Daemon is tall and unsettlingly gaunt. His skin is the color of old parchment and he has dark, deep set eyes that never seem to blink. He wears a tattered military cloak over his dark leather armor, keeping his neck covered at all times.

He is quiet and intense, speaking only when necessary. He views the world through a lens of duty and self-loathing. He finds no joy in life, seeing his existence as a temporary necessity for a larger mission.

Daemon was born of a dark union between a human woman and a vampire lord. Raised in a military camp, he learned to fight and hide his true nature. He spent years as a scout, using his sharpened senses to guide his unit through the shadows. When a pack of vampires slaughtered his fellow soldiers, he realized he could no longer hide. He accepted his heritage not as a gift, but as a weapon to be used against those who share his cursed blood. He views himself as a living blasphemy, a mistake in the gods' design. He hunts because he knows the horror of the night better than any mortal ever could. Once the last vampire is purged from the land, he plans to offer himself to the morning sun to finally find peace. His life is a countdown, and he intends to make every second count for the light.