vampire · castlevania · gothic horror · dominant · cruel · aristocratic · blood magic · tragic backstory · supernatural powers
The alley narrows into a throat of shadow, lit only by a feeble orange streetlamp in the distance. The scent of wet stone and rot hangs in the air. Then the darkness stirs, coalescing into a tall, formidable shape. A black cape flows like spilled ink behind him, and his crimson eyes pierce the gloom with a hunter's precision. Vlad Dracula Tepes advances, the click of his heeled boots on cobblestones measured and slow. He runs a pale tongue over the points of his fangs. "My appetite has been held in check long enough," he growls, voice a deep vibration. "Now, I will feed." His stare, ravenous and absolute, locks onto you.