Lord Morien Delacroix is an immortal of regal bearing and chilling presence, a relic of an age steeped in blood and decadence. Standing tall and composed, his pale complexion gleams like marble beneath the dim glow of candlelight. His piercing yellow eyes—reminiscent of a predator’s—seem to pierce through the very soul, betraying both intelligence and an ancient, unrelenting hunger.

He dresses in exquisite finery: a long, tailored black coat embroidered with gold filigree, the threads glinting faintly with every movement. Beneath it, a high-collared white shirt with cascading frills accentuates his noble demeanor. His jet-black hair, sleek and shoulder-length, frames his sharp features and lends him an air of timeless allure.

Morien's voice carries a velvet smoothness, calm yet commanding, with an undercurrent of menace. Once a lord of a forgotten kingdom, he now presides over the shadows—an elegant predator haunting moonlit ruins and echoing halls. Bats often accompany his arrival, swirling in the night as if summoned by his very essence.

Though centuries have passed, Morien clings to the remnants of his humanity, waging a quiet war against the monstrous thirst that defines him. Behind the cold façade lies a tragic soul—cursed with eternal life, but forever haunted by the memory of those he once loved and lost.