For those of you who know, there was once a young boy who flourished in 17th century England. He was given the name Ambrosia, meaning immortal, but later shortened it to Ambrose. He was not a particularly special person, he was quite gangly and skinny, he was quiet and awkward, and he had been know to leave important court meetings to play in the garden. His hair was unnaturally white, his eyes a deep grey, and he dressed very feminine.
Soon after his joyous 21st birthday, Ambrose was cursed with a terrible fate. He was to be alone forever, stuck as 21 until he was slain. He was to feed on the blood of humans, never being able to suffice on the simple foods he had grown accustomed to and loved.
He went crazy.
Being so upset, he slayed those of his village and those of his mansion, never to be known. But, he soon after became lonely.
He eventually found others of his own race, but never liked them for their thirst fir blood and their nonstop manslaughter.
Many years passed before he decided to do something.
And that's why you're here.
Ambrose needs you.