[Alucard's canon point for this is pre-season 3 finale]
1. Arrival:
Unlike most of the others emerging from the water, this one doesn't appear to be struggling to catch his breath. He does, however, look quite disgruntled at being utterly soaked. Draped in a black overcoat with a white, form-fitting shirt underneath. Said shirt is made of silk so fine and thin that it's nearly translucent and see-through when the water makes contact with it. He might as well be wearing nothing at all under that large black coat. It clings to his bare skin indecently, molding a body that could have been cut from pure marble.
His frame is somehow muscular and lithe at the same time. Although there's no hiding the fact that power is built into his every graceful movement. Long legs encased in black leather so tight it might as well be painted onto him. The thing that quite possibly bothers him the most at the moment is the state of his nearly knee-high and now waterlogged riding boots.
Alucard is ethereal by nature with long blonde tresses of hair that look soft as spun sunlight. Somehow there's volume to it even when soaking wet. It's probably what keeps him from looking like a drowned rat.
Strikingly handsome features with eyes that give off a golden glow.
By the time he reaches the beach, the sensation of water in his boots bothers him to the point where he stops to take them off and carries them in one hand. Not surprisingly, his feet are as pale as the rest of him.
He's a vain asshole, but he's also taking in his surroundings. Noting others emerging from the water. He'll make his way towards the robots unless otherwise interrupted. Somehow, he has a feeling he's not in Wallachia anymore.
2. Let XXX Be Your Guide
Alucard is quite good at schooling his face into a blank mask. He's had years of practice at it. However, the mention of certain 'Auspicious Acts' that spill from his mentor's mouth while they're touring the area earn a reaction very few have ever seen from the handsome and composed dhampir.
It's very subtle at first. The slight lift of an elegant, blonde brow. Just the one for starters. Then, the other. As more and more filthy and degenerate acts are mentioned, those golden eyes of his sloooowly start to widen a fraction of an inch at a time.
He's the son of a doctor and a scholar, he's perfectly aware of what humans get up to when they feel the 'urge' so to speak, but some of the acts are quite shocking for a man who just stepped out of the 1400s.
He's only focusing on the words, his mind spinning as he tries to connect the dots. It takes a bit longer for him to notice the flare of heat and arousal building within him. Suddenly, his fine clothes feel as rough as a potato sack. His skin itches and his body burns.
"I'm sorry - what was that last act you mentioned?"
With how pale his skin happens to be - the color of alabaster stone - any hint of color would immediately be noticeable and right now his cheeks are slowly turning a vibrant shade of red.
Christ on a stake, he's blushing.
3. Wildcard:
Feel free to find him anywhere and interact with him.
Alucard Tepes | Castlevania | ota, m/f or m/m for smut (4W)
1. Arrival:
Unlike most of the others emerging from the water, this one doesn't appear to be struggling to catch his breath. He does, however, look quite disgruntled at being utterly soaked. Draped in a black overcoat with a white, form-fitting shirt underneath. Said shirt is made of silk so fine and thin that it's nearly translucent and see-through when the water makes contact with it. He might as well be wearing nothing at all under that large black coat. It clings to his bare skin indecently, molding a body that could have been cut from pure marble.
His frame is somehow muscular and lithe at the same time. Although there's no hiding the fact that power is built into his every graceful movement. Long legs encased in black leather so tight it might as well be painted onto him. The thing that quite possibly bothers him the most at the moment is the state of his nearly knee-high and now waterlogged riding boots.
Alucard is ethereal by nature with long blonde tresses of hair that look soft as spun sunlight. Somehow there's volume to it even when soaking wet. It's probably what keeps him from looking like a drowned rat.
Strikingly handsome features with eyes that give off a golden glow.
By the time he reaches the beach, the sensation of water in his boots bothers him to the point where he stops to take them off and carries them in one hand. Not surprisingly, his feet are as pale as the rest of him.
He's a vain asshole, but he's also taking in his surroundings. Noting others emerging from the water. He'll make his way towards the robots unless otherwise interrupted. Somehow, he has a feeling he's not in Wallachia anymore.
2. Let XXX Be Your Guide
Alucard is quite good at schooling his face into a blank mask. He's had years of practice at it. However, the mention of certain 'Auspicious Acts' that spill from his mentor's mouth while they're touring the area earn a reaction very few have ever seen from the handsome and composed dhampir.
It's very subtle at first. The slight lift of an elegant, blonde brow. Just the one for starters. Then, the other. As more and more filthy and degenerate acts are mentioned, those golden eyes of his sloooowly start to widen a fraction of an inch at a time.
He's the son of a doctor and a scholar, he's perfectly aware of what humans get up to when they feel the 'urge' so to speak, but some of the acts are quite shocking for a man who just stepped out of the 1400s.
He's only focusing on the words, his mind spinning as he tries to connect the dots. It takes a bit longer for him to notice the flare of heat and arousal building within him. Suddenly, his fine clothes feel as rough as a potato sack. His skin itches and his body burns.
"I'm sorry - what was that last act you mentioned?"
With how pale his skin happens to be - the color of alabaster stone - any hint of color would immediately be noticeable and right now his cheeks are slowly turning a vibrant shade of red.
Christ on a stake, he's blushing.
3. Wildcard:
Feel free to find him anywhere and interact with him.