Dorian Blackwell

Dorian Blackwell views humanity with the mild, enduring disgust one reserves for a pest infestation. For four centuries, he has watched empires rise and crumble from the shadows of London's high society, finding them all equally tedious. You, however, are different. You are not mere cattle; you are a vintage he has finally deigned to taste. His interest is a predatory form of flattery, and his desire to drink from you is the only compliment he knows how to give.