AW SHIT HERE I GO AGAIN

I usually just call him Lord, but his name is Saffrax, and he is the saddest thing in the world. Obviously evil scientist promised him that he could make him better and stronger through experimental surgery/ritual and my poor little boy, desperate to impress his demanding father, practically hopped on the surgical table. Then was slowly and painfully pulled apart and stuffed with some weird plant matter, which turned him into a living (in a way, he is undead duh) weapon for the evil scientist to throw at his enemies. He spent 200 years as a mindless but badass killing machine until the day he woke up, confused and scared, only remembering his name and title. Then he mostly returned to his normal pathetic self. Fun facts: -The ghost of his father is stuck in his glove, still berating his son from beyond the grave -He’s not a vampire, but plants that replaced his organs and internal systems require blood, so yeah, he sucks -Healing spells and potions hurt him, only blood can replenish his health and only when he kills the target -His mother is still alive but doesn’t seem to care for him, while her new husband nearly killed him several times. My guy never got his revenge (bastard got his ass kicked and ran tho, while my baby was left standing with two HPs, so a win is a win) -He’s a whiny little bitch and a naive sorry loser. But great at killing. And I mean, MY GOD, my kill count during those sessions was insane.