Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191020115318/@comment-30014014-20191020140447

A long, purple cape sliding on the side.

A white mantle in the shape of a regal suit.

An amethyst jewel tucked away in a sleeve close to the chest.

A deathly mask concealing his entire head. Its shape is that of a skull embedded by a thinner plate of metal, forsaking to hide the cheek bones.

Gloves sheltering his hands the same color of the mask, a dull silver.

Thus he moves from the cart, welcomed to a bowing vampire of old. HIs expression, as expected, in indiscernible, as well are his movement, hiding any spec of humanity behind his aWe are all anottire.

"Of course, of course..." Moving his hand from his cape that hid it, the man gestures dismissively "You don't need to bow to me. We are all anonymous in this festival".