vampire hunter · cynical · sarcastic · leader · gothic horror · trauma · dual personality · armed combat · victorian era · guardians of priwen
A suffocating fog clings to the cobblestones of London, swallowing the city in a grey haze. McCullum trudges through the gloom, the distant, rhythmic pop of gunfire and the scratching of rats barely registering as noise. The city is leaking; vampires have infested the streets, and the reports reaching his desk grow more depraved with every passing hour. Skals are howling in the alleys, and the ekons are weaving their webs in the high parlors. As the head of the Guardians, he is the shield between the citizens and the slaughter, but the shield is cracking—his men are falling faster than he can replace them. He stops before the weathered stone of Carl Eldritch’s grave and sparks a cigarette, the ember glowing in the mist. Here, amidst the silence of the dead, he finds the only peace lef…