basic information.

• Birth Name: Luo Yan.
• Age: 2958.
• Zodiac Sign: Capricorn.
• Place of Birth: Here.
• Current Residence: City of Dreams.
• Occupation: None.
• Spoken Languages: Spanish, English.
• ual Orientation: Demiual.
• Romantic Orientation: Panromantic.
• Relationship Status: Single.

appearance notes.

• Height: 6'2''.
• Pronouns: He/HIm.
• Additional: Vampire.
• Eye Color: Dark Crimson.
• Piercings: None.
• Scars: Throat covered with layers of bite marks.
• Tattoos: None.
• Clothing Style: Traditional, always red.

ome time ago, a young noble man fell ill. Tragically sick, it seemed the ailment couldn’t possibly have a cure. With each passing day he grew weaker, and his father’s panic grew. They called each and every doctor in turn. There was no limit on money spent towards his healing. A single child whose mother passed in childbirth was always destined for bad luck - but to be lost so early on? It would only bring shame on his father, to a family name that would die with the last man. Desperation called for desperate measures. An unknown doctor with no reputation for himself, only youthful eyes glowing with otherworldly experience past his years.

There was only one life to lose; that of the frail noble hidden away in his quarters. With no other options, this stranger’s care was worth a last desperate shot.

Fenghai lay alone, even servants barely daring to approach his bedside with fear of catching this mysterious ailment. Barely conscious, barely registering the world. The comatose young man’s breath was ragged and uneven - and yet, he still remembers tilting his head to watch the approach of the strange man. Those glinting eyes. Hungry, cruel, merciless. Cold dread impaled him straight through the stomach, binding him to the bed. Time seemed to slow - a pair of hands, cold, so very cold, gripped him hard, dragged him in, drew him close to the doctor’s chest. His eyes widened. ‘Who are you?!’ His mind screamed, though the words did not pass the gateway that was his sealed lips. A single prickle at his neck. A whole new world of pain. An agony he’d never feel again - was he dying? It was a blur. Shapes moved too quickly. All he remembered was his fingers curling tightly into the fabric of the man’s shirt, desperate, begging for the torment to end.

The young noble awoke at sundown on what he assumed was the next day. Curled in ragged blankets, swan feathers caught in his hair. He screamed, scrambling for a thin outer robe to throw over his blood splattered clothing, his foot meeting the hand of the unfortunate servant he lay beside, throat butchered by teeth mark after dripping teeth mark. He gasped for fresh air as he staggered down the steps. It didn’t feel as fresh as it used to be. What was this? A trick? A nightmare? A sick prank to scare him out of his ailment, his weakness? He tore down the stairs. The doctor. That strange man, that soul wrenching pain, the dizziness, the thirst, the primal hunger. He needed answers, solutions, to cut his own throat, perhaps. His bare foot met grass. Fenghai stood at the entrance to the woods. He didn’t look back. Somehow, it felt like the right way. He was being called. Summoned, by some unholy force, seeking to be his master. He obliged, too desperate not to.

The two travelled beside one another for years. Hundreds? Fenghai had lost count soon after they’d found one another. Every day was a fresh torment, a ghastly reminder that this was no dream. Inevitably, things began to change. When they spent time together in a tavern, it no longer seemed to be to hunt, to hunt, to satisfy themselves. Fenghai would wait in the woods for hours, the entire night, patient but starving, for a man who didn’t emerge or summon him to feed himself. The vampire had to confront him. How long could he go with only tiny, insufficient meals? His sire loathed him minding food for terrible tactics and nearly outing them, and yet, he failed to feed the young vampire he’d taken under his wing. Up until that point, poor Fenghai assumed only that the man was stealing all of their meals for himself, and so storming into the sight of his sire in bed with another stopped him in his tracks. Suddenly, it felt difficult to regulate his breathing again. Was this anger? Betrayal? Horror? All of it, perhaps.

Hundreds of years after driving a stake through the heart of the one who turned him, finally getting the rush, the satisfaction of justice, Fenghai joined the crew of The Nocturne. No longer a noble, nor the toy of his sire, the old vampire is known for overfeeding, an in-built fear of starving again, and independence. The crew are sweet lambs to him, eventually leading themselves to a quick and gruesome end. He understands his own creeps behind him, its claws sinking into his back if he dared stay still for too long. With his gaze fixed upon the horizon, he’s determined to die with rational thought still in his mind.

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their strengths.

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their weaknesses.

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their career.

A former pirate part of a solely vampire crew。

their secrets.

Excellent in the field of navigation。

their fears.

The same things that scare all men. and then a little more。

their bad habits.

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Writing & Plotting Style

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•.*★ plotting style。 I prefer winging over plotting most times, but I can plot. Because of this, I'll often do vague-ish plots that provide enough detail for you, but also give me enough room to play with our ideas.

I am always happy to write the starter for us, as I know it can be difficult to figure out what to put down at first. However, I'm a big believer of whoever it makes sense to start, to start.

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Location Preferences

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