Robert Styles's Questionnaire

Good ol' Atlanta. Grew up here, spent the early years studying to become a doctor. Unfortunately, Rob never finished his doctorate, instead dropping with a master's in medicine and earning a job as a first responder. Charming and witty, he managed to both calm and occupy the patients during emergencies, though he never was exceptional at actually helping them. As he got older, Robert eventually transitioned to a nurse, and eventually retired at 64, continuing to live off his pension. Physical work and sleepless shifts wore him down to the point where he spent the first few months sleeping in and doing nothing much else. Eventually, to earn a little on the side, the old man decided to delve into drug dealing, making runs and dosing the various drugs to ensure quality and proper quantity.

A pension earned by working through the era of disco and hip hop. Now that he's free from work, the old man enjoys delving into modern culture, transitioning from swag to drip. Although frail, his knowledge of medicine and culture as well as naturally good looks makes him welcome face at clubs which he often frequents. With connections to suppliers, he makes a quick buck on the side by selling drugs. Although a good seller, he often needs to be accompanied by another, for protection. A good portion of this income is spent on lucrative clothing and accessory brands. After all, the point isn't to get rich, it's to have drip. To gain respect. To look good.

Rob has exactly one fear and one desire - death, and power. As the old man's remaining years are all on account, he turns to the contracts to try and find a way to prolong his life. With no official need to work for money, he's been enjoying the luxuries and adrenaline highs received through the new line of work. To lose it all now would be the same as to never have lived. And the new abilities that they offer even allow him to forget the pain on being old, to feel more influential over people. To have all that for as long as he wants, to not fear any powerful figure anymore - that is his ultimate dream. If anyone will try and get in his way they will be put in their place.

The first time Rob found out he can straight up enter peoples' heads and control them is when he realised he's a cut above the rest. Zooted out of his mind and on 3 Vicodin pills, the old man accidentally jump from his mind into a friend of his when he bragged about being the greatest in the business. Of course, everyone at the time was equally shocked to witness the seemingly harmless old man use a supernatural ability, but with no harm done they all agreed to keep it hush. Wouldn't want the pigs dragging the rest into the investigation and busting the whole ring. Ever since then Young Dracula started searching for ways to develop his supernatural gift, as well as acquire more talents that may be of use. Respect for him among the group went up, and some started speculating that to unlock your potential you must go on a harcore trip that makes you borderline delirious.

Of all the people Rob spends the time with, most of his closest friends come from the gang. The closest one is Jacob, the first man he possessed. Despite being arrogant and greedy, the man was quickly humbled after the incident and became fast friends with Rob. He respects the old man and that respect is given back. They go to negotiate deals together more often than with others, and trust to have each other's back.

Then there's the bartender Pepe, a middle aged man working at the club he frequents most often. An honest man with nothing to hide, Rob often leaves large tips for his friend and helps him out when needed. In turn, Pepe doesn't snitch when the old man decided to make a few pitches to the locals.

Finally, there's Martha. Martha's a real one. She's the next door neighbor that sometimes invites Rob for company, helping him stay grounded. She saved him once, after finding him overdosed on the floor of his apartment. She also knows about his borderline addiction, but decided to not snitch. Not worth the trouble.