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Dorjan

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Date Posted: 21:09:54 09/06/06 Wed
In reply to: Phoenix 's message, "Devil's Reject" on 23:42:55 08/26/06 Sat

((And I think I might have left the file for my codes at home. -.-' ))

The small gesture alerted Dorjan to the fact that perhaps he had hit the nail right on the head, so to speak, in the case of this young man. Usually one only got ruffled about something if it was too close to home to simply brush off. But, of course, this Pheonix was also young and the young tended to enjoy being angry about everything in general. Well... one didn't always have to be young to be mad about everything in general. Then again, Dorjan was 21 when he had been turned by his creator.

The vampire chuckled at the words that first left his mouth, shaking his head slightly. Rude, indeed. "My name, boy, is less important to you than my title. Which is even less important if you understand what I am, and in which case my place in society would be more important to you." He extended a pale hand in greeting, bowing his head slightly. "Lord Dorjan, son of Cale." Yes, he was testing this one to see if he knew of that line, of the direct line that Cale was the first holder in. Of course, there were few and far between that knew that little bit of juicy information, and a far cry more that simply knew Dorjan for his breeding achievements with slaves that mysteriously stopped less than a hundred years ago.

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