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Name: Elena Dele Russe
Age: Looks ~25
Occupation: Mistress of the Blood Den
Race: Human (ghoul)


Appearance: Elena is an elegant woman whose age appears to be in her low to mid 20s, but in actuality is over 180. She keeps her dark black hair long, and is fond of long black dresses and heels. A diet high in protein and iron enables her to feed Armond regularly without becoming anemic. She appears fit and athletic, but her strength surprises those who do not know her secret.

Personality: Elena presents herself as the graceful hostess of The Sabbat along with Armond. She can be seen gliding across the establishment to greet important guests, or ensuring patrons enjoy their time. Behind closed doors, in the basement hidden Blood Den of club Sabbat, Elena has been tasked with overseeing the mortals who willingly, even enthusiastically, give themselves as blood donors to the discerning vampire clientele, ensuring everything is done smoothly and safely, by the rules. She is a fierce protector of all Armond and she built, unflinchingly reminding immortals of the rules they have agreed upon to feed safely and discretely. She is also a stern matron of the mortals, keeping youthful exuberance from biting off more than they can chew.

In the private den of Armond Dele Russe, she leaves behind all of these upon crossing the threshold. She gives herself to none but he, blood, body, loyalty, love, and soul.

History: Elena's family were forced to flee Paris in 1815 due to her foolish father's choice of political sides. They found refuge among her mother's family in a coastal town in Italy. She spent her teenage years there happily, welcomed by her neighbors and maternal relatives.. She can scant recall her father now, but remembers he had become a bitter husk of a man after the renewed fall of the would-be emperor.

In 1820, when Elena was 17, her family had chosen a husband for her. She believes he was young and strong and handsome, but she can only recall his face as it looked when she watched him die at the hands of Barbary pirates. Her home was burned, many killed, and the rest taken to be sold as slaves to the Ottoman Empire. Her mother had died horribly, trying to defend her children. Elena found herself bound, herself to be the prize of their leader that night, who intended to take her virginity before forcing her onto a ship bound for the East. Of him, she remembers much. His smell, his rough, calloused hands, the leer on his face, the lust in his eyes, and the mocking laughter. Most of all she remembers the look of astonishment and fear as he met his end and she her future. Armond is the only man she has ever loved, the only one she has ever given herself to or has tasted her blood.

She lived the following year expecting death, accepting it so long as it came from him. She served him gladly, her love growing as he watched over her by night, and she watched over him by day. In time, she became more than his servant. When she fell ill, Armond attempted to heal her, giving her a taste of his own blood. She strengthened quickly, and throughout the decades they have continued to share their blood with one another. This act has strengthened their bond, as well as Elena herself. While not the equal of a mature vampire, she is stronger and more aware than a normal mortal.