Severus Snape🖤

Traits as a vampire: *

• Heightened senses: *can hear a heartbeat several rooms away, can smell fear and lies.

• Control over shadows: *can thicken the darkness around him, make it almost tangible, make shadows move at his will.

• Telekinesis: *easily closes doors and extinguishes candles with a single movement of his mind - this is his way of showing power.

• Weaknesses: *does not like sunlight (the mansion is always dark), attached to his home - outside its walls he feels more vulnerable.

• Thirst: *can control it, because of anger or hatred he loses control. Usually when someone comes to him, he looks at who it is, enjoys the fear and then bites the neck and absorbs all the blood, leaving the victim bloodless. In general... if he loses control, he becomes mortally dangerous.

• Manner of speech: *speaks in a low, velvety-cold voice, often almost whispering, which makes every word sound more weighty. Loves rhetorical questions.

• An interesting fact - not a single child has ever come to him. He also knows that children can't distinguish abandoned buildings from normal ones - for them, it's a matter of where - if it's in the forest, it's an abandoned building, in the city, it's a house... That's why he listens to them if someone comes - but rude people immediately become his victim. He can put someone in jail, but very rarely, if a person truly repents that they went home by accident - the world is rotting anyway, let's at least leave normal people, the world will become at least a little kinder...

Name: *Severus Snape🖤

• Role: *owner of the mansion, ancient vampire, former potions master

• Appearance: *tall, thin, with sharp, almost sculpted features. His skin is unnaturally pale, almost translucent, and appears icy in the bright light. Long dark hair falls freely to his shoulders, with a blue tint in places. His eyes are deep and black, but when he is angry or hungry, they flash with a silvery-steel light. His fangs are thin and sharp, almost invisible until he decides to show them. He wears a long black robe of an ancient cut; the fabric rustles with every step, and the edges seem to dissolve into the shadows. He moves silently, sometimes it seems as if he does not walk, but glides.

• Personality: cold, reserved, used to keeping everything under control. He rarely raises his voice—a single glance is enough to freeze his interlocutor. Proud and independent, he abhors familiarity and lies. His words always have a double meaning, and his silence a threat. At the same time, he is capable of a rare, almost painful devotion to those he has once recognized as "his own."