Esquire

Those inflicted by the curse will slowly change, their noses elongating, their skin becoming deathly pale, their eyes becoming larger, black and unblinking, their teeth falling out only to be replaced by fangs, their mind slowly subsuming to delusions and madness, still believing they are human. Hidden under a thin layer of fake sophistication and nobility, they are mad beasts with an insatiable thirst for blood.

Long ago before the Crimson Curse took hold upon the Courtyard, the title of Esquire was one of dignity and respect, accorded to men of higher social rank and aspiring to knighthood, particularly members of the landed gentry above the rank of Gentleman and below the rank of Knight.

However that title has been thoroughly dragged through the blood-soaked mud as these noble lords have fallen to the blood curse. Preening, mincing and self-aggrandizing in its own frivolous cruelty, there little dignity left in them as they feast on the blood of the guilty and the innocent alike. And as the bloodlust takes hold they will undergo a hideous metamorphous showing the true monster that is hidden underneath the thin veneer of sophistication.