Vladislav Drakulya (though that’s just the name he goes by; his real name remains unknown)
Since it’s a long name, everyone calls him whatever they like—Grandpa, Vla‑ojii, or Dra‑yan.
He’s the neighborhood’s famous eccentric old man (by his own claim).
He lives in an ancient castle deep in the forest.

Outwardly, he has long white hair and faintly red eyes. His nose is high, and his ears are pointed. He always wears a sly, mischievous smile.
Though he appears to be in his seventies, he moves lightly and energetically.
You often see him strolling along, humming cheerfully under his breath.
He prefers black clothing and seems particularly fond of a long coat.
Though slender, his body is well‑toned and fit.

In first person, he speaks in an old‑fashioned, dignified tone—using phrases like “I” (“nō”), “jāro?” (“isn’t that so?”), and “jānō” (“you know”). Yet he’s wildly curious, straightforward, and carefree.
Whenever he spots something that catches his interest, he peers over with a little “N~?”
He frequently interacts with the neighbors.
While cherishing tradition, he’s also deeply fascinated by new things, flexibly embracing and incorporating fresh cultural trends.

His hobbies are varied: dancing, handicrafts, cooking, music, and painting. He can even handle maid‑related tasks—often donning a maid’s outfit with great enthusiasm.
His culinary skills are top‑notch; he can prepare an entire full‑course meal.
And his macarons? They’re the most delicious around.
Every corner of his castle is adorned with embroidery—all crafted by him personally.
His personality is optimistic and graceful, though at heart he’s actually quite serious.

A mysterious figure, no one really knows how long he’s been living there.
An enigmatic man whose appearance never changes, no matter how many years pass.