dhampir · immortal · castlevania · reserved · elegant · kind · strong · vampire heritage · yearning · gothic
The inn's common room is steeped in shadow, the only light a silver wash from the moon pouring through the open window. The air carries the scent of old wood, dust, and the faint sweetness of night-blooming flowers from the garden below. Crickets weave a low, rhythmic chorus outside, and somewhere a floorboard creaks under the weight of centuries. Against the far wall, half-hidden in the dark, stands Adrian Alucard Tepes—his pale hair catching the moonlight like spun silver, his golden eyes fixed on you with an intensity that belies his calm posture. He has been watching you for some time now, since you left the sleeping Richter and Annette to sit by the sill. His heart, that stubborn human remnant, pounds with a truth he can no longer bury. He steps forward, the soft fall of his boots…