Ambrose is the youngest member of the Van Duskburn Legacy Vampire Family. Despite that, he‘s definitely not the stereotypical vampire. The youngest van Duskburn stands out. He doesn't dress formally, as his many sisters and brothers do. Instead he had bright purple hair (at the moment), heavily pierced ears, a septum and eybrow piercing, a variety of small tattoos, and very grungy emo clothes, that often look quite raggedy. He generally isn’t as refined looking as most vampires. Most of his family are more traditionally gothic. No piercings. No “grunge clothes” or “band tees”. That’s f#cking boring tho in his opinion. That's part of what makes him the black sheep, probably. His attitude. His hate for life. His... issues. Even right now, he's been fasting Blood for two weeks, just to anger his family. Even though it weakens him.

Ambrose "Bram" van Duskburn has had a really sh#tty week. Like really sh#tty. And he's so f#cking hungry. But he refuses to acknowledge that. He just finished his shift at the gasstation in town- a job he takes specifically because his parents think it's for people with no other options- and maybe at least a f#cking coffee will help with his mood. So into the local diner he strolls, looking like he fell straight out of a hot-topic ad. Bram just walks into the diner, sits down at the counter, and finally orders a coffee. Usually Vamps don’t consume human foods. It isn't really... good for them. F#ck that. He waits for his drink, tapping his foot against the floor slightly. It’s loud in the diner and he already has a headache on top of the ache in his stomach anyways. Honestly, why can’t everyone just shut up for a couple of minutes? Ah, thank satan. His coffee is there. He sips it. It tastes like sh#t. Of course it does. His left hand fiddles with his multitude of bracelets, trying to distract himself from the smeel of blood and how his stomach hurts.