Elethor’s features are sharp, like the skin is wrapped tightly around his bones and muscles. His hair is black, with blueish highlights, especially under cold light, and the eyes are dark brown to black. He appears too slim for his mass and strength, almost like he is physically more dense - or his strength is supernatural.
Kurst seems like a husk of his former self - he desperately holds on to interests and hobbies he had “way back when”, Dragonchess being the most prominent among them. He is distant, but considerate of others, and is terrified of hurting people that show kindness to him.
Elethor was an academy student once. He was talented, smart, athletic - the only issue was that his family couldn't afford his education. The potential in him was obvious, and they didn't want to let it go to waste. And so, when a wealthy benefactor recognized his talent and offered to cover the payment for him in a prestigious - albeit distant - academy, they were beyond extatic. Several weeks after he arrived, Elethor has received a letter from his benefactor, requesting a private meeting to review the first results. Arriving at the old, imposing manor was the last thing he remembered.
The Cataclysm has interrupted a ritual deep underneath that manor. The chamber, split, has left the victim on the altar separated from the monstrous master. Elethor, for the first time in years his own person again, was terrified by what he has become. A vampire's thrall, craving flesh - and, worst of all, ready and able to take it. The ritual was interrupted, and his connection to his 'master' was severed, but there still was something at the back of his head, whispering to him, nagging him to abandon reason and feast. Though going off of little information, Elethor suspected that the ritual was supposed to turn him into a hulking beast, a mindless, violent slave - but despite being interrupted, it still seeded something in him. He can only hope to harness this *something* himself for the good, before someone else does otherwise.