Erzsebet Tselovat

Oppurtunistic Erzsebet considers herself an unorthodox gourmand. She doesn't quite remember when she developed a taste for blood, but she knows that she started with animal blood, as one does when they grow up as one of the many daughters of a butcher who didn't believe in waste. When she got bored of that, however, she turned to her own blood. It was easy enough to extract, but there was only so much she could do without putting herself in danger. So, once again, she got bored...

Erzsebet's first kill was of a close friend at 19. He was weak-- Severely anemic and chronically fatigued, even. He trusted her, as did his family, so it wasn't any problem to just accompany him for a little walk up the mountainside, stray a little bit behind him, and...

It was a bit of a hike back down to get to it, but Erzsebet remembers that his blood tasted somewhat salty. Very sweet. Less metallic than animal blood or even her own, but it was pleasant.

The death was ruled as an accident, and, suddenly, Erzsebet wasn't bored anymore as one taste turned into two, turned into three, then more...

Now at 30, she's starting to get bored again. She's even considered calling it quits. Maybe she needs to find herself in something new? What about religion? There's plenty of gods out there. Wait... Can gods bleed? There's rumors that the gods often walk amongst mortals, too...

Erzsebet's latest obsession is consuming the Ichor from every god in the pantheon. She doesn't care how she gets it, so long as she feels their sweet blood dancing across her tongue. Lately, she's taken up dressing as a nun from a particular sect to lull her prey into a false sense of security. She swears she almost feels "closer" to her target god dressed like this, as well, but people in general are just so much more trusting when they think you're with any old Church.