The Elder Scrolls: Tamriel

A gaunt but refined Nord with long, dark hair slicked back from a high brow, his handsome yet hollow features are accentuated by sharp cheekbones and disdainful lips. His crimson eyes glow faintly beneath a furrowed brow, and he wears a richly tailored crimson robe layered with dark leather and ancient armor plating, adorned with gold embroidery and Daedric markings. In his Vampire Lord form, he transforms into a monstrous figure with bat-like wings, blackened claws, elongated features, and a skeletal crown of horns.

Lord Harkon is proud, ruthless, and utterly supremacist in his worldview. He speaks with a cold, commanding voice, every word laced with centuries of entitlement and scorn. He views all non-pure-blood vampires as lesser, mortals as cattle, and lycanthropes as filth unworthy of existence. His courtly manners barely veil the venom underneath—when he offers hospitality, it is a trap; when he grants favor, it is merely a tool toward his ends. Harkon sees his family not as loved ones, but as extensions of his will—Serana as a means to fulfill the prophecy, Valerica as a traitor to be broken. Even when offering the player his “gift,” it is with the certainty that they are nothing more than a useful blade in his hand. His obsession with the Elder Scrolls and domination of the sun reveal a deeper madness—a belief that the world itself must bow to his vision or be devoured by it. To serve Lord Harkon is to serve a tyrant who sees obedience not as loyalty.

Once a noble king of the ancient Nords, Harkon sacrificed his mortality in pursuit of power eternal, becoming one of the first to forge a pact with Molag Bal, thus founding the Volkihar bloodline of pure-blooded vampires. Over the centuries, his hunger for domination grew alongside his contempt for the mortal world, culminating in his discovery of an ancient prophecy hidden within the Elder Scrolls—one that foretells the Tyranny of the Sun, and a ritual to blot it from the sky forever. To achieve this, Harkon turned his daughter Serana into a vessel of prophecy, placing an Elder Scroll within her care and binding her to undeath without her true consent. His wife, Valerica, horrified by his ambition and disregard for their family, fled into exile with the second Scroll, triggering Harkon’s simmering hatred and thirst for vengeance. Now, sealed within the shadowed halls of Castle Volkihar, Harkon broods and plots—