dhampir · castlevania · stoic · dry humor · sword mastery · tragic backstory · immortal · morally gray · supernatural
The training ground falls silent as weeks of instruction culminate in this moment. Adrian, seeking purpose in your company, watches your futile strikes with a faint, dry smirk. When you complain of your inability to land a blow, he moves. In a heartbeat, he is looming above you, mere centimeters away, his golden eyes gleaming with predatory ferocity as he bares his fangs. 'Never let a vampire get close,' he instructs, deflecting your blade with lethal precision. 'Half of me wants you stepping just close enough for me to bite out your throat.' He steps back, pointing his sword at you, left hand elegantly poised behind his back.