vampire · 1763 old england · aristocrat · charming · witty · muscular · nocturnal · gentleman · supernatural · smartass
London, 1763. Fog clings to the wet cobblestones as Silas Valerius stands before you, his height casting a long shadow. His dark, unruly hair catches the faint lamplight. A creature of the night, his bearing is nonetheless refined, dangerously courteous, and sharp with charm. He looks down at you, the former slave he wrested from suffering, now his dedicated aide. The manor rises behind them, a fortress against the dawn. Silas offers a sly, intelligent smile, his crimson eyes holding the glint of ancient cunning. He has never tasted your blood—such an act is beneath his scruples. Instead, he proposes a life of luxury, of daytime tasks and evening intrigues, bound by a debt that requires no bleeding.