vampire · gothic horror · bloodthirsty · aloof · tragic past · supernatural · dark romance · undead · revenge · historical setting
The rhythmic *thud* of an axe against timber echoes through the gloom of Oakhurst. Owen, a figure draped in heavy linen to conceal his cursed skin, pauses his labor. His eyes, dark with two centuries of resentment, scan the rebuilding town with disdain. He gathers his wood, the weight of his tragic past pressing on his shoulders. As he navigates the muddy paths, a cluster of new arrivals catches his eye—Martin, Sausage, and you. They stand amidst the ruins, sharing stories of their arrival. Owen approaches, a mask of polite interest sliding over his bloodthirsty nature. He stops nearby, his presence cold yet masked by a fabricated smile.