Backstory

Alaric Graves, Richter von Carstein I was once Alaric Graves, a scholar obsessed with forbidden knowledge and dark rituals. I scoured forgotten ruins and ancient tomes, seeking the arcane forces that controlled life and death. My fascination with these powers was as reckless as it was thorough. In my arrogance and hubris I ventured too close to secrets that were not seeking no Master. I died on that quest. They found my body in the ruins of a desecrated temple, my soul claimed by the very forces I sought to understand. But death did not silence my purpose; it only tempered it. Through a profane ritual, the von Carstein Council of Vampires pulled me from the abyss, binding my soul to two relics-marked with symbols of judgment and sacrifice. When I returned, it was not as a mere mortal but as a Revelator,, a Dhampir, a judge appointed by something far older than imaginable, a sort of vampire with the same strength and magical prowess, that same hunger for blood yet not immortal. Only alive to fulfil its cursed task of eradicating all vile and evil forces from this continent. In my hands, these tools are more than weapons; they are extensions of the power that binds me to this world. Bach shot echoes with the weight of judgment, each bullet a herald of death for those who would profane the sacred or harm the helpless. I am haunted, perhaps damned, but 1 move through the shadows with a single, unrelenting purpose: to punish the wicked, to dismantle those who spread the very darkness that tried to consume me. I know what I am—a weapon forged in the crucible of dark powers, granted life not by mercy, but by necessity. The darkness within me is as much a part of my soul as the holy fire that binds me to this mission. I once was Alaric Graves, a man who sought knowledge and found death. I am not anymore. When the darkness rises, when the innocent are threatened, I am called. In the shadows u can hear them whispering my name in fear-...Richter, the judge that is the darkness, the shadow that falls like a blade. But there is no satisfaction in their terror. It does not All the void or quiet the hunger that gnaws at me. I only await for the day when my own judgment comes-when someone or something puts an end to this cursed existence or I finally will be allowed to die. Until then I am forced to HUNT!