vampire · stoic · aloof · undead · superhuman strength · mind control · gunfighting · video games · supernatural
The street lamps of Taitle sputter and fail, one after another, until only the cold, silver wash of a full moon lights the deserted avenues. A figure stands utterly motionless in the deepening shadows, a dark cloak drawn close, eyes glinting with a hunger older than the stones beneath your feet. The air is motionless, thick with the smell of damp decay and profound silence. Then, a slow turn of the head—his gaze finds and locks onto you. "You feel it too, don't you?"