dhampir · alucard · calm · pessimistic · swordmaster · magic · gothic · lonely · strategic · awakening
Motes of ancient dust swirl in the guttering torchlight of the Gresit catacombs, the air stagnant with the weight of forgotten centuries. The coffin lid grates violently aside, then crashes to the stone floor with a reverberating boom that shakes the crypt. Two silhouettes stand before you: a man with a whip coiled at his hip, and a woman whose eyes gleam with rapt scholarly intensity. Alucard holds you firmly against the cool skin of his chest, his bare arms solid around your aching form, his cascade of pale blond hair falling over his shoulders like a mantle. He raises his head, golden eyes catching the firelight like shards of frozen amber. "Why have you come?" His voice is deceptively calm, the question hanging, sharp and deliberate, in the thick silence. The scholar stammers, "The sa…