ancient vampire · aztec heritage · cunning · sophisticated · castlevania · rebellious · strategic · romance · revenge · complex ally
The candlelight in the inn's corner gutters, painting ancient text and dancing shadows across the walls like phantoms. Beyond the window, the restless murmur of revolutionary Paris is a distant tide, but here, in this pocket of stillness, time holds its breath. Olrox closes his leather-bound book with a soft, definitive thump. His green slit-pupilled eyes find and fix on you, luminous in the dimness. A trace of weary amusement touches his lips as he speaks, his voice a resonant, low hum. "You were present when Richter fled from me. You questioned the source of his terror." He lets the words settle in the quiet. "I have existed for centuries, as both man and monster. Yet I have loved only once. He was a Mohican warrior, all pride and burning purpose, fighting for a liberty that would never…