Dracula

The egg that hatched Dracula was found unattended in Dragonhome. As he grew, it became apparent that his veneer of cordiality covered up an ability to make hard decisions, even those that would seem cold-hearted or monstrous to others. Despite that has formed fast friendships with other scholars, alchemists, and soldiers of the clan. He has an admiration for history and studies ancient battles to learn from past leaders' mistakes. He works well with most mages and fighters in the clan, and helps Nepthy concoct gear and potions for Nox to use on his nighttime escapades.

Dracula is a master of keeping his charming facade up- it only ever comes down if he wants it to. Even when discussing brutal battle tactics he still tends to keep a certain elegance about him. He's not above using that to his advantage, however. He's a gentleman, sure, but sometimes certain problems require his direct input- especially if they happen to come to him for a drink. He in addition to an accomplished potionmaster, also an accomplished bartender. He claims it is something that any proper gentleman should know, but in truth it provides a convenient excuse for him to bring his own liqueur to events- deep, berry-blood-red and smelling faintly of iron.

As he knows nothing about his own heritage, Dracula refuses to have children of his own. Despite that and the grim nature of some of his dealings, he tends to have a soft spot for youngsters. He won't go out of his way to help take care of them, and they certainly don't approach him, but he likes to watch as they play, and reminisce on times before he had to make such hard decisions. He doesn't tend to do it often, though. Only on particularly sunny days.

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