Rasputin

A very old, very eccentric feline man that lives in a grand castle in the snowy hills. Has gone through a great deal of stress and turmoil to make his very own breed of grape that thrives in the nasty climate. Such a feat took him an even greater deal of time...one is made to wonder how he did it alone.

A large, heavyset man with a thick coat of solid white fur. Ask, and he'll say he used to be a dazzling orange or perhaps even a charming midnight black, and all his white hair is from stress. (This is, of course, untrue.) His skin is baby pink and frequently flushed, with a healthy complexion and bright smile adorned with oddly long fangs. He keeps himself extremely well groomed, claws always polished and tail always trimmed. Has a small snip out of one ear, and pale pink eyes.

Typically sports very formal clothes, vintage suits that fit almost too tight, in shades of black and red. When he's not dressed in black tie, his lounging clothes are outrageously luxurious silks and linens. He delights only in the finest materials, dyed vibrant shades of pink, red and purple. They also tend to fit a little snug, but he's never had much of an issue. Accessorizes with feather boas, more furs, pins made of faux silver or dried flowers and of course - capes.

Extremely outgoing and friendly, has quite the talent for honeyed words and upselling. He'll have you taste a sample and later go home with an entire case of his newest stock. Always delighted to have company over, but do not mistake his friendliness for weakness - his home is sacred and he will chase you out as quickly as he let you in. Tries not to indulge in vampiric tastes, but should push come to shove, Rasputin rarely feels shameful in this or any regard.

Fixed up the castle when he was in his 60s, already planning for a vampiric future. Was turned not long after his vineyard was complete, though nowadays, the details of it all are quite fuzzy in his mind. He pays this no mind - he much prefers living for the here and now. Took nearly a hundred years to perfect his personal grape variety, which thrives in the bitter cold to produce a very hearty and flavorful red wine. Don't ask if he'd ever consider making a white variety.

Makes a pretty penny selling both wine and wine-related offerings, such as cheeses, crackers, glasses and boards for serving. Wine will always have a special place in his heart, but a cheese cellar was a welcome addition to the castle and a hobby he finds much joy in. Will try anything once, as he's the crafty sort. Loves little more than sharing all these endeavors with company, hosting massive parties that carry into the very late hours, or perhaps a more intimate one-on-one dinner with candles and long-winded stories. At the end of the day, he's flirty, a bit mysterious, but very charitable.

• Smells like wine, but likes to add almond perfumes on top of this natural scent.
• Loves roses but can never seem to keep them alive himself. Hires gardeners for his greenhouse that grow flowers - but is more than capable of caring for the grapes.
• Much of the wood in his home is recycled brew barrels.
• Absolutely HATES being too hot, lives in the snow for a reason.

Adelaide - Lives nearby and loves coming over to dinner as much as Rasputin loves to host it. Has many good stories and business ventures, all of which he loves to listen to.

Callan - A curious feline that comes around every so often...Rasputin finds himself absolutely smitten with him and all his strange charms.