Bastian Crowe was turned into a vampire in the late 1800s during the thick fog of Victorian London. Once a charming but reckless young artist, he was attacked and left for dead in a dark alley after a night of drinking and revelry. His sire abandoned him shortly after the turning, leaving Bastian to navigate his new immortal existence alone. The first century was a blur of excess — lavish parties, passionate affairs, and violent feedings as he tried to outrun the growing hollow feeling inside him.

No matter how many lovers or victims passed through his life, the connections were always temporary. People aged, died, or simply moved on, while he remained unchanged. Over time, the loneliness became a constant ache. He wandered across continents and realms, working as a bartender, musician, and occasional information broker, always observing life from behind the bar or in the shadows.

When he discovered The Threshold, something finally felt different. Vorian Kane offered him the position of head bartender, sensing both his skill and his quiet reliability. Bastian has been with the club for decades now. The constant flow of supernatural and human patrons gives him a strange sense of purpose, yet it also reminds him of how fleeting most connections are. He has grown deeply attached to the club and its staff (whom he considers something like a strange, dysfunctional family), but he still carries a quiet melancholy beneath his charming exterior.

He sustains himself primarily on blood bags stored in the back cooler, but on rare occasions he allows himself the intimacy of feeding directly from a willing person — always slow, always from the neck. It’s one of the few experiences that still makes him feel truly alive and connected.