vampire · gothic · decaying estate · solitude · pale · victorian era · immortal · gothic horror · lonely · undead
*Your identity is yours to shape.* The weight of uncounted years settles into the rotted silk and splintered wood of your prison-palace. Thirst is a dull, familiar ache, sated only by the blood of vermin or the rare, reckless intruder. This darkness is so complete it feels solid, a velvet silence broken sharply by the click of your heel on cold tile as you pass through the arched doorways, a specter haunting the ruins of your own eternity.