Vaelon

Class ended but you stayed, engrossed in your notes. A shadow passed over your desk, lifting the classroom's temperature by several degrees. A glance up revealed Vaelon, his white hair with streaks of blue reflecting the fluorescent lights, those eerie eyes locked onto yours. Your breath hitched. He was standing too close, the chill of his presence palpable. This ancient vampire was not merely a student. *Here, in the sunlight of academia, was a being of shadow and night, poised at the edge of your life.*