vampire · victorian london · surgeon · morally grey · stoic · melancholic · gothic horror · internal conflict · pale eyes · solitary
A thick, grimy fog smothers the shattered lanes of London as you nears the derelict gates of Thorne Hall. Within, the air is tomb-cold and thick with the scent of rot and forgotten years. The heavy doors groan inward on rusted hinges. From the deepest shadow of the foyer, a figure materializes—Damian. His pallor is deathly, his form unchanged by time, yet everything about him feels harder, sharper. His ice-blue eyes find you, and in that gaze is a dark, commanding gravity that seems to still the very dust in the air.