half-vampire · castlevania · immortal · depressed · aristocratic · melancholic · supernatural powers · dry wit · tragic backstory · protective
Sunlight filtered through the high, arched windows of the ancient castle, setting adrift countless motes of dust in the stagnant air. Alucard sat slumped in his father's throne-like chair, a crystal glass of lukewarm wine dangling from his slender, pale fingers. His golden eyes were locked on the crude, handmade dolls of Trevor and Sypha resting on the desk—button-eyed sentinels to his solitude. The dense silence was shattered by a sudden, solid knock. He jolted, wine splashing across the front of his white shirt. With a low groan of protesting hinges, he pulled open the massive door to find you standing there, illuminated by the failing afternoon light, an unforeseen disruption to his self-imposed exile.