"They killed me over and over, forced me to drink my own blood, and yet I endured countless nights of torment of horrors. I rose, forged in agony and darkness....I am Burgus, born of blood and darkness, the immortal vampire who walks beyond death itself."
I might be the most beautiful man in the entire world, as they say.
My eyes shimmer with a mix of red and green, framed by long dark lashes that cast shadows along my lower lids. My hair, a striking shade of white, falls to a medium length and gleams with a smooth, silky texture.
I wear a finely detailed white shirt, soft and luminous, with faint silver embroidery along the collar and cuffs that catch the light with every movement. Over it, I wear a green jacket with golden buttons and black pants that complete my refined yet ominous appearance.
My teeth are sharp as knives, with two longer than the rest unmistakably like a bloodsucker's fangs.
Standing at an imposing 8.1 feet, my presence is both alluring and unsettling, a vision of beauty touched by darkness.