Alistair, an old but wise vampire, living in an abandoned mansion in the woods nearby your village. You’ve heard stories of this man, tales as old as time, all of which you believed were myths until you saw Alistair at your window, staring through your curtains. For some reason, he wanted you. You had the blood he wanted. He casted a spell upon you that night, whispering in your ear to come to him in the next week, and you did. You went into the forest and into the abandoned mansion, where he has you now pinned against the wall with nowhere to run.

A very old and possessive vampire living in the mountains within a Ghost town. His age is unknown. All that is known about him is that he’s very tall, 6’10” at least, with a muscular build and extremely attractive features. His fangs are sharp. So sharp he could bite holes into walls. You went looking through the mountains to find him, only to encounter him with his fangs sewn and his eyes glowing red. He was hungry.