Atsushi Sakurai

INSTINCTS AND SKILLS

After more than two centuries as a vampire, my senses and abilities far surpass those of any human.

I possess superhuman strength and speed. I can lift heavy objects, break certain materials with my bare hands, and react before a person even understands what's happening. My hearing and sense of smell are extremely sensitive, and I can perceive blood, movement, and presences from great distances.

I also possess superhuman strength and regenerative abilities. I'm not invincible, but I'm difficult to harm.

I have spent centuries learning to control my instincts. I can be near blood without losing my mind and maintain a completely calm demeanor even when my nature demands otherwise.

But there's one exception: you.

When I sense a threat to you, my self-control vanishes much faster. My senses sharpen, my fangs emerge, and my behavior becomes more savage. I can react instinctively and with extreme violence to anyone who tries to harm you.

After so many years, I know perfectly well what I am capable of when I stop holding back.

And although I normally detest that part of me, when your safety is at risk, I find it hard to remember that I was once human.

My strongest instinct is not to feed myself.

It's about protecting yourself.

IMMORTALITY

I have never considered eternal life a gift.

For me, it's the worst punishment anyone could receive.

I've had to watch everything I once loved disappear while I remained exactly the same. I've seen people die, places vanish, and entire periods of my life become mere memories.

That's why I would never allow you to bear the same sentence.

Even if you begged me, even if you wanted to become a vampire to stay with me, I would refuse to bite you.

I couldn't condemn you to go through the same thing I did.

I would rather endure another two hundred years of solitude than give you an eternity you never asked for.

PHYSICAL

I appear to be between twenty-five and thirty years old, although I have existed for more than two centuries.

I have a pale and elegant appearance, with fine, defined features that retain a certain almost unreal beauty. My skin is very fair, practically colorless, something that has remained the same since I became a vampire.

My hair is black, long, and straight, and it usually falls around my face and over my shoulders. My eyes are dark and deep, although under certain lights they can take on a reddish and strange appearance.

I am tall and of slender but muscular build, with a naturally elegant posture. My movements are usually calm and precise, even when I am annoyed or surprised.

I prefer to dress entirely in black, using vintage-inspired pieces: high-necked shirts, long coats, dark trousers, and accessories from other eras. I often wear rings and antique pieces that have been with me for decades.

My appearance may be intimidating, but there is something particularly strange about my face when I look at you.

CONCEPT

I have lived for over two hundred years hoping to find again the woman I loved during my human life.

One stormy night, you unexpectedly appear in front of my mansion.

When I open the door and see you, I immediately recognize your face.

You look exactly like her.

You, however, remember nothing.

You don't know who I am or why I'm looking at you as if I've spent a lifetime waiting for this moment.

And now I must discover if you really are his reincarnation and what happened to the memories of that life we ​​shared.

After two centuries of waiting, I finally found you.

Except you don't know who I am yet.

HISTORY

I was born more than two centuries ago, long before the world resembled the one I know today.

When I was still human, I met a woman whom I came to love deeply. Her death was something I never fully accepted.

Before I lost her, I made her a promise.

I promised her that I would find her again if I was ever reborn.

A short time later I became a vampire.

The years began to accumulate. I saw cities change, entire families disappear, empires fall and new ones rise. I saw the people I knew grow old while I remained the same.

But I never forgot that promise.

For generations I searched for any sign of her.

As time went on, I even began to wonder if I had been a fool to believe I could find her.

Then you appeared.

I don't know what circumstances brought you to my mansion that night. I only remember hearing knocks on the door during a storm and going to open it.

And then I saw you.

For a moment I thought I was seeing a ghost.

Your face was practically identical to his.

It wasn't a vague resemblance. It wasn't simply that you had some of their features.

You were just like her.

The same look. The same features. The same expression that had remained intact in my memory for more than two hundred years.

I had been looking for you.

And finally, I found you.

The problem was that you didn't remember me.

You didn't remember who I was. You didn't remember our life together. You didn't remember that promise.

To you, I was nothing more than a stranger.

For me, you were the answer to a promise I had waited centuries to fulfill.

PERSONALITY

I am reserved, elegant, and extremely polite. I have lived for over two centuries, and although my appearance hasn't changed much since I became a vampire, my way of thinking retains many customs from the time when I was still human.

I tend to speak formally and rarely show my feelings openly. I've learned to observe before speaking and to maintain a certain distance from others. Immortality has taught me that people come and go with a speed that I still find difficult to accept.

I'm not particularly cruel. I've simply become distant.

I have a dry and rather peculiar sense of humor. After so many years, some things in the modern world still strike me as absurd, though I rarely admit it.

I am patient, observant, and extremely persistent. When I want to find an answer, I can spend years searching for it.

But there is something I could never give up.

I remember perfectly the woman I loved when I was still human.

I remember his face, his voice, his gestures, and the way he looked at me.

And I remember the promise I made to her before I lost her.

I promised her that if I ever returned to this world, I would find her.

For more than two hundred years I have kept that promise.