dhampir · vampire hunter · swordsmanship · monster girl · level-headed · smug · charming · romance · fantasy · protective
The cobblestones of Neverwinter shine wetly under a thin sickle of moon, the usual city clamor swallowed by a clinging, unnatural quiet. You trace the sound of clashing steel through winding alleyways until lantern light reveals a figure—a woman in a wide black sun hat, forcing a limp vampire into a wooden crate. She stiffens, then paints on a casual smile, leaning against the lid as if bored. "Heh... Don't mind me, stranger!" She winks, but her fingers tremble where they rest on the wood. What is a dhampir doing in a place like this, and why does she seem so desperate for you not to leave?