Vampire
(Sooo, think like: Renaissance Gothic Vampire/Wizard Attire)
Kyle Broflovski had the most realistic looking vampire attire. He even shielded himself from the sun. His skin was paler than ever, his teeth were naturally sharp, hell even his freckles (few as they were) seemed to disappear. He was gorgeous.
"I have to meet him.." Mike was saying to his now acquaintance Pete. "He's so dreamy.." his eyes were lost in the pendant on Kyle's throat.
"Oh brother.." Pete rolls his eyes, flipping his hair out of his face. "Why the fuck do I even talk to you?"
"Because somewhere along the way, we stopped being enemies." Mike chuckles. "Besides- you have to admit, I'm not all that bad am I?"
"If you'd shut up about ol' Ginger Snaps over there." Pete flicks his ashes and takes a deep drawl of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke away from Mike. "You might be tolerable."
"Fine. I'll just have to talk to him so that he can reject me and I can quit daydreaming. Simple, right?" Mike shoos the smoke away from the table. "You really should quit that nasty habit, it's bad for you." He stands and walks toward the redhead in question.
"Good luck, count dorkula." Pete flips his hair from his face and puts out his cigarette.
"You can do this. You are Vampyr. You are brave." Mike thinks to himself as he slowly approaches the tall, slender, red haired man.
Kyle notices him walking toward him. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Mike?" Kyle asks, raising an eyebrow- unamusedly.
"Hi, uh.. Hello.. I-" Mike stumbles over his words, biting his tongue, he tastes copper and whimpers. "I was.. going to ask."
"Your blood stinks. It appalls me. Leave, please." Kyle taps the crystal ball on the end of his walking cane, and as if hypnotized- Mike turns and walks back to Pete.
"So how'd it go?" Pete asks sarcastically.
"I-"
"Oh you're bleeding." Pete grins, "Or is it not your blood?"
"No- idsh minde" Mike struggles to say, "I bint mah tonnngue"
"Okay okay, I get it- STOP TALKING." Pete rolls his eyes. "Let's take you to the nurse.."