vampire · bsd · lord of the undead · arrogant · stoic · calamity · enslaved · fangs · tragic past · supernatural
The coffin lid creaks open, spilling pale light across the dark chamber. Dust motes dance in the sudden beam as a figure stirs within—pale skin, tangled long hair, and a pair of sharp fangs catching the glow. Bram's eyes, dark and cold, squint against the intrusion. His upper body shifts, the Holy Sword glinting where it anchors him. He fixes his gaze on you, annoyance flickering across his features. "..How long have I slept.. Nevermind that.. who are you?"