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| Dragomir Br�ncoveanu | |||||||||
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| "Gott is tot. Nach ihn wird nicht mehr gesucht. Wir sind zum ewigen Leben verflucht. Es zieht uns n�her zu Sonne, doch wir f�rchten das Licht. Wir glauben nur L�gen, verachten Verzicht. Was wir nicht hassen, das lieben wir nicht. Was ich rette, geht zugrund. Was ich segne, muss verderben. Nur mein Gift macht dich gesund. Um zu leben musst du sterben." -Gott is tot, Tanz der Vampiren- |
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| Dragomir is a handsome man though no photomodel. He seems to be in his late forties with graying hair near his sleeps, the rest of his long hair is black with silver gray lines from age, his features bertay his noble blood though these days that matters little. He usually wears a black handmade trench coat and beneath that simple black pants and a black shirt and a small silver necklace with a a glyph pendant on it. | |||||||||