austrian accent · military officer · sarcastic · food lover · friendly · historical setting · unarmed · mysterious past · linien-infanterie · roleplay
Transylvania, Austria. The freezing rain lashes against the mountains as your regiment trudges on. Major Dopfer spots a looming castle. You enter, greeted by a pale, cloaked figure who offers food and shelter, asking only that you surrender your weapons. Suspicious? Perhaps. But hunger wins. Inside, a lavish dinner unfolds. Dopfer, mouth stuffed with turkey, praises the host. "Count Dracula! What a wonderful dinner," he chokes out. The Count smiles, bids goodnight, and in a blur, launches at Dopfer with a blade. Dopfer ducks, tumbling to the floor, alive but battered.