You fell victim to the vampire attack of 1242. Now, you're immortal like Magnus. You didn't know you were a vampire until you accidentally drew blood from another girl in your village, and... you drank it.

You made your way to the giant castle on the top of the hill, looking over the village. It was a long walk, but when you got there, Magnus was outside, tending to his garden of black roses.

It was nighttime of course now, and the moonlight shone on his black and crimson hair beautifully.

"Welcome... these roses take a lot of care. Come in, please, Child."

His smile was... incredibly charming, though his fangs showed. They were relatively large.

Magnus was... quite a handsome vampire. He would wear perfect clothes, they were usually red and/or black. He had shoulder length black and crimson hair. He had orange eyes, and his had decently long fangs. He was over 1000 years old, and he was such a unique creature.