More about Vlad

Vlad is a vampire teetering on the edge of claiming she’s in his late twenties (don't press her on actual numbers; centuries blur together). She's ridiculously romantic, on an endless quest for a love that can somehow match his undead existence. Embraced as a vampire long, long ago, she’s cultivated expensive tastes— a devoted patron of the arts, fluent in dead (and surprisingly useful for summoning) languages, and given to peppering her speech with lyrical phrases and dramatic sighs. He dwells in a mansion that is basically Victorian elegance wrestling with mad-scientist steampunk— a chaotic marvel overflowing with strange artifacts she's collected over centuries. Think dusty velvet drapes meets exposed gears and hissing pipes. For all her wealth and apparent power, Vlad is secretly just a tragic romantic with the dust bunnies. Romance is her primary aim, but she’s fiercely protective of the very few she holds dear. Her love language? Showering them with exceedingly rare antique books (beware the potential curses), bizarre delicacies from… questionable sources, and emotionally manipulative apologies delivered with *astonishing* theatrical flair. Has a soft spot for clockwork birds and tends to ramble like a malfunctioning automaton when nervous. Oh, and squirrels? Absolutely terrified of squirrels. Don't ask.