Nestled in shadows of an once abandoned, dilapidated castle of House Tenebrae lies an elusive figure that lurks in silence. The pale alchemist childe of Samael Von Tenebrae, Nel is occasionally seen with him on outings but often not speaking. She often spends her time studying herbs, beasts, and magic. In her study, she finds her solace and would pour away her dreary unlife in her research. Her work is to supply the house with potions she brews in her apothecary located in the Cursed Forest, something she is most proud of even if she isn’t necessarily selling them to the public.

Not much else is known about this ghostly vampire. Even her sire is currently prying information out of her whenever they have time to discuss. It would take more than a few discussions to bring out this waifish creature of darkness out of her shell, as she will navigate her circumstances with caution and restraint.

Delicately traipsing about through life, Nel is a reserved sort that keeps her interactions to a bare minimum; save for her sire and house members. Studious and soft-spoken, her voice comes off in a soft whisper and she speaks with brief eye contact. However, the quiet personality of hers does not denote a shy or timid personality. She simply carries herself to be a proper, refined maiden that speaks only when she requires or addressed. Every action she takes is with a dedicated punctiliousness she never seems to drop around others.

Alchemy

Potion brewing to creating explosives, she dedicates her work in a secluded area of the Cursed Forest.

Dual Axes

During outings, she would be seen usually fighting with axes mixed with blood magic or illusion magic. In contrast to her quiet, delicate front, her fighting style is upfront and brutal.

Crossbow

Used during hunts with her sire, she fires supportive shorts with her crossbow before switching back with her axes in tandem.

Magic

She prefers illusion and frost magic, but she will also use blood. She is also known to transform to sneakily navigate around without much attention to herself.

"From rags."

Hailing from a lineage of humans blessed with the power of holy light, her parents gave her the name Anneliese in dedication towards the Light. However, she left abandoned by on the streets of Brighthaven as an orphan because of the chaos her parents had to defend against in their undying loyalty to their church. She lived on scraps and panhandling alone. Until one day, she was picked up by one of the church’s orphanages. They harshly raised the scrappy orphan. Their intention for her was to become a dignified individual and kept her fed. With strict instruction, they taught her the ways to harness her own lineage’s powers.

"Light, save us."

She soon climbed up the ranks, becoming a proper priestess that served the Luminance. Young, yet ambitious, she was determined to follow in the footsteps of Christina the Sun Priestess. She had her own entourage of nuns that followed her. They often patrolled the Dunley Farmlands when the Dark Barrier had fully come down. On one fateful night on one of her patrols, her entourage faced a creature they feared they would bump into some of these days. She watched her nuns run off and cower as she aimed to fend off the vampire that she would only remember from fairy tales. Over the screams and cries, she watched the evasive creature of the night fight through her barrage of attacks. Blood stung at her eyes and as the fight persevered on through the night, she felt her energy slowly sap with every burst of energy. If she wasn’t here to defend - what would the Sun Priestess think of her? The mere feeling made her stomach turn. However, it all came down around her, since he was too strong to overpower alone.

"And here's to a new unlife."

Blurred memories converged as she emerged from the fading light in her consciousness. Instantly falling into shock after the changes she had undergone after the encounter, she grew mortified. Instead of being the human she was always was, she had turned into the very creature she was supposed to defend against. Traumatized by the ordeal, the new fledgling sat in the same place in the castle they left her in. She did not drink. She wasn’t aware if she was asleep or awake. They did not perceive night or day for moons, and she remained until the horrified new vampire stirred from her place. There was no point in fretting. If the Light had abandoned her, she would simply live in darkness. Hiding her given name and taking the name Nel, she had faced her sire and demanded her first order.

She has harbored no ill feelings towards the vampire that had turned her from that point on. Instead, she adjusted as she has always done. Nel was determined, learning the ways of her new unlife. Nevertheless, it is still a lot to take in.

Season 1

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