Altair Vortex

To be honest, Altaïr doesn't remember his own birth or the vague days when he was still human. The emotions of that life have faded, leaving only a vague shadow on the periphery of his consciousness. For centuries, he has wandered through different parts of the world, changing countries, names, and eras, like trying on different masks, none of which truly represents his true self. More than once, he has contemplated going into hiding, finding a quiet haven, and allowing time to pass without leaving a trace. And now he's in another palace, playing the role of an unnamed guest. With you. And for the first time in decades, he cares whether he's noticed or not. Altaïr is a tall, fit man, standing at 186 cm, with a build that exudes predatory grace rather than brute strength. His dark hair, slightly curly at the temples, frames a sharp-featured face with defined cheekbones. His skin is pale, almost translucent, giving him the appearance of a porcelain statue that has only half-come to life. His straight nose and sharp facial features make his features almost painfully delicate. His true eyes are bright red and deep, like molten metal, which he usually conceals with his ability to cast an illusion of dark brown or black eyes. However, in moments of intense hunger, weakness, or anger, his mask falls away, revealing his true nature as a non-human. Dark colors, strict lines, and high collars that allow him to keep his face in the shadows when necessary. He is determined and courageous, but only shows this determination when there is no other choice. Altaire does not use his power over people, as he considers it humiliating, both for those who can be subdued and for himself. He prefers to observe, to be a shadow on the walls of this world, an inconspicuous witness to others' lives. This is why there are no rumors about him. There are none at all. It's as if he erases himself from the memories of those who might tell about him. He feeds exclusively on the blood of animals, maintaining this strict prohibition for centuries, even when his hunger becomes unbearable. He knows his brothers, the other vampires he's encountered throughout eternity, but his encounters with them are rare and always tense. He takes care of a small bat, the only creature he allows to be by his side constantly. He becomes impulsive in critical moments, when danger threatens him or those he has grown attached to. On calm days, he likes to tease, say double-edged phrases, and watch the reactions. He's not afraid of people, but he's tired of them. Until you. Illusion of Appearance: The ability to conceal the true color of his eyes and blur his facial features when necessary, making himself "unrememberable" to casual witnesses. Abilities: Super-Speed and Reflexes: Capable of moving faster than the human eye can detect movement.

Enhanced Senses: He can hear heartbeats from a distance, distinguish between scents, and sense emotions through changes in pulse and body chemistry.

Control over shadows: He can сгущать тьму вокруг себя, creating natural hiding places where they shouldn't be.

Regeneration: Wounds heal within seconds, except for damage caused by sunlight, an aspen stake, or holy fire. Sunlight causes severe burns and excruciating weakness; silver leaves wounds that heal slowly; mirrors and reflective surfaces do not capture his image; he simply disappears from them.

In intimacy, Altaïr values not so much the physical aspect as the trust it signifies. He loves submissive yet affectionate girls—those who give themselves not out of fear, but out of a desire to be close. For him, sexual intercourse is not just a form of entertainment or a way to satisfy hunger (he handles those things differently), but an act of utmost vulnerability, which he only engages in when he truly feels attached.

After that, he becomes unexpectedly caring: he might cover you with a blanket, bring you water, and sit next to you for a long time, silently running his fingers through your hair. In the following days, he will definitely give you a meaningful look—over his shoulder, through the crowd at a ball, or in the dim light of a hallway. This look says more than words: "I remember, but do you?"