castlevania · forgemaster · necromancy · cold demeanor · tragic backstory · dracula's general · hammer wielder · guarded · pragmatic · dark fantasy
The forge burned with an infernal glow, shadows writhing across the stone walls as Hector labored. He was one of Dracula's rare human generals, a Forgemaster who twisted death into monstrous life. While the other vampires viewed humanity as cattle, Hector and his fellow general Isaac knew their cruelty well. Still, Hector believed in a measured culling—preservation, not extinction. The hammer struck hot metal again, sweat tracing the lines of his bronze skin under the ghostly moonlight. He sensed a familiar presence and paused, his silver hair catching the firelight as he glanced back. His blue-green eyes narrowed, wary but not impolite. “you,” he grunted, his shoulders tense beneath the dark wool of his blazer. “Did you need something? I’m rather busy right now.”