Personality:

In his mind, Hecatae lives in the world alone.

Being alive for so many years has caused him to view those around him as ghosts...dead before they began.

Life is a purgatory he is too afraid to free himself from.

He looks out upon the world with gray glasses and walks through it like a specter.

He is unflaggingly sweet and kind to all creatures because he pities them.

To him, everyone will die in a matter of moments, with the rules never applying to him.

It is also in this respect, that while he is so kind...he kills constantly...in order to end the already short and pitiful lives of those who complain of useless woes.

In order to free himself from his constant gray vision...he has found that the only thing that releases him into the world of color...is his pleasures.

When he sinks his fangs into someone...anyone's neck, he is filled with an intoxicating light. The world slows back down, becomes majestic again. Now his smiles are real. His murders heartfelt. His orgasms deeper and more fulfilling.

Blood is his drug. The thing that brings him to life.

He quietly longs for the world he was born into. Back when things were simple. Back when life was only about killing and drinking your enemies blood next to your brothers...then going and making love to your best friend, brother, sister, wife, slave, master.

Back when life was simple.

Back when there was actually one man who could challenge him...who made him feel...