#lasombra oc

[cotrieu]

hi vamily i have vtm brain rot again sooo this is my oh see fiammetta ciriaco anastasia palaiologina my lasombra ventrue who's totally not a sabbat emissary she was originally for the vtmb storyline but i decided to make her a stand off character so :) yayyyy

[kavalyera]

prince stop fucking ur primogen challenge

[mareteart]

The final death match of Ninnia (tzimisce/right) and Nyx (lasombra/left)

They're always having tactical and political fights to minimice colateral damage, but sometimes enough is enough, two elders can't be like this forever Isn't it?

[dravencroft]

No need for kings when you can worship a queen.

Nada the Lasombra for @tzimizce 's Palla Grande event, King Slayers! Thank you for the opportunity to join, I hope I didn't stray too far from the theme---

[thethirdvoerman]

Kumiko Takemura, Lasombra Primogen of Phoenix, Former Archbishop of Midtjylland, Wharf Rat Mitsuhara, and so on and so forth~

For the last while I've wanted to talk about my NPCs on here, but as my players read my blog, I have to restrain myself to not spoil plot beats to them. However, Kumiko has been a prominent figure in the chronicle so far, so I can tell a lot of stuff about her without giving out new information.

So, Kumiko Takemura's a Mythic Bitch, much like any Lasombra, and much like any Lasombra, her presence in the Court poses a question of "why". Kumiko can answer that question; Kumiko keeps a large collection of murder trinkets, and her prized exhibit is the head of one Tzimizce Elder which she brought as a gift to the Prince of Phoenix way back in 1946. Now the situation's changed, and she got more power once the Ventrue were overthrown in the city, but somehow, having two childer in security and an illegal casino isn't enough.

Nothing is.

Kumiko Takemura works miracles. Kumiko Takemura ruins lives. Her childer revere her in a way a Blood Bond cannot truly replicate. Her Toreador ex-husband spontaneously develops Obfuscate whenever she walks into the room. Kumiko keeps a collection of wraith fetters. Kumiko has distanced herself from True Oblivion in favor of Protean. Kumiko despises the Malkavian Primogen. Kumiko uses his name and his businesses for her financial machinations.

Kumiko Takemura is predictable. Kumiko Takemura managed to take her dear sire by surprise and murder an Archbishop.

She then chased her accomplice across the sea and ripped him to shreds.

Former courtesan becomes a pet of a fledgling becomes matricidal Archbishop becomes Camarilla's Murder Jester becomes Primogen of a Locked City.

She invented herself a name, a reputation to fear and a power to behold, yet she still remains the wharf rat she always was, because vampirism is stasis and stagnation.

To hell with that.

Kumiko enters another gamble, because she wants to be something.

"Beings of our stature are above someone else's leftovers. The majority of us aren't scavengers, after all. Clan Hecata aside, of course. Still, I can't really push my opinion onto others, can I? If Mistakemaker wants to suck up to one whom I drained completely of anything that made him a someone, who am I to stop the poor lad."

[its-seyton-art]

VtM au babey!!!

[i-s99-r9d]

Ammon x Enzo

[eyes-of-the-rave]

on the steps of the palace tattoo shop - someone else in the coterie snapped this pic of them being gay because they're so cute

artfight attack number four for @the-parted-glass - the blond is their lasombra, marie, and the one with purple hair is my toreador, jeanie! artfight was a wonderful excuse to finally draw them together

[arc-tu-rus]

It's not every commission that I'll post, but I'm really proud of how the clothes came out in this one!

Also, heyy, vtm commission :D this one's for my campaign buddy

[ponderousorb]

My Lasombra, Regina De Luna Outfit is a reference to Fright Night 2 and one of her main inspirations, Regine Dandridge.

[meatcrimes]

Malpais in the Szarr Palace moodboard

[cotrieu]

Saw some mooties doing this meme and thought why not lol.

Other influences: Marian iconography (particularly Eastern Orthodox), Vampire Hunter D, Türkan Şoray, and Antoine Roquentin from Sartre’s Nausea.

She’s uhhh a lot.

[kavalyera]

mean lasombra blond and the changeling kid that he found on his doorstep (he lives in the middle of nowhere in a lighthouse)

[beanphomet]

Cam doesn’t see her sire anymore but I feel she likes doing petty actions to try and feel some sense of smug satisfaction. Her sire is a sabbat priest so what better way to say ‘I am better than you’ without actually saying it but dressing up in a cardinal inspired outfit. Who in the church have a higher position than a priest

[dravencroft]

When both the Camarilla and the Anarchs fail you, you have no choice but to turn to the Sabbat... and hope that someone there will answer your prayers.

[porcelainseashore]

I'm so invested in Amare after reading this!! I love how you interjected snippets of her past life with the cult and the cruelty of her sire into what seemed to be just another mundane night at a laundromat—except, as Kindred or Cainite, it is anything but. And the "mundanity" itself is something that we take for granted, but Amare really treasures and appreciates. That was such a nice touch you included there.

Did Styx (considering that he's a Ravnos) have a part to play in Amare's hallucination of Remi, or was that fully on her trauma? I don't blame her though as Remi is a real bastard for targeting that specific charity... but let's just say I expected nothing less of him if you know what I mean. Anyway, I honestly can't wait for more your short stories and would love to be updated, so I don't miss out on them.

A short entry that highlights Amare's mental state regarding her sire early on after being embraced into the Sabbat and her relationship with a future pack member.

Useful

Rain pattered against the window. The moonlight pierced through it, lighting up the dimly lit room just perfectly splitting the clouds. There was a familiar hum as the laundromat Amare found herself in was operating behind her. No one there but her. Unlife had not been kind to her but these few moments of just… waiting, felt like a sweet drug. Being able to simply exist without the pressure of proving why you should not receive another cruel punishment. The stares, that was her least favorite part. Knowing those things were watching her, grading her ability to be depraved. It was no different then the memories she had felt as a child. The cold stares of those women as that hopeless fuck that was her father paraded her around like he was the second coming of Christ. She preferred those days to this though. She could run off then and they wouldn’t find her. 

“My precious doll, you are here early.” that smooth voice cut through her ears like a blade. What the fuck is he doing here? He isn’t supposed to be here tonight. I’m not supposed to see him. Amare quickly turned around and saw her sire walk out from the shadows with a wide smile on his face. “You must finally be understanding the joys of what it is to be a child of Caine.” She stared at him. Her eyes unknowingly widening as he got closer. “Excellence is not a path but a road paved forward. You must show excellence in all things for the road behind you to be followed.” She quickly said to him as she started to back away. His eyes stayed on her as he slowly approached. Her eyes were glaring back the little bit of light that was in the room. The sound of each step filled her with anxiety. Amare’s back finally bumped against the dryers behind her. Remi continued to match her pace. 

He made his way to her, taking his hand and sliding it down the side of her face. His other hand grabbed her waist as he pushed her against the wall  “My doll, do you really think you are capable of paving anything?" He stopped for a moment and looked directly into her eyes, " You’ve accomplished nothing with your life. Everything you thought you achieved was because of me and everything in this unlife I’ve given to you.” Remi’s gentle tone started to turn into a shout. His hand that was tracing down her face was now firmly gripped around her neck. “The reason you aren’t ripped apart and your soul forced down some fledglings throat is because of me!” Amare stuck her foot against the wall and pushed off of it. Using her cursed strength she flew across the room. Remi was seemingly gone now. A crumbling sound now filled the room as some drywall and brick dust fell on top of her. She had jumped across the room and through the wall.

A loud cackling echoed across the room. She stuck her head out from the newly formed hole to see her designated partner, Styx gleefully giggling. “I cannot believe that you fucking freaked that hard. You are so fucking stupid!” They continued to laugh. “Goddamn, just wait until you realize how to handle that shit. Maybe you will be useful after all.” Amare put her head back down for a moment. It wasn’t him, just that asshole. He isn’t here. He isn’t here. “FUUUUUUUUCK” She screamed as loud as she could in that moment. Her scream was muffled by the torn insulation. She stood up and looked at Styx, “What the fuck are we here for?” She said to him, her voice trembling down as if she was just pulled from a frenzy. Styx composed themselves. “Well if you are going to be a bitch about it then fine. We are going to hit some charity office. We are prepping for a feast and Remi wants something special offered up from his pack so he said this exact charity would be perfect. I guess they do something with kids? I don’t fucking know why the guy wanted us to hit here.” Their tone remained composed. This was the exact charity that Amare had worked with when she was still alive and the same one that helped her when she escaped the cult at the age of eighteen. She knew exactly why Remi was targeting this place.

Why do you hate me so fucking much. I am useful. Why do you have to do this? I’ve done everything you’ve wanted me to. Amare’s eyes had dropped to the floor as she was listening to Styx ramble and thinking about what she was going to do. Styx piped back up, “We have a truck parked behind the building already. We are just going to throw at least four people in there. That is all he wanted from here. Guess we are gonna nab a cainite as a dessert later tonight but he did say he wanted some good shit, managers and bosses, no janitors or useless fucks.” Amare finally looked back up towards him. “Okay, let’s just go already.” The two of them left the laundromat behind and walked into the rain. The building in question was only a block away. Amare knew it well.

Divider by @diableriedoll