Another quickie 'reminder-why-I'm-doing-this' art-for-the-self indulgence. It's Vlad, but you can't tell. Unless the gaping abscesses gave it away. Two hours.
Vlad lives at the far end of my attention span, because he's clever like that, however it means we don't see him much. He's part of the Network storyverse. In terms of sheer magical might he may be the most powerful character in the cast, a masterful warlock with a specialty in what he calls practical necromancy. He's always been very down-to-earth about his work and a pretty chill person, shrugging off whatever idolism or fame people try to load on him. For his research in the magic of life and death he's won some serious prizes and positions that have set him up nicely, though he believes it's crucial to fight the fear around his field with knowledge and treasures his work as a professor.
Treasured, rather. Vlad botched The Number One Rule of Necromancy (Don't End Up Dead Yourself), some months ago, and only continues to exist because he happens to know a little something about reanimation. He finds himself a lich, with his lifeforce bound within his remains, effectively a spirit possessing his own corpse. Which he spends a frustrating amount of time trying to keep from rotting off his bones.
Vlad is in a race against his own stamina to find a way out of his predicament before he's too weak to fight off decomposition and winds up spending a lonely eternity trapped within his own mind. At the same time, death has reminded him of his family for the first time in too long and he desperately wants to repair things with them. (His adopted parents and his brother's family; Vlad's biological parents are jerks.)
Every day he has is precious. If the end is nigh, he wants to pass as many days with his family as possible, but every day with them is one less spent working towards possibly averting the end entirely, and it's kind of a sad situation.