A young man stayed back in the shadows of the alleyway, but even the darkness that surrounded him couldn't hide his pale glory. Curly Hair of the palest gold, almost white in the moonlight, brushed his shoulders. The pale strands tied back so that one could see that his ears were pointed like an elf, though he was human...once. He just like the exotic feel that they gave them when he was out and about among his prey. It wasn't like he needed it with skin as pale as death, his eye the darkest black that all vampire eyes turned to when they died. Though so that he didn't scare off his prey he morphed the color so that they just looked like the darkest blue before it turned to black.
Ezekiel was a vampire well into his thousandth year of life, maybe even a little bit older, though he only looked like he was in his mid twenties. He was 5'8" and lean with just a hint of muscle. He loved to wear lots of lace and tight leather pants with boots, but when he was out and about in public he toned down his wardrobe and went with simple tight jeans, and nice dress shirts. He always looked like he just stepped out of a Victorian age sex shop when he was up to his own devices. He was charming and held an undertone of seduction that he barely ever used to lure people to him.
Growing bored with the crowd around him he changed so that he was pure energy and with a thought traveled back to his mansion far out in the country. It was a skill that all vampires had and it only took but a moment for him to be home. There were only some myths about vampires that actually held true for them. Even now when Ezekiel past a mirror in the foyer one could barely see his reflection, in fact it was so faint that it wasn't even there. The younger and less power the vampire the more their reflection showed in the mirror. Since he was older and had time to collect immense amount of power he had no reflection to call upon, only his memory of what he looked like and photos that were painted of him.
Another myth that was correct was the fact that he hated the smell of garlic, but that was only because his sense of smell was stronger than most dogs. The myths that weren't true were sleeping in a coffin, burning in the daylight (though midday sun did hurt his eyes), silver, holy items, or even a church didn't affect him. Most myths were created by humans and vampires did nothing to stop them from spreading them. It wasn't like they cared if human were dumb enough to believe such things. Since vampires were able to change into pure energy they were also about to change their appearance and their shape into animal that they wanted.
Ezekiel, though many that were close to him called him Zeke, was an old soul. He was calm and collected, always holding tight reign over his emotions. He could be manipulative when he choose to be as well as cruel, but only when the mood suited him. Ezekiel had a long line of vampires that called him Sire, so he had to appear regal enough that his children wanted to follow him instead of kill him. For if his children fed off of his blood he would lose some of his power and they would gain more than him. It was invasive as hell, but his children got to rowdy it worked like a charm to keep them in line and make his power soar even higher.