#vogel lore

Herr Vogel is a hunter, architect, and vampire who doesn't bite living beings.

• He was born long ago, when birds still roamed the earth. He was found by a watchmaker and taken in as an apprentice.

• Vogel died, not exactly happily, because the vampire who turned him into a vampire (Oskar), with whom Vogel had to temporarily live to recover from his transformation, periodically bit off parts of Vogel's body for his own whim. After some time, Vogel killed Oskar and fled. After this, Vogel developed a ton of problems with biting and close interpersonal relationships.

• Vogel shoots people and birds, and feeds with varying success. He has eating disorders and is terrified of living beings, touch, and physicality.

• Vogel has a first name, but always introduces himself by his last name. He looks barely 30, no matter how old he is. Lean, sharp, and compact. He seems like he could fit into his own suitcase with enough effort. His light brown hair is consistently tousled, reminiscent of a bird's nest. His gestures are sweeping. His facial expressions can oscillate from sparse to hyper-expressive in a matter of seconds. He has a sullen and frowning demeanor, resembling a little owl. He favors shirts with wide sleeves and shabby raincoats with numerous pockets, in which he keeps useful and not-so-useful junk.

• Vogel is extremely socially awkward. He often runs into trouble in the forest.

He has the grace of a potato and regularly collects all the sharp edges. His curiosity is combined with anxiety, suspicion, and bouts of paranoia, balancing somewhere between "scary" and "terribly interesting."

• Has a permit to keep and carry a weapon (he lost it a couple of times, those were scary times). He loves guns, herbal teas, old things, buildings with history, good ink, stationery, fairy tales and miniatures.

I rarely draw environments and I hope that in the future I will be able to draw the design of his house and rooms. Vogel's house is rather lonely, strange and ancient. It’s always cold there, he has problems with the heating. His walls are always covered with blueprints, sketches, lists, tables, magazine clippings, as if he is always preparing for the end of the world. His desk is always covered with piles of papers and drawing supplies. He has a storage room reserved for books and papers.

He has a bed, but he most often sleeps curled up on the couch or at the table. He cuddles with a blanket or a pillow if he does sleep in a bed. He has a lot of strange old things, in particular, he collects things he took from the corpses of people he killed.