#salubri oc

[aqui-yace-noia]

hi, did you wanna see a Salubri roman legionary with true faith judging you?

my group decided to do a secret santa (yeah, on january) in where we had to give to other a draw of their oc. I drew Cornelius, @camo-art oc, portrayed as in a clasical painting by some enamoured artist, in daylight ofc bc creative freedoms that the brush gives to you

Even with all the pain of being unable to ask for references, this was so funny to achieve. Made this with the love that this man deserved 🖤

[mortuembynight]

Sir Owain

(Reference from @mortifying-macaroni )

A.K.A.; Archon

Clan: Salubri (Antitribu, as of Modern Nights)

Generation: 9th Originally, 7th after the diablerie of his sire and a Tremere elder

Physical Age: 52

Actual Age: 686

Tag: #Sir Owain

Profile:

A nobleman from Appleby in England, born around 1339, he was taken in as the squire of Lady Roseia, a knight and Warrior Salubri who trained her childer to continue warring against Clan Tremere. Once he became a fully fledged knight and proved himself several times over in combat, he was embraced, took an angel name "Archon" as was customary for Salubri Warriors, and joined Lady Roseia in unlife.

He would travel as a Knight Errant through the War of Roses and several other conflicts, surviving the burning times and eventually diablerizing his sire Lady Roseia when her identity was revealed to the Inquisition, to save her from the hunters.

In modern nights, he hunts the Tremere of the Camarilla in an effort to root out Tremere's followers, hoping to discover the antediluvian's resting place to in turn diablerize Tremere as he had done to Saulot. Working as a bodyguard in a private security company, Owain, going by the moniker "Archon," believes he is continuing the war he and his sire had fought during the 14th century.

His horse during the Dark Ages was a Bay Lipizzaner as per this post.

Fanfiction:

To Persevere to the End in Any Enterprise Begun

Kinktober 2025 (Combo) - Chapters 2, 6, 8, and 13

(Featuring his sire on the right

Commissioned from @problemsynth )

More images under the cut.

A younger Owain is knighted by his sire (also commissioned from @problemsynth ).

Owain drawn by the lovely @qadiral-asmaimylove

[cotrieu]

i love drawing the vamily <33 thank you everyone who donated their ocs for my practice sketches!! will be doing requests every month for vtm ocs cause vampires own my heart <33

left to right top row: jaromir (@blackforestdeerman / @fakegothpansy), danya (@feith-rikya), inge (@avis-makes)

left to right bottom row: hye seong (@slcknasty), circe (@underpaid-paragon), and irene (@vampemoqueen)

[toreadorcaretaker]

Finally got around to drawing my boy!! Goth cowboy salubri who WILL redeem your villains. @clementgray

[mrsqadiral-asmai]

Last of my art request! Owain, @mortuembynight’s oc!

I’m really grateful for that everyone has been very kind about the art I did for them! Now it’s back to normal practice, see below for different alt of the third eye.

[sweetnecropolis]

WOE Celeste sketch be upon ye!

[clementgray]

✭ Guide to Asks ✭

18+ BLOG. Asks are currently open! Owned by @thewhumpcaretaker - also @toreadorcaretaker

Salubri | He/Him | Gay

Faceclaim: Jaco Van Den Hoven

Predator Type: Consensualist

Sect: Not affiliated – seeks to work across sect lines as a peacemaker

History: Clement was born in 1903, so prohibition took hold during his late teens and early 20s. He lived in Texas and witnessed the rise of mob activity related to bootlegging and narcotics. Clement became fiercely opposed to prohibition after everything he saw. He was studying to become a doctor at the time, and began offering free medical services to addicts and those wounded in mob violence. His help even extended to mob bosses, as he firmly believes that anyone is capable of redemption if they are shown compassion.

During this time, he was approached by a Salubri who had been involved in the temperance movement but now regretted its results. She appreciated his work and believed that he could be an asset to the Salubri healers’ cause. Clement agreed to receive the embrace and to tackle the underworld’s conflicts with the same nonjudgmental approach that he took among the kine.

These days, he lives in LA and works happily alongside Dr. Brianna Kelley.

Personality: Clement is full of energy, passion, and romanticism. He’s all about seeing the beauty in the darker sides of life, which is what draws him to goth aesthetics as well as morally dubious people.

For all his forgiving nature, Clement has a strong temper. When he feels protective of someone, he’s liable to be pacing around and muttering about revenge. He feels a powerful need to do something whenever he sees someone in pain, even if it’s none of his business. He’s very “hold me back bro!!”

Also he has a phobia of blood despite being a doctor AND a vampire. He just powers through it because he likes helping people so much!! Although sometimes he faints...He really played himself by choosing this life path.

Rules: Specify “established relationship,” “established enemies,” “established tension,” etc. at the top of your ask if you want Clement to act familiar with the character.

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[thewhumpcaretaker]

So if, for example, Santino was hurt and was bleeding, does Clement faint AHAH? Or he really tries to keep himself awake ehhehehe :]

He really tries, and he succeeds for a while, but then he has to give Santino blood because that's how vampires do healing in VTM...you'll see hehe!

Just a short snippet, not even a ficlet really, but it was fun.

TW: graphic blood descriptions, passing out, nsfw mentions from Santino flirting, Clement makes a cut on his own arm to feed blood to Santino (not exactly self harm but adjacent so please read with caution)

It wasn't all blood that bothered Clement. If he could brace himself (before a surgery or a blood draw, for instance)...well let's be honest, it was still pretty bad. But seeing blood gushing out of a fresh gunshot wound was on another level. There was no time to freeze his muscles in place and force them to perform and tell himself that none of this was really happening. That was Santino's body in front of him, going pale and ice cold and trembling all over with the horror of that hole clean through his bicep, and it was making his own body do the exact same thing.

"It's alright now." He wasn't sure which of them he was reassuring. Clement could hear himself talking, and he wished it sounded like it was coming from somewhere very far away but it didn't. He was definitely wrapping a tourniquet around Santino's arm, feeling Santino's muscles slide against each other and a fresh wave of blood pour over his flesh at the pressure.

For a second, Clement had to close his eyes and turn his head away and just shake. He swore faintly, trying to spur himself on with adrenaline. He managed to open his eyes again, trying to just focus on Santino's face for a second. His charge, his responsibility, his wellspring of strength. Santino's head was leaned back against the wall and it kept lolling sideways. "No," said Clement firmly. 'Do not pass out, okay? We can't both pass out."

"You're passing out too? Why?" He sounded so innocent, just a kitten right now. Sweat had plastered his hair to his forehead. He was pawing at Clement's free arm, trying to pull him into a hug. Such a sweet man, in spite of everything. Hold onto that. Get vicious for that. He must already be going into a bullet wound fever, and Clement had to be there to hold him.

"No. No I'm not gonna pass out, but if I do, you put pressure where I tied this. And keep shaking me till I wake up." But he couldn't let that happen. It went against everything he needed to do, everything he needed to be. This damn body...he felt like he had been dipped in ice water. There was no feeling in his legs. He punched at his own thigh, trying to stay alert.

"Okay," Santino said weakly. He'd lost too much. It was drenching his whole arm in rivers, an external set of veins trailing down to his limp palm. God this was horrific. With sinking dread, Clement realized he had no choice.

"I have to do something a little drastic, okay? I have to push vitae into you. Blood. I - I have to push blood into you..." Clement pulled out his pocket knife and felt his vision swim as he held it over his own wrist.

Santino managed a sly smile even at a time like this. "You can push anything you like into me. Like that gun last week. Or the tip of your boot after I'm done humping it. Or your cock."

It broke the tension long enough for Clement to laugh. "Good, you're doing so good, distracting me. Lord almighty, I am holding onto consciousness by a fuckin' thread...okay, three, two, one - " Blade into flesh. The feeling of his own body pouring out of him, unfathomably wrong. Somehow, he got his wrist to Santino's lips and felt him latch on. There was his own vital energy pouring out of him, and the void rushing in. Every bit of strength lost was given to Santino, and that made this sickening weakness into something glorious. "Good..." he mumbled, slipping sideways onto Santino's chest. "You're doing - you're good - you're..." and his vision went black as Clement tumbled into the blissful nothingness of giving himself away.