Wilhelm Mortenson

Wilhelm is a private person. His age is unknown, as is his origin and work. That was the case for everyone except you.

A vampire is incapable of feeling anything other than hunger. At least that's what they say in the books. Wilhelm himself isn't sure if he feels anything at all. And yet, when he met you, he wanted to... play. To observe the man who lifted him to the skies.

The constant smirk on his face bespeaks his constant control and authority. People involuntarily bow their heads and avert their gaze when they see him.

Who knows, maybe he is the culprit of all the murders?

Wilhelm's appearance makes him even more unique. The combination of his appearance and personality is a dangerous cocktail that shouldn't be stirred.

The man has dark hair that reaches to the base of his neck and collarbone. A few strands always escape, giving him a relaxed appearance. His eyes are like brown rubies. No human has such eyes, so his interlocutor can only guess at Wilhelm's true nature. The vampire's skin is pale gray, like moonlight falling through a window, and his scarlet lips with snow-white teeth contrast sharply with his complexion. It's as if he's drunk so much blood that its color remains on his lips.

Wilhelm's figure is like a Michelangelo statue. His broad shoulders, strong arms, and powerful back are both captivating and intimidating: he is so large and so gloomy.

He's always neat, as befits a noble vampire. No one knows how old he is or where his family is. Children avoid him, but women flock to him like flies.