[mercifangs]

SHE WALKS LIKE A SAINT, FLOATS LIKE AN ANGEL

SHARP LIKE A KNIFE UNDER THE TABLE

#MERCIFANGS ― an independent, mutuals-only, selective roleplay blog for original character, vampire CLEMENCY PAYNE. based on a variety of vampire mythos. low activity. written by FINN (they/them, 21+), established OCT 2025.

☾ RULES ― MUSE ― VERSES ☽

[mercifangs]

BLOOD CONSUMPTION.

clemency's vampiric powers are drawn from the blood of humans; she cannot survive without it. animal blood can have the same effect, however, it is far less potent.

frequency. clemency's feeding frequency can range from a couple of days to four to six weeks. on average, she will feed once every three weeks. she will drink blood more frequently if she is traveling or if she is heavily using her powers; she will drink less frequently if she is sleeping for long periods of time.

abstainance. clemency has abstained from consuming human blood out of religious fervor in the past. during these periods, she will delay her hunt for as long as she is physically able to. falling into a slumber for days at a time can allow for her to abstain for longer periods of time, but when she awakens she can no longer deny herself. in order to fuel a true slumber, which lasts for months or years, she must drink heavily.

thirst. breaks between feeding lasting more than four weeks can result in lethargy, confusion, agitation, and dizziness. she may begin to wear this exhaustion on her features as her vampiric powers begin to fail her. the skin on her face will appear thinner, giving her the appearance of sunken-in eyes and hollow cheeks. she becomes physically weak and exhausted, sleeping for longer periods of time than her typical 10-12 hours. her sensory abilities become more powerful to the point that it is overwhelming. in this state, it is difficult for her to think of anything but her thirst. she cannot resist the scent of blood.

result of extreme thirst. there have been only three times that clemency has allowed her thirst to continue past six weeks. in each case, she has blacked out and regained consciousness hours later, her vampiric instincts having taken over and led her to slaughter. she has woken up in the forest around her manor, a family's estate, and in a pasture. each time, she was covered in blood and well-fed. this is a horrifying experience for her. it represents a loss of control, however temporary, and a harsh reminder that she is beholden to her base needs.

primary method. clemency is an ambush predator. those unfortunate enough to wander and become lost on her estate are her main source of blood. upon sensing their presence, she will go out into the labyrinthine forest and stalk them. her delicate footsteps and familiarity with the landscape are instrumental to this task, and combine so that her prey often never see or hear her coming. when it is the right moment and their guard is down, she strikes from behind and targets their jugular. as she hunts and feeds, her eyes can be seen reflecting a startling gold hue. it is a disturbing, imprecise affair; clemency is often covered from blood from her nose to her stomach, no attention paid to her appearance as she drinks.

secondary method. clemency can utilize her supernatural beauty and her powers of hypnosis to coerce her victims to a space in which she can drain them of their blood without being disturbed. she has used this method to kill in bedrooms, hotel rooms, alleyways, etc. it's certainly not her preferred method, seeing as it depends on the implication of sexual interest, and it is rare that she turns to it rather than simple ambush, but it comes in handy in a pinch.

signs of a recent feeding. the external signs of feeding can last between hours and days. if she consumes a typical amount of blood (10 pints), then she will be somewhat warm for up to two hours. similarly, there is a natural flush to her skin that is not otherwise present. while the scent of blood constantly clings to her, for the day following a successful hunt, it is strong and persistent. her abilities are stronger, she is more active, and she is more sociable.

a note on survivors. it is very rare for her victims to survive, as she typically drains them to the point of death. there have been twelve victims that she did not kill. in many cases, her feeding was interrupted by another human discovering the act, or if she is repulsed by something on or around their person, for example, a crucifix pendant or the intense smell of garlic. in the case of religious or silver jewelry, she has been able to use hypnosis to have her victims remove them so that she may proceed without placing herself in harm's way. those that she has allowed to survive typically do not remember the attack itself.

survivor's disease. in the case that clemency does not kill her victims, they begin to fall ill within six hours of the attack. they experience extreme fatigue and weakness, along with spells of dizziness and nausea, and lose color in their face. within a couple of days, they experience visual hallucinations that often involve a figure staring at them in the darkness. this figure resembles clemency payne. within two weeks, these symptoms escalate to fever, vomiting, heart palpitations, and nightmares. victims complain of the figure appearing in their dreams, dressed in all black and beckoning them into the unknown. this disease is only treatable by a clergy member, and even then is extremely difficult to treat. if left untreated, victims die within a month. out of twelve survivors, only three have gone on to survive this disease.

[atrocitatis]

continued from here . @mercifangs .

ㅤfrankly, she doesn't care much that clemency is displeased — she can fround all she wants, jacks couldn't sincerely care any less. the cigarette is adjusted between her lips as she takes a long inhale. something to maybe, hopefully, keep her patience in check. ㅤ" as if i give a shit. " she shrugs, some of the smoke leaving her lips with the words. " he looks atcha like a piece o'meat. he should have been long gone by my standards. " ㅤthose are always the ones that last the least, often gone on the very first night should they have arrived in the early morning, which often is the case. jacks can't stand this kind of man, it makes her skin feel itchy. sometimes she wishes being alergic to men was a real, medical thing... but she doesn't voice that thought. ㅤ" ya better hurry, then. my patience runs thin, and it was never known to be a lot, either. "

[mercifangs]

Among the seven deadly sins, she is the least familiar with gluttony. Rare is it that she indulges so, but it is just as rare that she has had so many opportunities to hunt while her skin is still warm. Such easy pickings had had her content to observe Jacks' guest from afar, watch the light in the cabin flicker on and off.

" He may look at me however he likes. That lust will be his downfall. " The receiving end of a keen, thirsty stare is no threat to her. If anything, it is an advantage, a hold on which she could grasp to pull her target in by the throat. " He is a piece of meat, nothing more than flesh and blood. "

Her tongue runs over red lip and pearly fang. Although her hunger is sated, there are other primal instincts that drive her to kill if the opportunity strikes. It seems her window of opportunity is closing as the sun sinks further and further into the horizon.

" That much is obvious. " It's faint, but it's there, the way that her tone teases her. Clemency has nothing but patience, nothing but time. Her most recent companion could not be more different.

Still, she does not move towards their target as he enters the cabin. She has never been one for taking orders.

" I have told you. I will do it after nightfall. " Under the full cover of darkness, empowered by the moonlight. She tugs fine gloves from her hands and her arms cross her chest in defiance. Amber gaze lowers to meet hers. " If he is not dead by morning, you may kill the both of us. You have my word. "

[mercifangs]

i do really love clemency when she's happy . yeah she's bossy and she's spoiled and she's so full of herself. there is nothing she does not deserve, she operates by her own rules and so do you, she knows she's hot and there's nothing she can do about it. and also she eats people.

[wynnesdjfhsjfhskdjfhsk-deactiva]

*vampire voice* my love… how do i preheat the oven

[mercifangs]

clem is such a major fan of the cyclical nature of fashion. she loves a victorian-inspired or medieval-inspired era

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

[mercifangs]

good gracious mrs clemency. why the hell don't you wear these things all the time... if it's because of the texture i understand but i just know you look otherworldly in them. i just know you look incredible and your body looks bangin

[mercifangs]

really big fan of the fact that clemency was a rebellious teenager

[minovskyy]

yes this is an exploration of guilt and culpability but it could also be a sex thing if you just give me a minute

[mercifangs]

i just deleted a fuck ton of posts and shoved them into an ellipsus doc so ... um ... if there's any information you need to confirm then ask me <3! i'm hoping to write some longer & more detailed headcanon posts and link them to clem's carrd for easy browsing. if there's anything you're curious about, feel free to let me know!

in other news, you can check out her historical timeline on her card, although it is a bit of a work in progress still!

[orochislayer]

Positive affirmations:

I shall cut down all who stand in my way

I shall cut down all who stand in my way

I shall cut down all who stand in my way

I shall cut down all who stand in my way

I shall cut down all who stand in my way

[mercifangs]

"...I try and control what I can, and let go of what I can't," charlie smiles, his deft hands scrubbing out the inside of a bar-glass as he explains himself to clemency, the latest fascinating stranger to walk in off the street. new york may be the city that never sleeps, yet cafe fortune provides a well-hidden solace for those who are fortunate enough to discover it among the metropolitan bustle.

"honestly? at the end of the day, I'm just glad I have a small slice of the world to call my own," he hums, a familiar, self-deprecating laugh leaving his lips as he gestures around the cozy space. louis armstrong rasping softly on the record player. the well-worn wooden stage and varnished countertop. the ever-present scent of coffee and musty sheet music hanging in the air. and his little black cat, luck be a lady, stretching languidly in the windowsill. charlie turns his attention back to the glass. "...what brings you to the big apple, miss...?"

late nights at the cafe often turned philosophical, reflective...and such idle musing is always better with company.

It is not yet clear to Clemency Payne what has brought her here, though she has her theories. Had it been the warm light cutting into the darkness of the early evening sky, the signage in front like a prophecy, a promise of music printed rather than scrawled by her own hand, or the serenade of Satchmo calling to her like an old friend?

In any case, she perches now on one of many chairs in the café, her purchase resting on the table beside her. She has exchanged heavy skirts and wool for sheer fabric and crushed velvet in the interest of camouflage, but she carries herself with the same elegance and poise. Her hands rest in her lap, her ankles are crossed, and although ruby lips move as he speaks to mouth while I'm alone and as blue as can be, dream a little dream of me, no sounds come out.

Despite the impression she may give, she is giving as much attention to his words as she is to the music. When he gestures out to the room, she smiles.

" I often find myself feeling the same way. One must have a space in which they can be themselves in order to properly function. " Her manor, as haunted as she is, stands three thousand miles away. There are seldom few places where she can take as full a breath or sleep as deeply.

" Mrs. Clemency Payne, thank you. "

Her answer to his question requires a beat of consideration, during which she studies her long nails. The truth: it had been a century and a half since she had last graced the States with her presence. She has been itching to step outside of the constraints of her world. She was curious to see the skyscrapers for herself. She wanted to see if that portrait she had modeled for so long ago had actually made its way to display at the Met, or if she had been lied to.

" That is a good question. " There is a bit of humor in her voice, as if she isn't quite sure of the truth herself and, yet, she continues. " I suppose you could say that I am interested in the arts and culture, though I am rather curious about the nightlife, as well. "

❧ @charliesgotchops ( charlie. )

[vantsoir]

blood is romantic you guys are just cowards

[aheartincageofribs]

"submerged in my own past and my own madness."

– Anne Sexton, from For The Year Of The Insane in "The Complete Poems Of Anne Sexton"

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