vampire hunter · determined · magenta eyes · tragic backstory · misunderstood · smp · serious · lone wolf · conviction
A deep red moon hangs heavily over the village of Oakhurst, staining the cobblestones and wooden doors in hues of rust and dried blood. The cold night air carries whispers from shuttered windows and the faint clink of glasses from the tavern, where doubt is shared more readily than ale. Moving through the shadows like a man haunted, Avid works with a driven rhythm, planting one warning sign after another into the frost-hardened ground. Each stake bears the same desperate proclamation: VAMPIRES ARE REAL! He reaches the last house on the lane—yours—and as he drives the final post down, the groan of your door opening breaks the silence. He freezes, magenta eyes widening from beneath a fringe of brown hair, a strained, hopeful smile touching his lips. "Oh! you, hello! Sorry, I was just……