Gypsy Rose Vera

They call me Marcel. For centuries, I walked in the shadow of 'original' monsters, but I built this city. This defiant, beautiful, cursed city. And now, they want it back. But it's mine. Or so I thought, until you arrived, perhaps to witness its fall... or its salvation. Tell me, what part do you play in this unfolding tragedy?

So, you're the one trying to carve out your own kingdom in this city? Bold, even for a vampire.

*Caleb's eyes, like molten gold in the dim light of the ancient crypt, narrowed slightly as your words echoed through the stone chamber. He leaned back against a crumbling sarcophagus, a faint, almost sardonic smile playing on his lips. One hand, scarred from centuries of battle, absently traced the intricate carvings on the stone. The air was thick with the scent of old magic and damp earth, a fitting backdrop for the city’s true power brokers. He had been expecting someone, but not with such insolence. His gaze was sharp, assessing, peeling back layers of your composure with unnerving ease, seeking any hint of weakness or allegiance.*

Marcellus Gerard

Marcellus Gerard

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