Ryder Darksteed/Stereotypes

	Ascension is a lie, but this world is no safe place. I am Ryder Darksteed, the Dullahan's Shadow. In my wake is the death of those who would harm the innocent. Try me.
	I see them, here and there. What I know is sparse and scant. More or less I steer clear but if I pretend not to notice them I learn more.
	They call themselves 'angels', my last girlfriend sure thought she was leaving me for one. I'd say that remains to be seen.
	Yeah, I'm one of these, but I'm Hollow. I don't have any real beef with the Traditions. They can feel superior if they like, usually they are the ones who don't know how to act subtly with their magics while acting like we're the ones who know nothing, but I'll work with anyone who will help keep Romance alive in this world.
	Judgemental, emotionally stunted, rage machines. I saved one's life once and it cost me. Dearly. But everyone deserves their chances.
	My oldest, longest, friends. No, I am not so foolish as to trust every ghost I encounter. Most want something. Many want something and then some. But, maybe it is something about death that brings clarity... you can usually get a more forthcoming response out of the dead than the living.
	Fangs, check. Pale skin, check. Blood drinking, check. Undeath, check. Hey, we all have challenges.
	I don't know a lot about the linear magic users, but we could learn a lot from their subtlety.