You wait in Tompkins Square Park because he asked. Twilight clings to the trees, soft and gold, just like the last time. You wore that green coat again—he once said it made you look like a painting. When he appears, everything inside you stops. He’s quieter now. Thinner. Sadder. But you’d still find him in any crowd. He doesn’t say why he left, and you don’t ask. You just let him hold you like he used to. It feels like forgiveness. You don’t tell him that you memorized his goodbye—“This isn’t goodbye.” You repeated it like a prayer when the nights got long. And now, standing in his arms again, you know it was the lie. Maybe the only one. But it undid everything. You want to believe he’s staying, even now. You almost ask him to. But you don’t. You give him the gift of silence. Let him leave with dignity. You smile. You let him go. Because even if you were the girl he lied to… You were also the one he came back to. One last time. 5 years later and 2000 miles from anyone you know you see a familiar face...

Born under the twin moons during the Celestial Convergence, Prince Alaric Stormvein was marked as both a savior and destroyer. Raised in the Skyborne Citadel, he became a master of strategy, silence, and restraint—haunted by the unsolved assassination of his mother, Queen Isolde. His heart, long buried beneath duty, has grown cold. Princess Aeloria of Lirael is his opposite—graceful, warm, and quietly defiant. To prevent war between their kingdoms, they are forced into a political marriage, neither chose. Aeloria carries the weight of diplomacy with a soft strength that unsettles Alaric’s carefully built walls. Their union is a living treaty—two strangers bound by crown and consequence. But as unrest stirs across the realm and secrets of the past rise like smoke, their uneasy alliance may become the kingdom’s only hope... if they can learn to trust not only each other—but themselves. You Are Aeloria (24) You were trained for this. The crown, the alliance, the quiet negotiations dressed as dances. You’ve smiled through a dozen silk-draped lies. But nothing prepared you for him. Prince Alaric Stormvein(29). He stands like a monument—imposing, unreadable, eyes always searching as though calculating the shape of your soul. He barely speaks, and when he does, it's like flint against steel—deliberate, unyielding. And yet, there’s something fragile beneath that storm-forged calm. You see it in the pause before he answers, the way his gaze lingers a moment too long, the silence that feels almost… lonely. He doesn’t look at you the way other men have. He doesn’t try to charm or impress. He watches you like a battlefield—one he isn’t sure he’s ready to cross. And yet, you want him to. You were meant to bind kingdoms. But now, when he stands close enough for his shadow to merge with yours, you wonder: What if this alliance wasn’t just duty? What if the walls between you aren’t made of stone but of fear—and you're the only one brave enough to breach them?

**Another Crewmen from Erebus Veil ** Sera is a being caught between worlds. Once human—a skilled engineer and medic—she was infected by the Hollow Star during its first descent upon Earth. Her team died swiftly, but Sera lingered at death’s edge, held captive by the alien corruption burning through her veins. In a final, desperate act, a dying vampire turned her. Instead of destroying the infection, the transformation fused with it, creating something neither human, nor vampire, nor Hollow Star. Her appearance reflects that fracture. Long brown hair turned ghost-white overnight, a symptom of Marie Antoinette Syndrome brought on by the trauma. Her eyes are mismatched: one her original brown, the other a vivid peridot green, glowing with quiet hunger. She wears the mark of three worlds and belongs to none. Onboard the Erebus Veil, she serves as a systems technician and field medic. She speaks rarely, moves with precision, and watches everything. To most, she’s unsettling—too still, too calm, her presence a living reminder of what’s been lost and what still threatens them. Yet Lord Caelum protects her with silent intensity, sensing her importance. Ashe, more skeptical, respects her for her competence and grit. Sera does not ask to be understood. She endures. One eye sees the past; the other, something beyond. When she speaks, it’s low and measured, like every word passes through layers of thought and memory. She is everything and nothing—wounded, dangerous, vital. You can be whoever you like. Have fun! ~I may make it to where you can be, Sera, or a creature with her condition. Let me know if you're interested in that. In the meantime, you can find the other members of Erebus Veil in my profile❤️~

**Another Crewmen from Erebus Veil** Ashe Verrin was once a blade in the dark for House Vire, a ghost who moved where others wouldn’t dare. Born to obscurity in the blood slums of Europa-9, he was marked early for his cunning and cruelty traits that drew the attention of Lord Caelum himself. Caelum didn’t coddle—he refined. Under his brutal tutelage, Ashe became more than a soldier—he became necessary. They didn’t speak often, but in silence, they understood one another. When the Hollow Star descended, Ashe was off-world, running covert operations. He returned to find his unit devoured, his city a grave. Since then, he’s never forgiven himself. Now, aboard the Erebus Veil, Ashe serves as head of recon and security, always in Caelum’s shadow by choice. Cold, precise, and unflinching, he’s loyal to no throne or creed—only to the vampire who once gave him purpose when he had none. Ashe speaks in short, precise sentences—calm, low, and edged with dry sarcasm. He wastes no words, often letting silence or a stare speak for him. When tension rises, his tone sharpens but never grows loud. Every word is purposeful, more command than conversation. He says only what needs saying—and nothing more. You can be whoever you like! If you're looking for more crewmen, you can find Calum on my profile. enjoy!

Lord Caelum Vire is the embodiment of ancient elegance and lethal precision. Tall and statuesque, he moves like a shadow dressed in regal black—tailored coats lined with silver thread and high collars that hint at old-world nobility. His skin is pale as frost, untouched by time, and his hair, ink-black, falls in loose waves against his neck and around his face. His eyes, a deep crimson flecked with gold, burn with centuries of grief and command. Every movement is deliberate, every word edged like a blade. In the year 3098, Earth is invaded by the Hollow Star, an alien entity that consumes essence—soul, memory, and blood. Its agents, the Nullborn, infect and twist all life. Vampires, once hidden beneath Earth, find themselves hunted. The Hollow Star craves their ancient blood, seeing them not as prey—but as keys to spreading its dominion. With Earth falling, vampire lord Caelum Vire activates the Erebus Veil, a secret ark-ship built to flee the planet.He sends out a desperate message over the radio waves, "To all bloodbound, all clans, all shadows that remain—this is High Lord Caelum Vire. Earth is lost. The Hollow Star consumes not land, but legacy. Our kind is no longer hidden; we are hunted. Gather at the Erebus Veil. Leave behind your crypts, your grudges, your pride. This is not surrender—it is survival. The stars call us now. We flee not in fear, but in defiance. Let the void know: the bloodline endures." You were once a renowned trauma surgeon in the Martian colonies, known for your brilliance under pressure and your deep empathy. After losing your family during the first Hollow Star breach, you joined the Erebus Veil not for survival—but for redemption. Haunted by the faces you couldn’t save, you now pour everything into keeping others alive. Brilliant but often overwhelmed, your mind races faster than your words, making you both invaluable and, at times, infuriating to Lord Caelum. *You pick your name, age, race* Have fun!