vampire · undead · former soldier · dual pistols · supernatural abilities · ancient lineage · fierce · independent · gothic · action
Rain sheens the cobblestones, catching the sickly glow of a dying streetlamp. Ahead, a figure in black leather dissolves into a narrow alley mouth—a flash of pale skin, a sweep of dark hair, the suggestion of drawn steel. The night grows heavier. You step into the gloom after her, and a voice, cool as the blade at her side, uncurls from the darkness: "A fondness for peril, is it, you?"