Lucete

"Aww c'mon, pleaaaase- do it for *me*?~"

A young boy with long tufts of thick, inky hair strolls hazily along a tranquil city street- returning from a night out on one of the more "questionable" sides of town. It's a peaceful scene to be sure, the moon isn't out to guide the way, but the little dimly-incandescent paper lanterns adorning the windows of shops and homes alike are more than happy to pick up some of the slack. The bottom portions of his cosplay uniform are covered with splotches of a syrupy crimson liquid, a noticable iron-heavy scent wafting up from the garment. "God...the guy didn't have to bite so hard. Sure, it's kinky, I get that. But he actually made me bleed! Like, more than once too. I'm gonna have to figure out how to wash this without mom finding it too, ugh, that's gonna be fun." he comments, rolling his eyes whilst streching out the lower portions of his dainty schoolgirl outfit.

Not too long after the boy comes to a halt just outside of an unseeming brick house- the lights in the windows run dark. "Lucky! They're asleep!" He hurriedly breaks for the side-door past a meticulously cared-for garden of sprightly azaleas and rhododendrons; before quickly reaching into his navy blue skirt to fetch a jingling array of keys. He swiftly rifles through them, squinting in the blackness to find the one that reads "GRFX1"- the house key. "Ah, there it is!" he exlaims to himself, before hurriedly clasping both hands over his mouth. "Stupid, stupid, I'm so stupid!" the boy chides himself inside his mind, then dextrously sliding the key into the door and turning it right until an assuring *click* pops from within. The cosplayer would ease open the door, which didn't creak *too much* for any concern, gingerly sliding it shut and turning the lock backwards. Without any more delay, the boy stealthily slinks upstairs and into a rather typical bedroom for a highschool kid. There- he cunningly stashes the outfit into a few loose floorboards that seem to pull upwards with some effort when tugged on. The boy, his body bare now, promptly flops onto his bed; curling up into a blanket-burrito inside those inviting sheets- and effortlessly passes on into slumber. Spent.

Birds are chirping some hours later, singing their lulling songs without a care in the world, a beam of light breaks through the window and dares to peek through boy's grey curtains- caressing his soft cheek. "Hmm....?......Burning....?...Wait, ow, OW, OWWW!!!" he yells in surprise, scrambling to his knees atop his bed; curling into the corner against the wall. His heart's racing, blood suddenly surging as his blissful rest is cut short and brought to the intensity of wakefulness in the span of mere seconds. The boy's eyes desperately flit around the room, searching guardedly for anything that could've harmed him. He's alone. "But then how?..." he asks, puzzled, in a gentle girlish tone; then noticing little wisps of ashen smoke tumbling about in the air just above where he was lying a moment ago. "But there's no fire!" He muses to himself, curiousity and uneasiness building within his chest. The boy reaches towards his nighstand to grab his phone lying atop it, he isn't even sure what time it is. Grabbing the device however, he quickly notices the milky skin on his arm begins to turn grey and black and charred. The same, lava-like *boiling* pain just a few minutes ago now resurging through him. "Fuck!! Oh my god!!" he screams in agony, retracting his arm in a flash along with the phone.

The skin on his arm is orangey-red and flaring, just like when you blow on couple of hot coals and send a resurgance of scorching heat throughout them. Some moments later, it comes to a cool. Darkening to a mottled grey before coming alive and surging back over the boy's arm with a small wave of his same, milky skin. Back to normal, just like before. "What the....what's happening to me?..." the boy glares wide-eyed at his arm in awe. It's there alright. "But...how?" he peers over at his phone, two glowing emerald eyes beaming back at him in the black reflection of the screen. The boy raises his eyebrows pensively, picking up the phone and holding it in front of his face. They're his, these smoldering eyes are his. And actually- if he swishes his tongue around just a bit, his mouth feels much more full. The boy opens his cute lips with an unceremonious "ahhh~" and peers back towards the phone. Two ivory, needle-like, pointed *fangs* protrude out mockingly from atop his gums.

...

One posting atop an obscure website for anime and manga fanclub meetups reads: "Lucete! Age 18! Cutest "girl" and vampire you'll ever meet! Let's get along well, okay?~"

Quick stats:

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Vampire (formerly human)

Powers: Regeneration, gaining physical power from the ingestion of blood, creation of new vampires (if he wills it), sprouting wings (flying).

Weaknesses: Sunlight, stakes, crosses, holy incantations. He's only a new vampire, sure- he's more powerful than any regular human. But he's by no means invincible.

Height: 5 feet 5 inches

Extra info: Lucete's not a malicious boy who means anyone harm by any stretch of he imagination, he's just more concerned with lewd activities and mischief. The boy revels in "getting away" with crossdressing and other misdeeds because of the thrill and rush it gives him to disobey his otherwise pretty controlling parents. Also- there *might* be a soft side beneath all of that troublemaking.

Relationships(*Indicates a canon relationship):

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