Long black tresses of ebony hair flowed down past his shoulders, some loose strands falling before his eyes and a careful hand lifted them from out of his view. His irises were a deep red, they seemed to resonate with a strange crimson hue, was it merely a glimmer of the moonlight bouncing of his eyes, or were they luminescent? His skin was as white as snow, yet he prefered moving in the shadows, which he taken to find himself to be led to this building. As he stepped into the light of the street lamp, his body being seen for a mere second, his skin as pure and white as snow. His face perfectly semetrical and pristine, he seemed to be in his youth, and it looked as some odd skin disease had taken effect upon him.
The man stood at the aproximate height of 6`1, his body was an unknown weight, but he seemed quite thin, fragile, yet unbeknownst he could lift more then Mr. World. His body was garbed in a light red shirt, it had quite many folds running acoss it, and the sleeves went down to his wrists, the cuffs off his sleeves tightening about them. The sleeves were quite baggish by the lower arms, but then tightened back around his upper arm and made a strange seven like shape by his shoulder. They seemed to like a '7'. The collar was open, revealing the same pale tones of his chest, but one could vividly make out the edges of his pectoral musclles, but only the top were revealed, before the collar closed up like a 'V'.
Loose black and somewhat expensive denim pants wrapped to his hips, he dressed in style tonight like usual, it wasn't a strange occasion. His shoes were classy black dress shoes, but unpolished, they showed some wear due to moderate age, but were well taken care of. As he stepped up unto the sidewalk under the streetlmap, his hands reached into his shirt pocket, and lifted out a pair of thin sunglasses which he set over his nose, and the ends resting behind his ears, to keep his strange red eyes from being noticed.
As he pushed open the door and made his great entrance, he beamed a smile at the woman who approached him and asked him how many would be dining tonight. He gave a soft, serene reply, his voice flowing with a deep french accent, yet holding a sort of tranqulity and inner peace which most lacked. "I'm most assuredly by myself tonight, but if you'd give me a table for two madame I would be quite pleased, I would like one of the darkest and quietest corners." His smile was infectious, and she seemed lost in his looks to not to have seeemd to have notice his pale skin.
But if she did, he settled it with giving her a quick thought to her mind, making her quite weak mind, to think that he most likely had a skin disease. Now that was settled, she led him to a table for two, not seeming to mind the onlooking eyes. Finally stopping at the table where two fine candles in silver decorative candle holders rested upon a small table in the darkest corner of the room. He sifted the scent to his two nostrils of the two burning candles, inhaling the fragrance of vanillia. A smile carved across his seemingly perfect features, as the waiter asked what he would like to have tonight, he replied in his same placid manner, without even looking at the menu she had set down before him. He asked for a bottle of red wine, which he recently aquired a taste for. She nodded and went to get his order, while he sat down into the chair and pressed his back into the sturdy supports. He hadn't invited anyone, but he was sure sometime tonight, there would be someone in the chair across from him in the small table. Off in the background could be heard a song; the Moonlight Sonata..
