he grumbled while making sure to get rid of any and all pointless spam emails before stumbling upon actual important emails.

Going through his drawers, Victor pulls out a pocket notebook along with a little map of the area that he had gotten his sire's name written on back when he was still human and didn't know about any of this vampire business or that anything other than humans actually lived in this world and lets out a sigh as he reminisces on simpler times.

Looking through his closet, Victor felt the utter compulsion to destroy almost all his clothes as he looked through everything in his closet and eventually came out with the only outfit his body seemed even remotely fine with wearing, which was whatever remained of his bachelor outfit after having to burn whatever he could that he just didn't feel right leaving, knowing full well what he did with it.

Once he finished destroying all his clothes besides his one and only outfit, Victor began puking at the mere thought of such devastating pieces of cloth having ever touched his body as he wondered just what the heck was up with his new body for it to act like this from something he used to wear with pride, and some of them he even saved up for just to get the chance of seeing, let alone actually getting.

"Look at you, you utter filth and trash, and you know it! I mean, what kind of man allows himself to be thrown into such a chaotic world just because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants!?" Victor shouted at himself, full of bitterness, anger, and resentment for his past self for basically ruining his life as both a vampire and as a human with his own choices.

Going through the remainder of his apartment, Victor can smell blood, both fresh and some old. The fresh blood smell seemed to be coming from his fridge, and opening it up, he sees that apparently the blood bags he had were A+ grade blood, which didn't really make sense on how blood can be categorized like beef, but after thinking back to when he was being trained by the biker guy, he remembers how devoid of anything the old homeless man's blood seemed to be, with the only thing Victor felt besides the small blood was utter shame.

Walking through his door and checking the potted plant next to him that for some reason seemed to literally be gleaming like a billion suns and wouldn't stop still, he grabbed the key. Victor realized it was a spare for the apartment right next door to him, which didn't have much of anything inside other than the faint smell of blood along with what seemed to be someone's best attempt to hide it, given the somewhat still lingering chemical smell.

The best thing, however, had to possibly be the "How to Shoot for Dumbasses" book he found lodged somewhat hidden between the broken cabinet doors, and honestly, there's no way to know if they broke from whatever caused the blood smell or if the apartment was so shit and worn down that this was just a natural course for the place.

Checking the bathroom Victor steals all the medicine from the medicine cabinet and the "Rolex" that was inside the trash can for some reason and begins to place it on his hand. "I will never understand what goes through some people's minds sometimes... probably anger since this is a fake and seems to have stopped working given how I can't see or hear any ticking." After realizing the thing was broken, he takes it off and begins to slip it into his pants as he heads down the hallway and comes across a free paper from one of his ever-so-gracious neighbors.

"Well, damn." The man says as he reads the front page on the gruesome **** that was found on the pier just this morning, probably when Victor was getting shipped over here, but whatever, that doesn't really have anything to do with Victor, and he'd very much rather not have to deal with anything that can turn anyone into... well, something like that!

Before he walks through the door, Victor makes sure to check through his mailbox and finds, thankfully, nothing inside other than some money sent by the bastard who sent him here. "This shit isn't even worth a quarter of what I need!" Victor groans to himself as he pockets the envelope and makes his way outside, just as some poor homeless man practically pounces on him for some spare change.

Without even saying a word, Victor gives the poor man fifty bucks as he drains him of almost all his blood, as he needed to fill up the rim of his maximum blood storage or whatever was making him feel somewhat empty, even if he was barely missing any blood. And Victor would be damned if he used up whatever blood he had in his fridge to top off!

"Thanks for the snack." Victor said in a somewhat mocking tone to the passed-out homeless man, who began to soil himself as he looked to be higher than a kite, possibly because he might have just taken some ****, and Victor most likely sped up the process for the high he was waiting for.

Walking down towards the street, Victor sees a trail of blood, and when he reaches the street outside, he sees a man just barely drag himself towards the really nice-looking hotel suite besides his own that also seemed to be home to some sort of pawn shop, which was Victor's first stop of the night since he was in **** need of some cash, as the remaining $2000 he had wasn't going to cut it anymore.

Immediately upon entering the store, Victor is met with the stupid metal gate door that someone had previously left open and practically smacked Victor in the face, as the pothead running the stand just didn't seem to care about anything and was totally content with his customers being hit like a racquetball. Taking a few deep breaths, Victor manages to reclaim his cool as he heads into the main little box of the store.

As an ex-business student, Victor was easily able to get more money than his little pill bottles and books for dumbasses were worth, but what really made it worthwhile was the fact this "Trip" fella was running an illegal gun shop as well, and with Victor's sense of money and natural and possibly enhanced charisma, he managed to get the gun with about two full rolls of ammunition for the tiny little thing.

A/n: Should Victor try to collect Business like Pokémon? Let me know and well pick up from there next time: https://strawpoll.com/XOgOVE1ran3