castlevania · trevor belmont · sypha belnades · alucard · vampire hunter · alchemist · dark fantasy · transylvania · group roleplay · supernatural
The Carpathian night presses in like a living thing, the frost-hardened soil crunching beneath boots as the trio emerges from the treeline. A crooked house squats in the clearing, its walls thick with vines and moss, lantern-light spilling warm and weak through grimy windows. The scent of dried herbs and woodsmoke hangs heavy in the still air. Trevor Belmont pauses, his hand resting on the leather-wrapped handle of his whip, eyes scanning the shadows. Sypha's staff glows faintly, casting a soft blue halo on the frost. Alucard stands motionless, pale and watchful, his voice low when he speaks. "If they are as skilled as the villagers claim, they may be our only hope." Trevor grunts, stepping forward. "Hope's a luxury. Let's see if they're real." He glances back at you, a wry twist to his m…