I like blondes, but tend to keep away from the human ones… especially when they can’t keep their noses out of business that clearly isn’t any of theirs. Her interest are apt to get killed one day, not that I care.



Seems like a decent bloke. I don’t know him well, but I’ve always enjoyed the company of demons. Plus, I think he’s one of the few men in this city that could match me in a drinking contest.



Handsome, well-dressed, ambitious… hell, it’s basically like looking in a mirror. What can I say? He’s my best mate, and has been for a few lifetimes. He runs things above ground while I, well, he’s the only one outside of my force that knows what I really do.



Jokes aside, I don’t have much to say about this one. She has a nice enough voice, good background music when drinkin’ at the pub.



Yeah, I don’t like cops. Three guesses as to why. She seems like one of the better ones though, probably smokes pot on her days off. While she isn’t really my type, I’d be up for a little roleplay session. “I’ve been a real bad boy, Officer!”



Another demon, yeah, this city is crawling with them - most are, what better places to rustle up some chaos? Viking Metal is my genre of choice, naturally, and Cloak of Shame is among the best metal bands London has to offer.



He did my latest tattoo, the eagle on my shoulder here. Great work, in all honesty. I’ll definitely be going back to him for my next piece.



That accent almost makes the drinks taste bad. Drop dead gorgeous though, so it’s always worth the visit. I wonder what she’s like in bed, hopefully quiet.



The vampires in this city pretty much all know of each other. I like her spicy personality, should get to know her even better. I’m sure we’d be chums in no time.



I’ve had my eye on this one. Many of my men went from rags to riches under my employ. Hopefully he’ll accept my offer, I always have use for a man who knows his way around the streets. Plus, I know he has junkie friends.



Blood, Booze, and Tea. Those are the beverages of choice listed in order of importance. Mr. Mordekai makes takes care of the third every morning before I head to the lab. The real lab, in Redbridge. Just to clarify...



Listen, I’m all for doing whoever you please. But the kids these days with their LGBTXYZ alphabet-soup personalities! Honestly, is that a man? A woman? Don’t confuse me like that, mate! I don’t want to have to guess about what’s in your trousers...



Not because he wasn’t good, no. Faeries just smell like pudding. Delicious… irresistible pudding. I’m glad I didn’t fang out and devour him then, that would have totally blown my cover. I’m not looking to pack up and change my name again, London suits me. I keep my distance from this kid for both our sakes, even though one of my men is his dealer.



That isn’t all I know about her. Alistair told me about her. She is playing Mum to London’s Youngest Vampiress. Too cute.



Though, I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting this one.



Pothead kids are a dime a dozen around here, but I can’t complain. Business such as his pays from my morning cuppa from Andrew, every little bit counts!



A cop and a werewolf. I’ll keep my distance, wouldn’t want him shedding on my new Kiton… or sniffing about my rear.



I don’t know much else about her. Smells human, but possibly a witch. You get a keen eye for picking things like that out when you’re this old.



That’s a lie. I think she’s adorable… but definately creepy. It’s hard to believe that she’s as old as she is, with the bouncing around and primary school bit. She definitely livens up Alistair’s cliché abode, though… well, I’m not sure livens up is the right phrase, given that neither of them are really alive.



There she is, London’s Youngest Vampiress. Pretty as a peach, she is. Alistair gave her a few pointers on “Vamp life”. I wouldn’t mind giving her a pointer or two myself. In due time...



I met the Sphinx when he moved in a few blocks down. He’s one of my best paying customers, though he doesn’t know that he is essentially buying the stuff from me. What can I say? Anonymity is everything to me and, though he’s always fun to party with, I don’t know that I can trust him just yet - especially if the blimey bastard think the Egyptian gods are better than the Norse, that’s some fine coke yer snortin’, mate!



Is that the girl who works with Andrew? Or is she from the other shop… I can’t remember.



Judging from the pentagram jewelry and thick cloud of incense about her, I’m pegging this one as a witch too. That, or she’s a human wannabe witch. I don’t know what would be worse...



What can I say? Classical music is the only vampire cliché I indulge. Okay… maybe it’s not the only one. That’s, that’s beside the point! She’s lovely. A bit curious that she doesn’t speak, what’s that about? Maybe it’s just part of her stage persona...



I don’t know her well, I’ve just seen her and all her freckles at the grocery store once or twice.



I don’t know him other otherwise. Gods, man, were you even trying to look good?



This stranger is surprisingly attractive.



Some vampires are just a hoot to be around, and he’s one of them. I’ve never seen him mope about what he is, unlike most ‘monsters’, and I adore his “grab life by the balls” attitude. I’m glad we’re neighbors, and friends.



I’d rather make a meal of her than be served one by her. Very pretty girl, woefully human.



That’s not true. I’m just not a fan of “God’s warriors”. I miss the days of old, when the gods displayed their power and might by walking among men. Angels are nothing but egotistical pricks.



What? I’m not lying, I really don’t know her. Should I?



He’s too young and far too cocky to be a good lawyer. And no, I’m not anti-lawyer by any means. In my line of work, you need to have a few friends that know their way through and around the law. How do you think I get my fake papers every few years? Maybe if I get arrested locally and need help in a pinch - which could happen, admittedly - I’ll use my phone call to ring him. How could you not remember that number, what with the annoying jingle the telly plays on his commercial… all the more reason to not watch the telly.



She’s easy on the eyes, too bad she’s not a lust demon.



I can't pretend to know what it's like do be a Dhampire. It seems gods awful, I can't believe Ali managed to bring kids like him into the world. Weak, sickly creatures... I hope I haven't made any! Shit... I should be more careful. Anyway, there are those who know how to party, and those who take it too far. I'm sure you can guess where this bloke falls on that spectrum.