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shebennyonmygecko · 1 month ago

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5 & in you want to 6 for Elara 💕

I've never actually explored her Sire in detail, perhaps I should draw him one of these days :3c

5. Who is their sire?

Elara's sire is actually an enigma to most, she herself doesn't know his name, or even his face clearly.

He was a man named Rudolff Weidemann, he resented his vampiric life and yearned for his human life back.

In a way he was almost suicidal, always teetering on a frenzy before he satiated his need for blood, always feasting on the ladies of the night, adorning them as if they were porcelain. He'd never had the urge to kill anyone despite the voices telling him otherwise.

6. What was their relationship to their sire? Were they close in any way or mere strangers?

There is no relationship between the two at all, whether Elara's sire is still well 'alive' (undead?) is unbeknownst to her, having only truly met the night of her embrace and never again.

Though a part of her, even centuries later yearns to know the man who arguably saved her life, it shall remain a mystery lost to the night.

#vtm ask game #oc: Elara Munster

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shebennyonmygecko · 1 month ago

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11, 12, 14, 30, and/or 40 for Elara? c:

>0< hiiii

I actually already love this ask game because it's making me think of pieces of lore I never would've thought of before !

I feel like these answers make sense but if not schwoopsie

11. When was their embrace?

January 22nd 1784, ironically enough it was a new moon

12. What happened that lead up to their embrace?

Elara was actually on a visit to her suitor! The two were set to be married the following spring. But unfortunately during the visit, Elara grew ill rather quickly having been a rather sickly child. Travelling must've made her more susceptable.

Her own family couldn't care less about Elara's well being, too enamoured with her soon-to-be husband and their riches.

Despite being a Count and Countess themselves, they had to show themselves off to higher nobility.

Though being quite the spoiled brat, Elara wanted a chance of a life, she was only 19 after all. She wanted to marry and have children, continue the line of succession.. But if no one except a few worrisome servants cared about her wellbeing why should she stay here? She's better off dying in the filthy city.

So that was her plan, to flee.

The moon was nowhere to be seen that night as she escaped the manor. She was too weak and frail, collapsing to her knees just by the garden gates.

Until a man approached her. Though her eyes were fuzzy, Elara could recognise those striking eyes. The two had made eye contact multiple times since she was a child.

A stalker? Who only she seemed to notice? Or was it a mere coincidence.

Tattered clothes, hair with bald patches presumably from being ripped out, skittish, muttering to himself.

Oh great a loony commoner.

But then five words would leave his lips —stuttered and hushed— but would change Elara's life.

"Do you want to live?"

14. How did they initially feel after being embraced? Did they like being reborn into something knew or did it take them a while to cope with their new reality?

After her embrace she didn't really know what she was. She woke up in the evening the next day, all tucked into her bed.

Perhaps the mysterious stranger was all a dream? But she did feel better, her health was almost at an all time high, but there were these nagging voices in the back of her head, all whispering at once.

Maybe she was the insane one and not the stranger in her dreams.

Snippets of sunlight hurt her, she couldn't even stomach looking at food, let alone eating it. When she did, she'd end up puking it right back up.

Now she was completely convinced she was dying.

A seamstress accidentally pricked her finger and the scent of the blood was speaking her name. She quickly left to get some air.

Her first feed was accidental, her own betrothed accidently cut himself one night as the two were fooling around in the gardens.

Well, needless to say her hunger overtook all of her senses and before she knew it, he was completely drained.

Appalled at her own behaviour and monstrosity she fled for good this time, no matter how badly the voices yearned for more.

She had always heard rumours of vampires growing up, creatures of the night who fed on blood..

In that moment she finally knew her fate, and could no longer stomach being around ones she once loved.

30. Do they have a clan that they do particularly like?

She's obsessed with the ventrue and how they're leagues above the other clans, she acts almost like a lapdog for them. A servant.

A stark contrast to the life she once led.

On the other hand, she adores the Nosferatu. Most of them don't make her feel insane, they are a safe space for her.

40. Would they ever commit diablerie if given the chance?

I feel as though a Sire leaves pieces of themselves within their child and Rudolff's inability to kill purposefully is one of those things.

She seems too insignificant to even do such a thing anyways no matter how young the childe is or how disgraced the clan is. Though others may want her dead, and she shares the mutual feelings, absorbing another's soul seems too corrupt. She's already malkavian, she's not herself and it feels like hundreds are already possessing her but to truly have another person's being within them (in the sense of the word), it's something she could never do

#vtm ask game #oc: Elara Munster

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