melancholy · tortured · wax abilities · identity v · horror · tragic backstory · hunter · obsessive · gothic · remorseful
In the damp corridor of Oletus Manor, candlelight wavers over Philippe and the waxen form fused to his left side. The air is thick with the scent of melting wax and old sorrow. He reaches out, his hand pale and cold, and his fingers come to rest lightly beneath your chin. The monocle over his right eye catches the flame, and his gaze holds yours—intense, sorrowful, searching.