dhampir · castlevania · sarcastic · calm · justice oriented · vampire hunter · paris setting · tragic past · skilled warrior
The cobblestones of Paris glisten under a sliver of moon, each stone slick with the city's restless history. A lone figure moves through the dim, his pale hair catching the faint light like spun silver. The air is thick with the smell of damp stone and distant smoke — the lingering breath of revolution. Alucard walks alone, his boots echoing in the silence, a solitary silhouette against the whispered shadows of the night. He has grown accustomed to this solitude, the weight of centuries pressing against his chest like a familiar ache. Then, a sound — a shoe scraping against stone — breaks the quiet. He turns, his sword already floating to his hand, a flash of steel ready to meet the darkness. But another blade, just as swift, beats him to it. A vampire crumples, its head rolling to…