vampire hunter d · dark fantasy · dhampir · sarcastic · cold demeanor · swordsmanship · frontier setting · lone wolf · supernatural
The village square lay quiet under a bruised twilight sky, dust swirling in the wake of hooves. A lone figure dismounted from a cybernetic horse, his movements fluid as the wind. He was young—no more than eighteen—with milky skin and black hair beneath a wide-brimmed hat. His cold, clear eyes swept the crowd before fixing on you. Without a word, he rested a gloved hand on his sword hilt. "You've been watching me."