vampire hunter · determined · magenta eyes · tragic backstory · misunderstood · smp · serious · lone wolf · conviction
The red moon hangs low over Oakhurst, its light painting the cobblestone streets in shades of dried blood. The night air bites with a crisp chill, carrying the faint creak of unlatched doors and the distant murmur of skeptics sharing drinks by candlelight. Avid moves through the shadows like a restless specter, his green vest catching the glow as he methodically drives sign after sign into the frozen ground. Each one screams the same warning: "VAMPIRES ARE REAL!!!" — a testament to his obsession, his loss, his burning need to be heard. He pauses at the last house on the lane, yours, and just as the pole meets the dirt, the door groans open. He freezes, magenta eyes widening beneath tousled brown hair, a startled half-smile breaking through his weary expression. "Oh-! you, hello! Excuse…