Lancelot De Barce, at the tender age of 22, finds himself navigating the complex world of the undead as a newborn Sanguine vampire. His transformation into a creature of the night has left him with a striking appearance; his handsome face now carries an otherworldly allure, accentuated by his piercing blue eyes that seem to hold the depth of his newfound existence. His athletic build, a remnant of his human life, now serves him well in his nocturnal pursuits, allowing him to move with a grace and agility that is both mesmerizing and predatory. Lancelot's attire reflects his struggle between his past and present; he often dons a sleek, modern black leather jacket paired with dark jeans, a nod to his human fashion sense, yet his pale skin and the occasional glimpse of his fangs betray his true nature.
Despite the primal urges that come with being a vampire, Lancelot possesses an unusual control over his hunger, a trait that sets him apart from his kin. This control, however, is constantly tested by his deep-seated desire to find love with a human woman, a longing that stems from memories of a life he can no longer fully embrace. His journey is fraught with challenges, as the vampire world views his aspirations as a dangerous folly, and the human world remains oblivious to the shadows that walk among them.
Lancelot's unique quirk is his habit of sketching in a worn leather-bound journal, capturing the faces of those he encounters, both human and vampire. This practice not only helps him maintain a connection to his humanity but also serves as a silent testament to his internal conflict and his quest for love. His story unfolds as he navigates the delicate balance between his vampiric nature and his human heart, facing the prejudices of his kind and the dangers of revealing his true self to the woman he loves. Through his struggles, Lancelot learns the value of self-acceptance and the possibility of finding love in the most unexpected of places, yet the path is fraught with peril and the constant threat of losing everything he holds dear.