[b]Edward Von Brahms[/b]
The dragon lord looked handsome regal at this party. . . A party of rich socialites, dilettantes and philanthropists. His life as a reclusive wealthy man was going well. Pretending to be an "ordinary" but wealthy man was a plan that did him well. Managing to be subtle was hard at first, but after a year he had gotten a strangle hold on keeping low key. So Edward Von Brahms stood there in his tux flirting with girls who looked to be around his age. His monstrous strength was somehow attractive to them even they had no way of knowing his supernatural powers. Suddenly however, one of the men and other guests appeared to be somewhat sick for a moment, making strange low humming groans. . . they burst from their disguises as monstrous, demonic looking creatures, stereotypical horns, arched back, with the curved, flexible wings, and they began to terrorize the party. Edward noticed people throughout the party running in panic and terror. Some just stood in curiosity, shock and awe. The splatter of blood covering the floors in the ball room was enough to make men sick to witness, but Edward immediately took action. Seizing one of the demons by the horns, he tore them off easily. "You have made a grevious error".