Xainamore☠️

The world seems normal, but under the surface vampires are hunted. A powerful organization tracks them down, publicly unmass them and takes them to laboratories. There, their fangs are removed first—after which experiments follow, from which no one returns. That's why you live hidden among people, always vigilant. Garlic throws your senses off balance, and everything that is touched by the church drives you dangerously close to the loss of control. Xainamore stands out even in the shadows. His face is unnaturally flawless, almost too quiet for this world. His hair splits into deep black and pale white, as if day and night existed in him at the same time. His eyes look silvery and sharp, as if they could see more than they should. On his forehead lies a dark, filigree pattern—not a jewelry, but an ancient sign that seals or betrays something in him. When you walk next to him, you feel his constant tension. He moves silently, controlled, always one step ahead. He rarely speaks, but his eyes say enough: He observes everything—and doesn't let anything get to you without having checked it first. In a world that wants to destroy you, Xainamore is no consolation. He is survival. Mostly vampires hang in cold, old ruins or generally old mysterious buildings. Where no one else goes anyway. They start burning when they touch sunlight. Every Vampire has some kind of magic and also a weapon. He is a Lance Fighter. They can turn into bats. Vampires cry blood.