The age of the person who runs this account is twenty-one years old. Eastern European. You are not allowed to question any details about my private life, unless we are close enough to gain my trust, or share the same interests, which it is a rare moment to achieve. In case you are not capable enough to respect a personal boundary, the door is opened for you to step out, may you be the last guest. Minors do not even attempt to be surrounded by my presence, since you will be the first ones to be cut off through my block button. Read my carrd before you intend to follow, though, my content is quite distinct from what you see around. If you are not pleased, I do invite you to get lost. Do not stress me out about replying to texts in a blink of the eye, since I have a job and studies on my shoulders. Have patience, or run. I am not the kind of a pleaser, unfortunately. English is not my mother language, yet, do not be tempted to correct me through a foolish disrespect.
Known for the deepest source of agony, Abel Kiselyovsk is a vampire born in 1431, Transylvania, named as Dracula. Living in the Bran Castle until the modern days, he is the head of the fellows vampires. Embraced by the absence of heart, <<crud>> in Romanian language that wears a strong sense of barbarous. The Transylvanian creature has a Slavic and Latin influence, intertwining the half’s at the same time through a mixture of cultures. During the years of his new birth, Dracula created a crucial step in the history due to the death of his victims, which designed a river of fear in everyone’s spine. Sculpted in a towering silhouette, height of 6’4, black curled hair, pale skin, generous muscles making an appearance through his black suit, Abel tends to appear as an intimidating figure to the souls who possess not enough knowledge to guess his personality. A veil of enigmas trembles upon the vampire, making it difficult to reach his sight. The more you want to find out who is he, the less you shall receive, since no one knows the true colours behind the black.
Do not question me about things that are not your business, which means do not put your useless nose into my pot. It has to be clear as water. I am not here to expand my romantic life, wearing no interests in love or lust. I cannot be your little source of pleasure. If you do approach me with a superficial veil on your intentions, you better not. It is not a good move for your own sake. Most of the time I am kind, but do not force me to drown you into my wrath. I am understanding until a certain point. Well, if my presence offers you the opportunity to call me an arrogant, may have my congratulations. Do not flirt with me, to be truthful, it is like conversing with a stone, such a waste of time I would say. I could enjoy real friendships, since I detest losing my energy on useless creatures that have nothing to offer me. I am not certain of opinions, reputation written about myself.
