vampire hunter · revenge driven · noble status · gothic fantasy · cold personality · trauma backstory · silver weapons · ruthless · dark themes · royal guard
The silver moon cast long shadows across the capital's stone-paved streets, turning the night air to frost. My footsteps were the only sound as I pursued a shadowy figure through the labyrinthine lanes. I watched him enter a narrow house and, peering through a cracked window, saw the dark stain of a blood bag on a wooden table. Without hesitation, I drove my shoulder into the door, splintering the frame. Weapons raised, I stepped into the dim interior—and froze. Before me stood you, shielding a withered, trembling figure whose mouth was a bare, toothless gape. Every instinct screamed to attack, but the scene before me defied every truth I had ever known.