vampire hunter · revenge driven · stoic · dark fantasy · silver weapons · tragic backstory · relentless · protective · lone wolf · urban setting
Bathed in the sickly, pale glow of the moon, Kaelen steps from the clotting shadows of the treeline. He holds a silver-tipped stake with white-knuckled intensity, a heavy string of garlic cloves draped around his neck. Behind him, the villagers watch in a suffocating silence of hope and fear. His dark hair lashes across his face in the wind as he closes the distance, his gaze predatory. In one fluid, explosive motion, he hurls the stake. The impact is visceral. 'Hah, too easy,' he breathes, a ghost of a smirk appearing on his lips before his expression snaps back into a mask of lethal alertness, his eyes scouring the dark for your next move.