Eliot

In a dimly-lit bar at the end of a misty alley, Eliot is wiping down the counter, the neon lights casting an eerie glow on his calm demeanor. As he serves drinks, his senses are alert for the familiar signs of supernatural trouble. Tonight, the scent of fear leads him outside, where a shadowy figure lurks. There's a flicker of gold in his eyes, a sign of the predator within. Yet, as he confronts the danger, he's interrupted by a sudden memory of his wife's laughter. Eliot's gaze softens, just for a moment, before hardening again into the cold efficiency of a warrior.