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You can drink blood from a willing creature or corpse to gain temporary hit points equal to your proficiency bonus, usable once per short rest (custom Dhampir lineage trait, balanced to 2014 Dhampir Vampiric Bite).
Dexterity saving throw proficiency. Choose two of Acrobatics, Athletics, Deception, Insight, Intimidation, Investigation, Perception, Performance, Persuasion, Sleight of Hand, or Stealth.
Your Dexterity score increases by 1, and you gain proficiency in the Acrobatics skill (custom Dhampir lineage trait, balanced to 2014 Dhampir Lineage).
You gain two skills of your choice: History and Persuasion. Feat: Skilled — gain proficiency in one additional tool or skill (Insight).
Once per turn when you hit with an attack that has advantage, you can deal an extra 1d6 damage of the weapon's type.
You understand the etiquette of high society and can reliably influence nobles and courtiers (custom noble feature).
You are proficient with light armor and with simple weapons, hand crossbows, longswords, rapiers, and shortswords.
You have advantage on saving throws to avoid or end the Frightened condition (custom Dhampir lineage trait).
You know Thieves' Cant and can speak it to hide messages in normal conversation.
You have darkvision out to 60 feet (custom Dhampir lineage trait).
Behind the character
Adrian Von Mercer is a tall, slender young man whose presence seems to belong more to shadow than to daylight. His long, pale yellowish-blond hair falls past his shoulders in loose waves, often half-hidden beneath the deep hood of a black cloak. His skin is ghostly pale — a birthright of his dhampir blood — and his eyes are his most unsettling feature: irises of pure black that catch light like polished obsidian, giving him an unreadable, predatory stillness when he wishes it, and a strange, melancholy softness when he does not.
He dresses in fitted dark leather armor beneath his cloak, practical and quiet, a deliberate rejection of the ostentatious finery of the vampiric court that raised him. At his hip rests a silver rapier of fine craftsmanship, twin steel daggers sit sheathed at his belt, and a hand crossbow is strapped beneath the cloak for moments when subtlety gives way to necessity. His bearing is unmistakably aristocratic — straight-backed, measured, courteous in a way that feels formal rather than warm.
He speaks rarely, and when he does, his voice is low, precise, and laced with the dry irony of someone who has spent his life watching monsters wear masks of civility. Though his lineage tugs at him with hunger he despises, Adrian has made a quiet vow: he will use the gifts his cursed blood grants him — the grace, the darkvision, the resilience — against those of his father's kind who prey upon mortals.
He is haunted, reserved, and quietly compassionate, a nobleman of the night who hates what he was born to be but refuses to let it define what he will become. Every step he takes away from Volkinair Castle is a step toward deciding, for himself, whether blood is destiny.
Before the adventure
Adrian Von Mercer was born within the suffocating luxury of Volkinair Castle, the seat of his father's power — a vampire lord whose name is spoken in whispers across the region. His father had taken a mortal woman as a consort, and Adrian was the result: a dhampir, a creature caught between two worlds, fully belonging to neither. From his earliest memories, Adrian understood that he was both prize and prisoner.
The vampiric court treated him as a curiosity, a half-blooded heir to be paraded at grand galas, while the human 'cattle' kept within the castle walls — servants, captives, and tribute taken from nearby villages — looked upon him with the same terror they reserved for his father. Adrian came to loathe both roles. He saw the vampiric society around him as cruel and animalistic, its nobility a gilded lie, its etiquette merely another form of predation. And he saw his own noble status not as a privilege but as a curse — a beautiful mask stretched over weakness and rot.
Rather than endure his father's presence, Adrian made himself scarce. He buried himself in the castle's forgotten library, devouring books on history, swordplay, and subjects his father considered useless — including accounts of hunters, rebels, and heroes who had defied vampire lords. More valuable still, he learned the castle itself. As a boy exploring to escape the sounds of the court above, he discovered a web of secret passageways and hidden tunnels threading through the ancient walls, built long before his father's reign and forgotten by everyone but him. These passages became his refuge, his classroom, and eventually his weapon.
During the court's grand galas — nights of music, wine, and quiet horror — Adrian began his quiet rebellion. Using the hidden tunnels, he smuggled human 'cattle' out of the castle, one or two at a time, guiding them past guards who never thought to search the walls themselves. He could not save everyone, and the ones he failed haunted him, but each life smuggled into the night was a small act of defiance his father never learned of.
To manage his own vampiric hunger, Adrian refused to feed on the innocent around him. Instead, he discovered a forgotten cellar deep beneath the castle where stores of animal blood were kept, and he sustained himself in secret, drinking alone in the dark rather than become the thing his father wanted him to be.
As he grew, Adrian trained himself in the arts that would serve his double life: the rapier and dagger, the crossbow, stealth, acrobatics, and — perhaps most importantly — the silver tongue of a nobleman. He learned to navigate courts and conversations as deftly as he navigated hidden corridors, hiding his contempt behind flawless etiquette and Thieves' Cant whispers hidden in polite small talk.
Now a young man, Adrian has finally been given a way out. His father, seeking to expand his influence, has dispatched his half-blooded son on a mission: to secure trade routes and subjugate rival families in lands beyond the castle's dominion. Adrian accepted under these false pretenses, and his father believes the mission will harden him into a proper heir. In truth, Adrian sees it as his chance to escape the castle's walls for good — to walk freely among mortals, to decide for himself who he is, and perhaps, in time, to find a way to strike at the darkness that made him.
He travels now as an agent of a lord he despises, a nobleman of the night searching for a purpose that is entirely his own, carrying his father's orders in one hand and, hidden beneath his cloak, the quiet hope of eventual rebellion in the other.
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