WHO: Eddie Castile and OPEN WHAT: A few drinks with Lydia WHEN: Saturday night WHERE: A bar WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Eddie was, first and foremost, a Guardian. As a dhampir and as a guy, he hadn't really had any choices, unless he'd wanted to escape into the human world and hide what he was for the rest of his life. Thankfully, the Guardian lifestyle had been a good fit with Eddie, and he was happy with his life as it was.
So when he came into the bar in this strange place he didn't understand, his eyes flicked around from corner to corner, taking in everything in the way that Guardians were trained to do. After deciding that it was safe - for now, anyway - he took a seat towards the back where he could monitor the door. These were not conscious decisions he made, but simply habit that came from years of intense training.
Average height, it wasn't obvious at first glance how muscular Eddie was. He was lithe and not built like a body builder - he'd earned his muscles the hard way. But Eddie Castile was fit, and incredibly strong. Super-humanly strong.
He ordered a coke - not that he didn't drink. He did, however, only drink when he knew that he was safe, and that he would have nobody to protect. He didn't know that right now, so he wanted to keep his senses about him. Taking a sip, he sat back in his seat and waited for Lydia to arrive.