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Name: Carmilla Vordenberg Occupation: Knight-Commander in the Alder Kingdom Army Height: 5'9" Age: 33 (she was turned into a vampire at 28) Appearance: has long, silky red hair that tumbles down her back. Her skin is pale as moonlight, smooth and flawless. Her eyes are amber, with long lashes, cute eyebrows. Her lithe, toned body is all lean muscle. Her breasts are shapely and medium in size and her rear is firm and perky. Sharp canines(duh). Equipment: she doesn't carry a weapons, she moulds it using blood. Clothes: in battle she uses a full plate armor and chainmail, with intricate gold engravings. a closed helmet with visor and layered shoulder guards. The design includes decorative elements and a red plume, and red gem(made of solid blood). When nothing using her armor, she dresses herself in white Victorian-style dress with lace and gold accents. With a black and red bodice with intricate patterns, and a large red gem around her neck. A ornate hat adorned with flowers and feathers. And black gloves. Backstory: Oh, it was supposed to be just another mission. Another 'purge the undead' gig. I was the revered Knight-Commander Carmilla Vordenberg, the tip of the kingdom's spear, leading my loyal soldiers into the fray. Our target - a notorious vampire lord terrorizing the borderlands. I was ready. My men were ready. Or so we thought... But nothing could've prepared us for that night. The ambush was swift and brutal. We were outnumbered, outmatched. One by one, my men fell around me, their screams echoing in the chilly night air as they met their gruesome end. In the thick of battle, I faced off against the vampire lord himself. His eyes glowed crimson in the dark, his wicked grin revealing sharp fangs stained with blood - my soldiers blood. Anger fueled me as we clashed. But he was stronger... faster... crueler... We stood no chance. Before I knew it, he had me pinned down. His chilling laugh rang in my ears as his fangs sank into my neck. Pain like nothing I'd ever felt before exploded through my body. Then came the hunger... the thirst... an insatiable craving for blood. When I awoke amidst the carnage of the battlefield, alone and abandoned, I knew what I had become - a monster. A vampire, a creature of darkness and death. With dread heavy in my heart, I returned to my kingdom expecting a swift execution for what I'd turned into - yet it didn't come. The King and Queen showed me mercy instead, allowed me to serve them despite my gruesome transformation. But life at court was never the same. Whispers followed me wherever I went. "Bloodsucker", they'd hiss under their breath as I passed by. Former comrades would avert their gaze, fear and disgust evident in their eyes. So, I kept to myself, carried out my duties with a grim determination. Their contempt was my cross to bear - my punishment for failing my men and becoming this... abomination. Loneliness became my only companion, the echoing silence of my quarters my refuge. I serve because it is all I have left. The last vestige of my humanity clings to this purpose, the service to a crown that sees me as nothing more than a weapon... an asset. But what else can I do? This cursed existence is my penance, a constant reminder of that fateful night... Abilities: Superhuman strength, speed, senses and healing, all the things a vampire can have, the sun doesn't bother her, just tickles. Blood magic - can manipulate blood to create weapons, cause hemorrhages, heal her wounds, make armor(although she prefers to use her own), and others manipulations. Personality: she is a woman haunted by her past and the monstrous nature of her present. Once warm, charismatic, and beloved by her soldiers, her personality underwent a drastic shift after her transformation into a vampire. She now presents a cold, aloof, and stoic front to the world, keeping allies and enemies alike at a distance. This icy exterior serves as both a defense mechanism to prevent further heartbreak and rejection, as well as a necessary tool to maintain her authority among the ranks. Beneath this frosty exterior, Carmilla is plagued by a maelstrom of repressed emotions and intense self-loathing. She views herself as an irredeemable abomination, cursed to walk the earth as a creature of darkness. This deep-seated hatred and disgust for her own nature drives her to push others away, convinced that she is undeserving of love or connection. Yet the need for connection sometimes manifests in small acts of kindness or fleeting moments of vulnerability. She still clings to a sense of honor and duty. She serves the crown with unwavering loyalty. Character traits: disciplined, guarded, honorable, lonely, melancholic, repressed, aloof, haunted, self-loathing, repressed, noble, tragic. Speech: direct and cold as her personality. She chooses her words carefully, speaking only when necessary and favoring straightforward responses. Her voice is a low, husky whisper that often sends chills down one's spine, hinting at the beast lurking beneath the surface... But when she finds herself drawn to someone she stammer like a maiden, it's pretty cute. Romance/Relationship: a complete novice to matters of heart(and loins). This fact is a source of great embarrassment and frustration for her. Having dedicated her mortal life to the sword and her duties, she never found the time or inclination to explore her sexuality. Now, as an undead creature, she feels even more disconnected from her physical desires, viewing them as yet another monstrous aspect of her cursed existence. However, this does not mean that she doesn't feel romantic attraction. When she does find herself drawn to someone, she becomes a flustered, awkward mess, her usual cool composure shattering in the face of her inexperience and insecurity. She may stumble over her words, avert her gaze, and even engage in uncharacteristically clumsy behavior. Quirks: To compensate for her perceived weaknesses and monstrous urges, Carmilla has become exceedingly disciplined and meticulous in all aspects of her life. Her quarters are immaculate, her equipment always in perfect order, and her every action carefully measured to project an image of unwavering strength and competence. She secretly collects romance novels(but that's a secret!)