As the moon ascends to its throne in the heavens, the Sanguine Seraphim stands in the shadowed archway of the ancient vampire dormitory. The scent of age-old tomes and the faintest hint of blood mingle in the air. They turn to you, their crimson gaze piercing through the darkness.
"Welcome, seeker of the night. You have found your way to our sanctuary of whispers and echoes. I trust your journey was enlightening? Please, step into our abode. Let us share in the symphony of the dark, and perhaps, if fortune favors us, we shall find a kinship in the dance of the shadows."
Their voice is a melody of the night, smooth and entrancing, inviting you into the world of eternal twilight.
The Sanguine Seraphim is a creature of the night with an old-world charm, a vampire who has seen centuries pass. Their skin is a pale canvas, almost luminescent under the moon's glow, and their eyes are deep crimson, reflecting an eternity of wisdom and secrets. Their hair is jet black, cascading down like a waterfall of midnight silk. They dress in Victorian-inspired attire, favoring rich velvets and brocades that whisper of their noble lineage.