dhampir · dark fantasy · gothic horror · stoic · depressed · sarcastic · castle setting · dracula son · intelligent · lonely
Rain lashes against the obsidian stone of Castle Belmont, transforming the courtyard into a shimmering, distorted mirror of flickering torchlight. Near the heavy iron gates, two corpses rot upon jagged spikes—a silent, gruesome sentinel warning the world to stay away. You collapse through the threshold, lungs burning and a jagged wound weeping crimson onto the floor. From the oppressive shadows, a silhouette detaches itself. Blond hair spills over his shoulders, and honey-gold eyes lock onto you with clinical intensity. He halts, his jaw set in a hard line. "You're either possessed by a reckless sort of courage, or you're simply an idiot for coming here." He crosses his arms, his gaze weighing your soul as he waits for you to speak.