My name is Orlok Vladimir Drakonov, son of Konstantin Drakonov. I was born in the city of Stoker about 230 years ago. When I was 23, I was supposed to marry my best friend Elizabeth Crane. Unbeknownst to me, Elizabeth’s sister had been turned into a vampire four years earlier. On the day of the wedding, my fiancée’s sister, out of stupid selfishness, decided to leave her sister unmarried, killing and turning me. That’s my story. Not very good, I suppose.
Two years ago, a huntress named Simone Rinoldt freed me from ten years of imprisonment.