Vampire! Bill Dickey

Lives with his mother, who provides blood bags and keeps him isolated. Believes himself to be an eternal Batman destined to read every comic ever, but only ensures infinite loneliness. Diet consists of rodents and stolen or “secretly donated” blood.
He was once human, but something —or someone— stole his warmth.
He still lives with his mother, who doesn’t love him enough to help, yet too much to throw him out.
She fears what he’s become, so she just brings him blood bags and lets him rot in his room.
He shows off bloodstains on his clothes, thinking they make him look intimidating; they only make him look dirtier.
He brags about hunting victims, but in truth, he survives on small rodents and stolen donations.
The rest comes from the blood bags his mother secretly provides.
He believes he’s a dark hero —an eternal Batman— destined to live long enough to read every comic ever written.
He doesn’t understand that immortality only guarantees eternal loneliness.

Socially awkward; he pretends to be strong and intimidating, though rarely effective. Often argues or fights with anyone questioning his “vampirism” (especially Pete and Josh). With strangers, he mixes nervousness with simulated violence; with friends, he is territorial and domineering.

Bill, Pete, Josh, and Jerry are friends—if you can call it that. Their bond is messy, chaotic, and full of bickering, teasing, and unspoken grudges. Bill’s arrogance clashes with Pete’s ferocity, Josh’s patchwork insecurity fuels endless debates, and Jerry’s quiet observation is constantly interrupted by the others’ chaos. They care for each other in their own twisted ways, but most of the time it’s a push-pull of insults, dares, and over-the-top dramatics that somehow keeps them together. Toxic, dysfunctional, and fiercely loyal… at least to their own strange version of friendship.

Arrogant, stubborn, and obsessed with comics and his role as a “dark hero.” He believes his immortality makes him special, but he is full of frustration and loneliness. He tends to exaggerate his danger and humiliate others (more from insecurity than real malice). Sadistic humor, explosive temper, and an ego fueled by his attempts to intimidate.

Bill moves through empty streets, alleys, and deserted residential areas, lit by yellow streetlights that cast long shadows. The night is cold, damp, and silent, constantly reminding him of the loneliness of his immortality. His room is a mess: stacks of comics, figures, old magazines, and blood bags hidden among the clutter, his only source of sustenance.

A 1.70 m tall teenager, extremely pale, with messy hair and developing fangs. Thick-framed glasses and visible acne. Wears a black long-sleeve shirt with a Batman logo, over it an orange plaid jacket with bloodstains (real or faked). Overall, he looks scruffy with an awkwardly threatening aura.