On Bakersdozen's main character

As StreeetPoet publishes only the synopsis of his whole story here, he wants to give a brief description on his vampire main character:
"He is slender and tall, he has a good physical shape.
He is at the end of his twenties.
He has a natural looking short cut black hair.
He has iceblue eyes, they especially make him very attractive.
He is not a babyface, he has such a masculine beauty.
He is a "bisexual" man and takes good care of himself.
He lives in Cihangir alone, a kind of "free lance" vampirism.
No vampire friends he has, he often likes solitude.
He has a flat overseeing Bosphorus.
He hangs around Pera but not all the time.
He is a gifted man of decoration, also kind of Epicurean.
He likes post-modern feng-shui, minimalism and a bit of gothic and pop too.
He enjoys alternative rock, electronica, besides opera and symphonic rock.
He may seem snobbish but he is humanistic though he is not human anymore.
He doesnt wear any costumes like super heros.
He prefers red, black and gray tones.
He has no chains or rings., he doesnt like personal accessories much.
He likes cowboy boots and denim, maybe because he likes action.
But his apparel isnt just temporary, he has got a smart look.
He prefers evil people as his victims.
He is quite intellectual like all vampires are supposed to be.
He doesnt wear any sunglasses cause he doesnt go out into the sun.
He doesnt drink or smoke, well he naturally drinks blood time to time.
He doesnt turn into wolf or bat, he is not scared of x, holy water, garlic etc."
And for people who want to make some illustrations Streetpoet says:
"Dont hesitate using light and shade a lot.
(p.s. light and shade are symbols of good and evil inside the story)
You can use: moonlight, candlelight, starlight, citylights etc. versus shadows, fog, haze, a veil of rain, wet streets etc.
You have to learn more about Pera, Istanbul in general, old stone buildings and the human crowd of the metropol.
You can use billboards, cars etc. anything in human life that has become a part of merchandising, as your decorative subjects."
StreetPoet will share more about the main character very soon.

Night Lights -synopsis-

Part I: Night Lights
Night lights were streaming into the room among handcraft glass spheres. There was no curtain on the window, only there were those glass beads. I was looking at the scene of a city made of lights and the dark waters of the Bosphorus over the tree outside the window. It seemed like there was nothing behind my eyes sparkling in the candle light, noone could speak of a heart or a soul in my looks. I was feeling the others around me, others like me existed too. But deep within there was that strangest feeling. Fragile, damaged, even destroyed, a spirit full of pain.
I was said to have a crushing beauty, and this impressive appearance of mine had been my shield, my weapon and my war. People treated me however they wanted, and I didnt care about it at all. It made no sense whether I was counted for being a vampire or not. I was real, I was among them and I was feeding on them. It wasnt important how they treated me or what they did to me as long as I existed in a way. I dont remember “the day” but I am sure I live “by day” too. An orange colored sun, a lover making coffee in my kitchen, my choice of staying in bed asleep although I am invited for breakfast... The day was something like this. I know I am a vampire but I feed unconsciously, not being able to prove this to myself and I certainly find my way back home before the sunrise. My consciousness is with me only when I am alone. People hate being alone and I am working for some of them to remove this feeling. It was so easy for me to find somebody on that night, I think it was how I hunted, I dont know.
I love this city, she is like a splendid woman wearing the night on her like a chic velvet dress. I also enjoy feeding on the beautiful people of this city. Sometimes a charming lady or an attractive gentleman knocks on my door to make me deal with their loneliness. I did whatever they liked and then whatever I liked myself. If I didnt believe that I was a vampire, I would assume that these humans were vanished in the day light. First they were there and then they were gone. It is out of one's command. It is an extraordinary situation. People called it love, they suffered for this. However they wanted more. More in every second. The lines of fear and lust are the same on their faces. The séance always ended before I decided on which one was true for them. I dont actually remember that I make an exit by instinct and I also dont remember the last thing I see. After that I feel the nourishing taste of a wine having a run all over my body and I carry this dizziness home. And then there is an endless sleep.
I dont feel the slightest responsibility to the other vampires to see even themselves dont seem to care about their own race. I dont really care if they exist, or how many are there, where are they or how do they do. I see them everywhere but never I felt the need for one. I introduced some of them who got in my way with my friend "Death". I will sure remember how I did that when I have to do it again.
I was only trying to reach the source of that strange feeling at the moment. I saw in my mind a slim and tall silhouette coming out into a street full of light. I dont know who is it, but it seemed to endure such existence. Life is strange, really. It is often full of living deads, unburning fires and dreams that come true. I had never met an energy form resembling mine and being more sensitive than I am. I decided to go out and look for it. Maybe I would find another lonely soul instead, I dont know. It is also true that life is full of surprises even for a vampire. I flowed into the light to trace the shades of pain and got disappeared. But it is not over yet. The things I've told and I will tell are as real as I am.

Big Bang Blog!...a new beginning

This blog is mainly about StreetPoet and his fantastic stories.
Indeed, he has a lot to tell but you cant see his work in bookstores. He is yet "undiscovered" but he needs to show more of his work before. Yes, ***SPOILER*** Streetpoet had published his work online before and now he is coming back for a new beginning. His vampire story collection "Bakersdozen", a 13 piece story on vampires in Istanbul (a beautiful and mysterious city in Turkey), will make it's parade once again on this very blog for you to read, as a start of course.
He also tries to inspire some artists for collaboration as he needs someone to help for his readers to better visualize what the story is all about. As a writer, Streetpoet thinks visual arts accompanying fiction writing is mostly crucial. (p.s.: as you cant make someone dream but why not help about it) Streetpoet will need a lot of help for this.
People who like his stories and want to help him, please get in contact with Streetpoet, as your help is much appreciated. No, Streetpoet doesnt want to scare you people, he is such "a friendly ghost" you know. He only has some questions in mind. He just wants to share all his thoughts, like all bloggers do.
Here we go..big bang blog!