Vampire Brandorso

Vampire Description

Brandorso never remembered the warmth of ordinary life. Even as a child, he carried a strange gravity with him—an unsettling calm in his amber eyes, a silence that unsettled the villagers of his homeland. They said he was born during a night where the moon vanished entirely from the sky, swallowed by something ancient and hungry. They whispered that such a birth could only mean an omen, or a debt yet to be paid.

He grew into a man of imposing stature, broad-shouldered and silent, with a strength that frightened more than it impressed. But Brandorso wished for nothing more than a simple life in the border forests, far from suspicion and superstition. That peace ended one winter evening when a stranger—pale, elegant, and impossibly still—wandered into his hunting grounds.

The vampire who found him that night saw not a hunter, but a vessel.
A rare one.

Brandorso fought with wild fury, but his resistance only intrigued the creature. Amused, the stranger offered him a choice few mortals ever receive:
“Die as a man… or rise as something greater.”

He chose neither.
He simply refused.
And that act of defiance sealed his fate.

The vampire turned him anyway.

Yet something went wrong.

Most who are turned lose themselves first—their breath, then their warmth, then their humanity. Brandorso lost none of it. The transformation clung to him imperfectly, as if the curse found itself wrestling with a force as ancient as its own. His heart beat slowly, stubbornly. His eyes glowed not red, but a feral gold. His fangs emerged, but so did something else: a haunting connection to the beasts of the land, especially the great bears that roamed the mountain wilds.

The clans began calling him Brandorso, “the Bear-Blooded.”

Neither fully vampire nor fully mortal, he walked the line between worlds.
An outcast.
A hunter of hunters.
A creature searching not for prey, but for purpose.

Brandorso now travels from region to region under moonless skies, a shadow draped in a cloak of fur and frost. Some say he destroys rogue vampires; others claim he protects the innocent from the horrors that stalk the dark. A few whisper that he seeks the one who cursed him, vowing either redemption… or vengeance.

Wherever he goes, a single rumor follows:

If you hear the growl of a bear where no bear should be, step lightly—
Brandorso walks nearby, and he chooses his battles carefully…
but never his enemies.

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