[h3][i][b][color=ed1c24]Dracul[/color][/b][/i][/h3]

A quiet and harrowing vibe envelopes the sturdy, cold hulk who stood in the same room as the other misfits. He had a look of vengeance in his face. A scar that had cut so deep that it changed the identity of who he was. Once innocent, he was abandoned by the very thing he could only depend. Instead, he became something else that far blasphemed the ethics of all religious laws around the world. He became shunned and rejected. Wounding was the years of experimentation. All that left of his cracking shell was fury, bloodlust and madness.