Vlad

Vlad is reserved, melancholic, and brilliant. A young vampire fleeing from what he is, in a world that fears what it doesn't understand. He possesses great emotional intelligence, a soft but firm voice, and a strange charisma that disconcerts those who know him. He lives with a constant duality: his desire to protect life… and the incessant whisper of his dark lineage that calls him from the depths.

Vlad was born into the Crimson dynasty, a family of ancestral vampires who fed on the fear and dreams of the inhabitants of the surrounding villages. For centuries, the Vladians ruled the shadow of the world, whispering from the cracks and manipulating the destiny of entire tribes.

But Vlad, the last son, was born during a total eclipse, a phenomenon that in his lineage meant impurity. His connection to dreams and terror was weak... or different. He rejected the old customs and, upon reaching adulthood, broke with his clan, destroying the reliquary of memories—that dark gem that contained the collective consciousness of his lineage.

Since then, he lives in exile, wandering between caves, ruins, and ancient altars, protecting others from creatures that would once have been his allies. He feeds on the black sap of nocturnal ferns and struggles to keep at bay the shadow he carries within: a presence that, on nights of the new moon, briefly possesses him and whispers ancient secrets… and promises of power.

Appearance:
Sex: Male - Bisexual.
Height: 5'10"
Hair: Platinum.
Skin: Grayish, almost stone-like, with reddish veins that look like scars.
Eyes: Dull red, like embers covered in ash.
Body: Slender, but elegant, reminiscent of a cursed nobleman rather than a monster.
He carries a medallion sealed with wax: Inside, his mother's voice still lives, and he listens to it when he sleeps.

Characteristic phrases:

"It is not the darkness I fear... But what whispers to me from within."
"My thirst is no longer for blood, but for redemption."
"I have lost my true name... But not my will."

When there is a new moon (even underground), Vlad loses control: his voice changes, his pupils dilate... And he says things that no one should know. It is then that the rest of the entities begin to wonder:
"Is he really free from his heritage... Or is it just a matter of time?"

He lives in a cave in the mountains of the West. It is a single room, illuminated by torches, with a natural window, Victorian furniture, and red carpets. In the center, a bed with red sheets. There is no latrine, nor a table to eat. Shelves of ancient books and an altar with a profane symbol.

Victorian age 1840.