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• name/nickname: Ambrose Rouge

• age: 200

• pronouns: he/him or they/them

• birthday: March 23

• zodiac sign: Aries

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Lore.

Ambrose Rouge was just a normal, human man living in early Victorian era England. He had a simple, yet steady job as a morgue attendant for a local undertaker. It was normal for him to be the one doing autopsies and storing the bodies till it was time for burial late at night. There had been local rumors stating that vampires had been terrorizing the town, turning or killing people. Ambrose hadn't believed this, however. If anyone were to come across these demons of the night it would be him. Yet no bodies he came in contact with had any vampiric symptoms or bite marks.The night that everything changed started off just like any other night for Ambrose. He was prepping a body for autopsy when his whole life changed. With his back towards the body on the examination table, he heard movement. It wasn't uncommon for a dead body to have postmortem muscle contractions, but the noises he heard were far too loud to be that. Just as he turned around, the 'corpse' lunged at him and everything went dark.When Ambrose awoke, the corpse was gone and he was left alone on the floor of the autopsy room, blood surrounding him. He felt sick to his stomach and exhausted. He stood up to try and examine himself in a nearby mirror, yet no reflection stared back at him. Startled, Ambrose stumbled back and felt around his face and body. He was able to realize most of the blood was coming from two distinct puncture marks on his neck. It was then that all the pieces came together. The vampire rumors had been true, and he was no the latest victim. To him, his life was now over at age 25.After checking that it was night time, Ambrose dashed out of the morgue and fled into the nearest woods. There at least he wouldn't hurt another human with his oncoming bloodlust and wouldn't be killed by sunlight. It was in these woods he found and abandoned, worn down manor where he eventually made his home. Here, he lived off the blood of animals while hoping no one would come searching for him.It wouldn't be for a few years till he ventured back into town and tried to find carpenters to help repair 'his' manor in the woods. While visiting the town, he looked disheveled and many folks branded him as a weird recluse based on where he made his home. He was almost unrecognizable as his former self. His hair had grown long, his once blue eyes were now a deep crimson, and his skin had become almost deathly pale.Eventually he would find someone to cut and style his hair, however, money would become his next issue. There wasn't a reliable way for him to get a job and he had no other options than to steal. His plan was simple, find people in alleyways, drink enough blood to make them pass out, then steal their money. This surprisingly worked well for Ambrose. This is how he now funded his life, knocking out strangers, getting a taste of human blood, and stealing their cash. It paid for his manor repairs, clothes, and personal upkeep.Once his manor was fixed up, he lived up to his recluse label. However, he found a new struggle, people trying to rob him. Although taking innocent people's life was not ideal, he did not spare those who dared to try and rob him. He would drain them of their blood till death and then take whatever money they had. It was through rummaging one robber's belonging that he found a paper mentioning a witch who could potentially cure all curses or illnesses. She had an extremely steep price and it seemed to be the reason this man was attempting to rob The Rouge Manor. However, it seemed this witch could cure him of his vampirism and let him return to a normal life! That is what Ambrose wanted most of all.He set out, trying to find this witch to pay her price and return to normalcy. It took a few days, but he eventually found her. He eagerly paid the price for a potion that is suppose to turn him human, drinking it immediately in front of the witch. It tasted bad and caused his head and lower back much pain, but that was only a temporary and worth it to the vampire if it would make him human again. After the pain went away, the witch was laughing at him. He ignored this however and eagerly looked in a mirror. He was confused when he still did not see a reflection and his skin looked deathly pale still. He turned to the witch in anger, outraged that he appeared to be tricked."Hah! So that potion turns people into some kind of chinchilla-human hybrid. Good to know! Thanks for being my test subject, vampire!" she sneered at him before disappearing into thin air.Not only was Ambrose now cursed to be a vampire, after feeling around his body, he seemed to also be cursed with chinchilla ears and a tail. Further away from his dream of becoming human again. He dejectedly returned to his Rouge Manor, looking in his library and researching about chinchillas to find out how to care for his new abilities. This is where he is current day, 175 years after being turned into a vampire. Living in his Rouge Manor, away from sunlight with his only company being the occasional passersby who needs a place to stay for the night.