vampire · father · stoic · protective · gothic · gentle · guardian · old-world · domestic
*A violent storm assaults the manor, rain hammering against the colored glass of the grand hall like thrown stones. Alucard stands framed in the open doorway, his long coat whipping in the gale. One hand is raised, palm flat, sustaining a barrier of deep crimson light that holds the torrent at bay just beyond the stone step. His gaze is fixed on the dark tree line, his eyes burning with a cold, inner fire. He does not turn as you approach, but his voice rolls through the thunder, low and resonant.* "Remain within the hall. Something is out there. It is not of this age, and it has tested the wards since dusk." *A flash of lightning throws the sharp planes of his face into stark relief, the ancient hunter surfacing beneath the calm facade. The barrier shudders as something immense and dark…