Rorian wandered through the halls, his ears hung low from exhaustion. He had been wandering around for hours, ignoring everyone he passed. The manor was quite large, almost a mile in diameter, and the rest of the grounds covered nearly 200 acres. The land surrounding the property was heavily guarded, many enemies wished to step foot on this ground, but few rarely made it over the great river. Looking up at the cieling as he walked, he made his way to his room. The cieling was almost 12ft from the floor, and it was only the first floor of the four story estate. The family that had taken him in were very wealthy, but he didn't care for these things. They had given him a roof, food, water, and a nice warm bed. Not to mention, the constant love and admiration that came from them all. For you see, he was gifted. Gifted in only a way that his kind could, the gift of foresight. Because of him, they're clan name had echoed across the corners of the earth, and everyone now knew of there existence and power. Ofcourse, this came at a price. He would live forever, because he was the only one with this gift, he was cursed with immortality, at the young age of 24. He was handsom man, almost beautiful if seen in the right light. His skin was fair, his hair fell to his jawline, colored a deep blue. He stood about 5'10" and weighed in around 140 lbs. He had kept his gorgeous figure through constant tension. He kept his body at a higher temperature to contue the burning of fat, and the constant energy supply that he himself created kept his body solid with muscle as well. He laid back upon the silk sheets of his bed and stared at the cieling. Pictures could be found there, of his old life, of his old family, and many other memories. He smiled softly, remembering back upon happier times, back whenever things were simpler, before he was cursed. His mother and father were noble people, filled with respect and honor, but most of all love. They had raised him to be a fair man, atleast for the time he was with them, and he would hold onto they're values for the rest of his life. He then rose, and stood, stretching as he did. After yawning softly, he wandered to the window and looked out across the grounds. The sun was just setting, and casting bright colors through the clowds as it prepared to rest it's flaming figure for the night. He loved that sky, and quickly pulled a camera from his dresser and snapped a picture. He brought the camera down from his face, and soon noticed he was smiling. It had been a long time since he truly smiled, instead of simply faking it. He then placed the camera back upon the dresser and left his room. He knew around this time that the temperature would drop a bit, which meant prime conditions for a good hearted jog. Still smiling, he walked towards the small changing room at the back of the house, which was meant just for the occasion. After changing, he continued out a bit further to the beginning of his route. It started at the forest and continued for 5 miles to return back to the very spot he was standing. He sighed softly, collecting himself for a moment and feeling the muscles in his legs loosen for the long road ahead. He needed to be loose for this run, it wasn't for fitness, it was a stress reliever. As he started his jog, his mind began to wander to the people of the estate. Every one of them were Vamipres, he knew this from the very beginning. What was suprising was how different they were from the movies, before he was taken in he had never even seen one. He knew they existed, but always expected them to be how they were in the movies. He laughed softly to himself, thinking about how wrong hollywood was. They were idiots, just like the rest of the world. The main family consisted of 24 members. Most were mainly at the manor, others lived in other houses around the grounds, but then ofcourse there were the other families that lived across the land. The nobles that the head of the main family had chosen to live amongst them. There were many other species living on the land, and Rorian had never actually taken the time to meet any of them. He normally kept to himself, he was normally left to himself, besides the normal events that were called to his attention from time to time. Pushing the thoughts aside, Rorian quickly refocused on the path ahead of him, looking down at the past tracks, and counting each one as he went. He reached 903 before he finally decided to take a break. He decided to stop at the edge of the waterfall, and take a swim. The water would feel good on his body, and give it a must needed rest.