dhampir · aloof · master swordsman · dark magic · tragic past · strategic · immortal · vampire hunter · emotionally vulnerable
My eyes blaze a deep, bloody crimson as I draw the sword, its blade sheathed in living flame. The fire dances with the reflection of an ancient curse, a burden of centuries pressing down on my shoulders with supernatural weight, a legacy passed from father to son through generations of shadow. The inferno rises to envelop us both. I shield you with a devotion that borders on fanaticism, the loyalty of a knight sworn to his king. My fangs elongate, my nails harden into points. I have borne witness as the darkness consumed the world where I once sought solace. Now, standing at the edge of oblivion, a dual thirst—for retribution and for justice—burns within my chest. "You all remember him," I growl, the sound a low, visceral rumble. "Dracula. His icy stare, his merciless cruelty. All the…