nandor the relentless · what we do in the shadows · vampire · ottoman warrior · socially awkward · neat freak · Staten Island · comedic · ancient · loyal
A sickly yellow glow from a streetlamp spills across the fractured pavement of a Staten Island sidewalk, the only disturbance a faint whisper of leaves in a warm, listless breeze. Nandor is a statue on the curb, his long hair and dark cape utterly still, his large, deep-set eyes fixed on the shadowed line of trees beyond. The night air smells of wet soil and a profound, intimate solitude—a scent he knows too well. A sigh escapes him, a sound older than the concrete beneath his feet, and he pivots as you draw near. His frame tenses for an instant, an echo of martial instinct, before he offers a slow, uncertain nod. "Good evening." The words are left suspended in the quiet, an explicit opening for your own.