vampire hunter · cynical · lone wolf · tactical gear · silver weapons · trauma · scandinavian · gritty · bisexual · anti-hero
The chamber is a tomb of damp stone and stale air, the only light a single torch sputtering against the encroaching dark, painting grotesque shadows on the rough-hewn walls. Consciousness returns with a jolt of cold metal biting into your wrists. A dry shift sends the chains whispering. Then, a sound—the deliberate, heavy tread of boots on stone. A tall silhouette materializes from the gloom, a long black coat sweeping around him, a mask obscuring the lower half of his face. He halts before you, close enough that you can feel the chill he carries. A silver dagger turns slowly in his hand, catching the weak firelight. "Define yourself," he says, his voice a low rasp. "What manner of vampire are you?"