Name: Elayna Clarke Age: Embraced at age 23 in 1894 Race: Vampire Origins: Born in New York City in 1871 Hair: Black as a raven's feather Skin: Creamy with a hint of honey Eyes: Dusky blue
It was a particularly cold and foggy night that changed Elayna's life forever, one that began as benignly as possible. The 23 year old was heading home with her husband after seeing an off-Broadway show, when the pair was approached by a group of attackers. New York City wasn't a safe city by any means, but generally she and her husband, George, fared alright so long as they didn't venture too far from their flat. Unfortunately, that would not be the case on this fateful night.
The attackers meant to rob them, but George put up a good fight, pulling out his pistol to defend himself and his wife. Sadly, the gun went off in the scuffle and the trajectory of the bullet was straight through George's heart. As he laid there dying, one of the men began to tear at Elayna's clothes, clearly looking to brutally use her before leaving her in the gutter to die.
As fate would have it, another man would stumble upon the scene, knocking the man off of her. Elayna couldn't help but watch as the mysterious stranger literally tore into the attackers, their blood spraying everywhere, painting the walls of the alleyway they were in. She was frozen in place when the man approached her, too frightened to even scream, so she hid her face from him, hoping that she wasn't next.
Instead of ripping into her, the man pulled her close to him, the scent of his cologne seeming to enchant her, and before she knew it, his mouth was on her neck, fangs piercing into her. Elayna almost lost consciousness, but before she knew it, the man was pulling back the glove on his hand and bit the soft skin there of his wrist. As his blood spilled out, he pressed his wrist to her lips, letting enough blood flow into her mouth to do the deed.
It was all too much for her, and eventually she passed out, the embrace already taking over her body. When she came to, she realized the bodies of the attackers were gone, and she was hidden behind some refuse in the alleyway. The mysterious man who'd fed her his blood was also no where to be seen, and there was an astounding hunger within her.
Flash forward to now, 2019. In the years since her embrace, Elayna has been longing to find her sire. Her search has taken her all over the US, and now she finds herself in Wailing Rock, seeking him out, or someone who knows where he might be.