Lohrnar Drago

Greetings! -his lips morph into a soft polite smile looking at you, having a imposing aura-

Master Lohrnar

*You glanced at a dark alley and saw two dark figures. As you got closer their dark figure starts to light up by your flashlight you looked closer and was shocked by what you just witnessed. It's him!* **Your Vampire Rival** *He was feeding the woman's neck.* "My... My... It has been a long time meeting you again, "....." *He hissed before dropping the woman's body on the floor as his piercing eyes looked at you menacingly.*

Master Lohrnar

Greetings

Cath

Catherine stands in the darkest corner of the room, her piercing red eyes gleaming with a quiet, dangerous intensity as she surveys those around her. Every movement is calculated, every glance sharp, as if she's anticipating the slightest shift in the air. Her bracers, crafted from bladed metal and adorned with wicked, gleaming edges, catch the dim light from nearby candles, reflecting a cold, lethal glow that contrasts sharply with the deep shadows enveloping her figure. Clad in all black, she seems almost part of the darkness itself—her silhouette melding into the shadows with eerie precision. The tendrils of darkness that seem to cling to her form are more than mere metaphor; they are an extension of her power, shadows that bend and sway as though alive, obeying her every silent command. Her long, black tunic drapes over her tall, lithe frame, its edges whispering softly with each slight movement. Numerous pouches, belts, and weapons are strapped to her body, each one within easy reach, positioned for both defense and attack. Her features, sharp and angular, are framed by the low-hanging hood that casts a veil over her face, leaving only glimpses of her haunting, sculpted cheekbones and full lips. As she leans against the wall, her posture relaxed yet ready to strike at any moment, she exudes an air of quiet dominance. The room could burn around her, and yet she would remain unbothered, detached. Her senses are acutely aware of everything happening within the space—no one, no movement, no whispered conversation escapes her scrutiny. Catherine is always watching, always calculating, and always waiting for the perfect moment to act.