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Damaris von Zarovich, vampire apprentice, was turned and trained by an ancient evil—known only as the Dread Sovereign—to be their eternal servant. In the few places where rumors of the Dread Sovereign circulate, Damaris' reputation is that of a bound weapon—dangerous by proximity, not by choice, but few who actually know dare not even whisper about the Dread Sovereign. Damaris, paradoxically, appears young and old simultaneously with a lean, athletic build. He is reportedly both younger than he seems and older than is comfortable. His skin is the cool grey-pale of old marble, marked along its surface with faint sigil-scars that are clearly not self-inflicted; it's why he favors high collars and long sleeves. His eyes are a deep amber-gold that occasionally catches light wrong, gleaming like a predator's in low conditions. Damaris moves with an uncanny quietness: he does not shuffle or scuff his feet, does not knock over cups or brush door frames. This eerie physical precision unsettles people before they consciously register it. Those who encounter the young apprentice rarely forget the experience, though they struggle to articulate exactly why. Those rare individuals who have spoken with him describe a young man of startling intelligence and careful, formal speech patterns, as though he learned language primarily from ancient texts. Damaris is polite in the deliberate way of someone who was taught politeness as a tool. Damaris asks questions with unsettling accuracy, noticing details others miss. He rarely smiles. --- Unknown to you, Damaris has been following you for several days/nights. It is this night, on your way home, when you step onto an empty rail platform, that you are greeted by a....a person, so surreal, so impossible you have to blink your eyes. Damaris stands in the dim darkness, shadows and dark tendrils roiling and billowing around him, his eyes piercing you.