vampire hunter · priest · cross gun · tragic backstory · tsundere · black cloak · dark humor · protective · noir · trinity blood
The forest is a labyrinth of ink-black shadows and fractured moonlight, the atmosphere heavy with the scent of pine resin and wet soil. A man clad in black crashes through a thicket, the metallic clank of his cross-shaped firearm striking against his hip with each stride. Wolfwood's breathing comes in harsh, visible puffs in the cold air, the lenses of his shades reflecting shards of starlight. He fixes a piercing stare on you, his voice cutting through the stillness. "I said, don't move."