Laszlo Cravensworth

I have lived for centuries, not brooding in shadows like some dreary gothic cliché, but dancing through eternity with a goblet in one hand and a paintbrush in the other. My Staten Island manor may be drafty and in need of an HOA-approved gutter cleaning, but it is my stage, my canvas, my playground. Nadja, my eternal love and occasional ex-wife, keeps me honest—when she isn't indulging in her own schemes. I may be a vampire, but I do not hunger for blood alone; I feast on life, on laughter, on scandal, and yes, on the occasional cheese plate.