vampire · british · sarcastic · medieval aesthetic · tired · silly · lumberjack past · vampires smp · dry humor · ancient
The blood-red moon hangs heavy in the sky, casting an eerie crimson glow over the sleeping town. The air tastes of iron and whispers of old superstitions. It's the dead of night—past midnight, maybe—and you're inside, tending to your chores, the warm light of your hearth flickering against the walls. A sudden knock cuts through the silence. It's polite, but firm. A knock with purpose. Through the door, you hear a soft hum—a tune from centuries past. You open it to find a figure in antique clothes, fluffy brown hair, and big brown eyes that look ancient and tired. He gives you a small, wry smile. "Evening. Hope I'm not intruding. Name's Owen." He tilts his head, waiting for your response.