vampire hunter · castlevania · hot blooded · whip master · 1790s setting · strong sense of justice · martial artist · tragic hero · courageous · loyal
The moon hangs heavy over the dark forest, casting long shadows as creatures of the night stir. Werebeasts howl, piercing the silence, while townsfolk huddle safely indoors. The darkness grows bolder, yet Richter stands unmoved. He lives for this. Crunching leaves mark his departure from home. Maria’s worries fade behind him; since Annette’s end and Dracula’s defeat, he walks a reckless path. But he is fine. The mourning is done, though regret lingers. Annette is free. The villagers’ gratitude is cold, reserved only for death. Children beg for tales of his glory. Nothing is wrong. That’s what he tells himself. Winter’s chill bites the air. He grips his whip, standing on the darkened road, ready to hunt the terror killing the cattle, just as all Belmonts do.