Mephisto’s Comments (group member since Dec 07, 2021)

Mephisto’s comments from the A.U Highschool group.

Dracula watched the person for a few more moments, then glanced further around the cemetery.

Dracula noticed someone appearing in the cemetery.

Eventually, Count Dracula sat down on a bench by some random graves. He glanced around the moonlit cemetery.

"Am I?" Apollyon responded with a mildly amused tone.

Name: Boris.
Age: Unknown. One would have to ask him.
Species: Vampire.
Personality: Take one look at this horrifying, hideous monstrosity, and you'll think he must be the most evil, most dangerous vampire in the world, your worst nightmare. But shockingly, Boris is good-hearted, one of the gentlest vampires to ever exist. While he himself may not be attractive, his personality is, and he is quite charming with a great sense of humor and wit. He does have some very creepy habits and occupations (including playing pranks that involve using his monstrosity to scare people), but he is quite harmless and has no desire to harm anyone. There is one exception, however---the only time he is truly dangerous is when he is defending himself from danger, or protecting someone else. Then he turns into a deadly weapon, a real monster. Unless you are his enemy, Boris is a vampire you may want to have around---he makes a great bodyguard and makes for great company.
Appearance:
Boris is a rather big man, tall, heavy, big-boned, muscular, and even fat as well. His grey hair is longer than portrayed in the pictures---it comes down to the bottom of his shoulder blades. Sometimes, he likes to creep around in a hunched-over position, which conceals just how big he really is. But when he stands up straight, his size startlingly becomes evident.









Other: While he is a vampire and a count with a haunted mansion, he is not the original Count Dracula. He is, however, a very good friend of Dracula.

Once he had drained the cat of all its blood, Count Dracula was satisfied. Dropping the cat, he continued on his walk.

Apollyon helped himself to more whiskey.

At one point, Dracula spotted a feral cat and chose that as his meal of blood. Sneaking silently up on it, he snatched it up with a low snarl and sunk his fangs into it, drinking its blood.

Apollyon downed his second drink.

"Mmm. A demon loves his alcohol." Apollyon helped himself to another serving.

"Of course." Apollyon downed his drink.

Apollyon handed her one goblet and took the other.

Dracula stopped at one point, glancing around, then resumed walking ominously on.

Apollyon poured whiskey into each of the goblets.

Apollyon smirked before conjuring up two golden goblets. He pointed at the ground, and they appeared suddenly.

"Do you want me to conjure up cups, or do you want us to drink after each other?"

Apollyon sat down.

"Don't mind if I do."

Apollyon took the bottle from her, twisted the lid off, and handed her back the bottle.

Apollyon walked up to her.