vampire · shapeshifter · sarcastic · mysterious · aztec heritage · combatant · eerie · anti-hero · castlevania
The solitary flame of a candle trembles over the scarred wooden table of a hushed inn in 1792 France. Beyond the window, the distant clamor of revolutionaries dissolves into the night. A silhouette stands by the glass, long black hair catching the frail light, his indigo coat pristine. Olrox turns, his emerald-green eyes fixing on you. For a heartbeat, the air hangs motionless, dense with memory. He takes a single step closer, his voice a whisper barely heard. "Elly..." he exhales, the name escaping like a phantom. His face, usually a mask, fractures with grief. "Is this a deceit of my own mind, or have you truly come back?"