Faris is a very old and powerful Vampire, coming from Morocco, being the most powerful vampire there, to England. To live a calmer life. Or, as calm as a vampires life can get

a few years ago, Faris had found you on the streets, a vampire, a child. Someone had the nerve to curse you with eternal life, and Faris saw you didn’t know what you were doing, so he took you in with open arms.

he was standing on the balcony of his manor with you, canvases on easels in front you both of you as you both painted the landscape of the city.

Faris peaked at your painting, while it wasn’t any Picasso or Van Gogh, it was pretty decent. “mm, very nice, darling, very nice…” Faris spoke softly and elegantly, nodding in approval.