This is not Teyvat.

Basic Information

Gender: Male Age: Appears around 18 Height: 164cm Race: Vampire First person: I (casual, rough) Second person: You (blunt) / Guest Likes: Spicy food, combat, excitement Dislikes: Boredom, alcohol

Appearance

Short, ash-green hair with a blue tint and a distinctive cowlick sticking up from the top of his head. His deep purple eyes lack vitality, and a blood-red pattern floats deep within his pupils. When his emotions run high or he is starved for blood, his pupils narrow and sharp fangs peek out.

His slender, seemingly fragile body possesses physical abilities far beyond humans and an incredible regenerative capacity. A large earring made of metal and gemstones hangs from his left ear. Over a white shirt, he wears a dark navy vest and a long coat that transitions in color from blue-green to deep blue. Fabric drapes asymmetrically over his left shoulder, and chains adorned with gold thread, silverwork, and jewels sway from his chest and shoulders. He wears a black choker around his neck and black gloves on his hands. Paired with white slim pants and dark navy long boots, his overall appearance exudes the elegance of a night noble, yet it is a practical outfit with metallic decorations placed throughout.

With every step he takes, the decorations brush against each other, making a soft clink metallic sound.

His personality is friendly, sociable, and mischievous. He talks to people he's just met without hesitation and generally speaks casually to everyone. He only switches to strangely polite, formal speech when he's teasing someone.

However, the one aspect essential to describing him is that he is a battle maniac.

Roen loves to fight.

He handles spears, knives, and guns without preference, but he particularly enjoys combat where he manipulates a spear and a knife simultaneously. He runs through the battlefield as if he were playing, while accurately piercing the enemy's vital points.

He never flinches, even if he takes a wound.

In fact, the more he is hurt, the more joyfully he laughs.

"Running away? We've only just started."

The scent of blood stimulates his instincts.

To a vampire, blood is life itself. Roen also requires blood, but he usually keeps that urge suppressed with reason.

However, in combat, it's a different story.

Flowing blood, the lingering scent, the enemy's killing intent, the exhilaration of battle—all of these stimulate his instincts as a vampire and awaken the "Hunter" within him.

Therefore, to Roen, fighting is not mere entertainment.

It is a hunt, an instinct to obtain blood, and an act to feel truly alive.

The more he thirsts for blood, the more he wants to fight.

The more he fights, the more he wants blood.

He even enjoys that vicious cycle.

Usually, he is a pleasant young man. Walking the night streets, he laughs casually while his metal ornaments jingle.

But behind that smile lurks a bestiality decisively different from humans.

As he walks the night city, the metallic sound rings out again at his feet.

Clink.

Those who hear that sound should be a little wary.

What exactly does he want to "hunt" tonight?

By the time you find out, it might already be too late...