#lasombra

[gleebor]

i love playing a homophobic lesbian vampire

[cthylla-rlyeh]

Cocktails for my VtM Chronicle: New Orleans by Night pt.3

We once again have a new player, so a new cocktail is in order...

An Angel Face Cocktail for, Celestin LeBlanc played by @mentemori. A totally normal Cocktail for a totally normal Lasombra...I mean Malkavian 😅

1 oz of London Gin

1 oz of Calvados Apple Brandy

1 oz of Apricot Brandy

Garnish: Apple fan or an orange twist

Stir all ingredients over ice in a mixing glass until well-chilled and diluted – about 20 seconds.

Strain into a chilled coupe glass, then garnish with orange twist or apple fan.

[gleebor]

character art for my Lasombra oc, be nice :))

[skanavyarts]

A tiny scene from campaign:

Sir told Killian a legend—about a field of tulips that bloom only at night—the only place where the cursed Cainites could enjoy the beauty of the flowers without risking exposure to sunlight. Such a small but beautiful myth about the tulips beloved by the theater diva—the national symbol of his homeland, the Netherlands.

The Baroness sent a squad of fledglings on a mission to steal several paintings from the Camarilla by an artist whose works were considered proof of forgotten legends—literally, if it was depicted by her hand, it meant it existed or had once existed. Enemy territory, full of vultures—one setback after another. With mixed feelings, in true cinematic fashion, at the very last moment, he and him teammate (Verona - girl-Toreador)tor got lucky. They managed to snatch the paintings, but left behind a pile of evidence—cameras, security guards, and a commotion. And yet a whole ball was still ahead. A whole ball among the camarilla, who dream of nothing more than jabbing those rebellious anarchists in the ribs with a quill.

On edge, Kill called Sir. He apologized for messing up, for failing to carry out the additional assignments. Hiss could be all sorts of things—sharp-tongued, brusque, moody, ironic. But not this time. Before hanging up, the young man heard, “Please, come back alive.”

Among the paintings they managed to snatch was a small but wonderful sketch—those very tulips blooming in the moonlight. Upon their return, they had to hand over their haul to the baroness’s collection, but Lasombra asked Verona (Toreador) to take a photo. They kept taking pictures until they had an almost exact copy—which, upon their return, Killian gave to Hiss.

A small picture confirming that the legend he loved might still be alive somewhere.

[spectralfey]

just a couple of he/they vampires dancing, nothing to see here ✨

Florian, my Lasombra, and Ezra, the coterie's Mawla and Keeper of the Elysium 🖤

[spectralfey]

nobody told me i'd get tired of myself; when it all looks like heaven, but it feels like hell [ 🎼 damocles - sleep token ]

my Lasombra, Florian (he/they) 🖤

[traksgoroth]

Pierre Guillaume Durand

~ he/him, vampire (kindred), Lasombra Antitribu

~ New Orleans, 1860’s

~ Vampire the Masquerade (V20)

Nature: Tyrant

Demeanour: Director

Pierre is a charismatic, cunning, manipulative tyrant, capable of being both utterly charming and benevolent, as well as capricious, petty, cruel, and vindictive. He is narcissistic, hungry for power and attention, deeply intolerant of rejection, and cannot stand being contradicted by his servants.

Brief Biography:

Pierre Guillaume Durand was once a mortal surgeon — a young and ambitious doctor deeply devoted to his work and sincerely committed to helping people.

When his future Sire turned his attention toward him, Pierre’s life slowly began to turn into a nightmare: his scientific papers stopped being published, he became an outcast within the medical community, friends and colleagues gradually abandoned him, he lost his job, and the final blow came with the death of his father — the old man was robbed and brutally murdered somewhere in an alleyway.

Pierre was desperate. That was when the “demon” appeared before him, introducing himself as Philippe de Fer, and offered him “salvation.”

Pierre was Embraced by a Cainite upon the Path of Night. The following fifteen years were spent dissolving into one another through emotional abuse, obsession, and a vicious cycle of love and hatred. Philippe increasingly drove Pierre into frenzy, seeking to guide his beloved Сhilde onto the Path of Night. Yet the philosophy disgusted Pierre, and eventually he fled across the ocean to the New World.

New Orleans welcomed him far more warmly than he could have hoped. Pierre claimed Charity Hospital as his domain, gathered a number of ghouls around himself, and quickly integrated into the Camarilla’s vampire society.

For more than fifteen years he has lived in New Orleans. He has an impeccable reputation, devoted ghouls, and what could almost be called a happy life. Or at least, that was true until recently, when political, social, and emotional turmoil began to overwhelm him.

The final straw came with the return of his Sire, who brutally murdered Pierre’s favorite ghoul — a young doctor named Benjamin.

Pierre received permission from the Prince to call a Blood Hunt. The Сoterie defeated the Sabbat members Philippe had brought with him, and Pierre diablerized Philippe himself.

«I’ll still be there, inside your head. The next time you look into a mirror, you’ll catch my shadow in the glass».

[skanavyarts]

OC