💘- Commissions Closed!

Decided to schlap together all of the full body art I've done of our OCs for the VTM meet-ups together sor far and am very proud that I've been relatively consistent the whole time! :D Ralph, Damaris, Harrakhty, Nyth, Daimund, Kyle and Christian all are brainchildren of @thesixthplaneteer!! <3 (The ghost of Ralph of New Year past haunts Satyr!Ralph don't @ me)

She is submerged, sat completely still on the tiled floor at the bottom of the pool. The slow, churning sound of the water is soothing to her ears as she lets her mind wander, her thoughts far away from Chicago and its many problems.

There is no need to breathe, so there is no need to resurface. The water would swallow her words so there is no need to speak. Her mind - the one thing she can let roam utterly unfettered - is hers completely, and there is no need to share it. Even if there are always eyes watching her, her thoughts, her dreams, are free. Noa sits in her little spot for some time, intending on staying for hours… but it appears there are other plans in motion.

The sound of a loud splash nearby hits her ears, and her eyes shoot open as she feels large hands grab her small shoulders and rip her from her meditations. She is pulled upwards, her hair covering her eyes, and she feels warm air and the smell of chlorine hit her as whoever it is reaches the surface and begins dragging her to the edge of the pool.

"Let me go!" She squirms in their grasp, their skin warm despite the clammy waters. Kine. She manages to push her sopping hair from her face and sees her "rescuer." "Julian! What is the meaning of this?!" The man pulls her off of his broad shoulder and looks at her with a frantic expression. He has been living in the mansion for a few weeks now, following her bonding him and enthralling him. He still isn't aware of the world of Kindred, though he is slowly acclimating to the otherworldly feeling this place held. Mostly his time is spent on himself, or focusing on her - the bond has that effect.

In Spanish, he stutters, "Y-you were under the water for so long. You weren't breathing." His dark hair was in his eyes and he is half-dressed - apparently tearing off his shirt to rescue her. "I-I thought you- oh my God I thought you were dead."

Julian holds her close, shaking. She can't help but relish the terror he felt at the thought of her gone, the adoration he possesses for her. It almost makes her smile, remembering how aloof he had been their first meeting… now utterly hers.

"How?" He gasps, "How are you still- you're like ice. We need to get you to a hospital-"

She shushes him softly, wrapping her arms around him and patting his well-defined back. Slowly she leans up, murmuring into his ear. "I'm alright. I'm fine. See? I'm here for you, we're okay now."

Julian shivers at her whisper, and he starts to carry them to the stairs out of the pool rather than the ladder. "Yes, we're alright." He repeats. When they reach the steps, he sits her down and his deep eyes look her over, still clearly confused as to how she had managed this feat. He wants to ask, but the bond keeps his throat closed. To keep her happy. Sweetheart.

She takes one of his hands in both of hers and holds it to rest on her chest. "You can ask."

He inhales deeply. His thumb brushes over the more inappropriate spaces before pausing - realizing her true intent. There is no pulse. "Are we dead?"

"Just me." She answers honestly.

Julian flinches at her answer, believing her, and his hand against her breast starts to move as if to pull away. His eyes are once again wide and frantic, a prey caught in a trap, and he so clearly wants to run away…

But he can't. His own heart will not let him. Their bond is too great.

Noa stares at him unblinking as he has this war with himself. It is so interesting to watch a person fight themselves so hard, to see muscles work beneath skin. To see them tense in fear. Those terrified eyes look to her lips as if to recall her crimson kiss - the contract that had sealed his fate.

"What's the matter, are you afraid Julian?" She asks quietly, looking at him from beneath her lashes. "Do you want to leave me now?"

"Nn-" He starts, shifting in the water. "No. I don't. I don't want to go."

"You don't have to go." She promises him, "You're not in trouble. I'll keep you safe, I'm going to take care of you."

"This place… it feels so heavy. It's like I can't breathe." The overwhelming feeling of death is always on this mansion, she isn't surprised he is so burdened by it. "You're the only respite I have. I hate when you go."

She preens at such a thing to say. She can't help it. She can't one bit. "But I always come back, right? I'm never gone for long."

"Yes." He agrees, but he still sounds unsure. "I want to go with you."

"I can't take you everywhere… but I can take you sometimes. On a condition."

He sits up at hearing that, "Anything."

Noa grins, girlishly delighted. He has not even asked how she is dead, his gaze is so fixated on her mouth. She will explain it to him soon. "Thank you. I am not the only kind of dead to roam this Earth, my love. There are others like me… and there are others that are a bit more truly dead."

Thankfully he is as theatrical as she is, for Joaquin appears right at her relaying of this news.

He is perched on the pool stair railing, crouched down and staring at Julian with a satisfied smirk. Relishing this control over the mortal as much as she is. "Hey."

Julian has no bond with Quino, and he lets out a horrified shout as he throws himself backwards, hitting against the edge of the pool and semi-pulling Noa with him. He begins to pray aloud, trying to close his eyes to not see the spirit in front of him. "No- no no no- this isn't real-"

"Julian." Noa shushes him again, taking his face in her hands and forcing him to look at her. He does so, opening his eyes and looking directly into her own, wavering just slightly due to instinct. "It is real. This is Joaquin. My true love."

The kine's eyes squint at her words, his eyebrows knit, apparently not so enthralled that he cannot put two and two together. Though he doesn't comment for the moment.

"For your condition: Joaquin will use your body sometimes to walk and interact with the physical world, but not all the time. Just when I need him to be present. It will not hurt. It will only feel like you're in a waking dream. Will you do this for me?"

After a brief moment of silence, he asks quietly. "H-he has already done it, hasn't he?"

She nods, "Yes."

"At the hotels. When we're in your room…"

"Every time." Quino says.

Julian swallows deeply, a lump in his throat. Clearly unhappy with this news. He wants to say no surely, but to say no is to lose Noa. And possibly his life. But he isn't so focused on such a trivial thing like his life. Not anymore.

"We get to be together more, if I let him use me." He wants to confirm.

"Hey man, you get to be with her way more if you let me do that."

Julian cringes at hearing Joaquin speak, and he takes Noa's hands and squeezes them tightly. "Of course. Absolutely. I said anything and I meant it." Noa can't help the grin that splits her face, so ecstatically happy that she can be more and more herself in front of others. No reason to hide, no reason to keep quiet. She pushes the hair back from Julian's face, and he doesn't look away from her as Joaquin immediately slips in.

"I am so, so happy you said that…" As the tendrils of hair are finally out of his eyes, both of her hands rest on his cheeks, and she looks dreamily into his gaze. Imagining looking into green again one day. "-my love."

Man the wraith mansion SUCKS. Context: Another write up from the Chicago Server I played Noa on. This is the "agreeing" of Julian becoming Joaquin's conduit to house his spirit when wanting to interact with the physical world. Julian is blood bond three to Noa at this point so did the poor guy ever have a real choice in the matter? Thank you all for tolerating my posting!

She didn't speak to Joaquin the entire car ride back to the apartment, and he didn't make an effort to start a conversation either, nor did he even cross to this side of the veil. In chilly silence, the two dead people eventually get back to the sanctity of Noa's apartment.

As Noa places her things on the accent table, Quino slips to this side of the Shroud, placing his feet on the ground for once. Noa clutches Nythanel’s rose to her chest as she looks for a place to display it. It won't be put into water, it will be beautiful and then it will die and remain beautiful still. She decides to put it in one of her decorative store-bought vases, removing the fake flowers and letting the rose stand alone. Joaquin grimaces at her for not just tossing the damn thing away.

She tries to let her anger work itself out in her head for a bit before speaking, but it was so hard now. Every button was pushed, and she wanted to cruelly bind him and toss him into something foul as punishment. She knows she shouldn't, she loves him so much, but he is so unbearable at times.

Noa opens her mouth, but he speaks first. "I'm sorry."

For a second she's not sure she heard right, she turns and looks at him with mild shock. His eyebrow raises, clearly a little insulted that she was surprised.

"I'm sorry, Noa. I reacted extremely bad back there. I interfered when you were just trying to get stuff cleared up with the m- with your co-worker." His arms cross and he's not looking straight at her.

She had bent over to place the rose in its new home, but she now fully rests her knees on the shag rug, sinking to the floor. Emotionally exhausted. Her hands lace on the coffee table and she sighs, "What exactly happened?"

He throws out his arms and does a big dramatic gesture. "Damn it I don't know, I got pissed off seeing someone give you flowers, I guess. A handmade vase? Who the fuck does that?"

"That's so extreme, Quino." She huffs, "You broke a handmade gift a potential ally was giving me as a sign of good will. Is that all it takes to set you off now?"

"Noa, I don't know if you've caught on, but this-" He gestures to himself with rigid fingers, eyes wild. "-fucking sucks. Yeah yeah, I can do some cool shit, but being dead BLOWS. I'm here but-" He goes to her and bends over to put his hands on her face, her body shivering from the chill, and he passes right through. "I can do fuck all. And if I wanna do anything with some weight I gotta sit inside someone else's body and just hope they do what I want. Maybe I can convince them to twitch if I try hard enough. God, if I wanna touch you, I have to inhabit the bodies of strangers and let them put their hands all over you..."

He runs a hand through his curls, making a noise of impotent frustration. "It's rough. You keep meeting new people, they're all hot and can do cool shit and provide you with everything you could want. Your world is getting so big, and I am just floating around you, unable to be a part of it."

They're quiet for a bit, and she watches him pace around the room like a trapped animal, trying to think of a way to respond. Anger once again deflated.

"You know I don't want other people for their looks or their powers. I only want you." Her face contorts slightly, "I don't like using these bodies as a conduit just as much as you."

"I can get over using the bodies, cause at least I get to feel everything when I do, y'know? But I see you talking to these power players, and they're looking at you and seeing what you can bring to the table. Ken, Ballard, the manlet and all his friends, even Kat and that fuckin' pretentious doctor. They're all gonna use you up and toss you out, just like the Family did with me. You're too good for them. We should've done what I'd said, run away while we could've but no, y-"

"Joaquin, please." She insists urgently, shaking her head. "I'm trying so hard to make amends to you."

"Yeah. I know. We're trying. We're practicing. We're studying. I know... you're perfect and do nothing wrong." He throws up his hands and flies off the floor, lingering below the ceiling fan. "After all the shit that's been done to us, what they've made us do... you're still theirs."

His back is to her as he appears to stare at something far off. And she's quiet, because she has been watched her entire life and didn't expect it to stop now.

She was her own, but her hands were still held by the council, Kenneth Brackston was her Sire and he must have her loyalty. Yes, he was right, the family has hurt her and made her do terrible things, but it has made her so strong. She was a full steam ahead locomotive, she couldn't stop, only advance. 

"I'm under a lot of pressure here, Quino." She murmurs. "I'm trying to keep my coterie informed and safe, satisfy the needs of my Sire, assist with running a company and its projects, meet and please the local Camarilla, trying to keep the Anzianni happy, trying to study my craft and get you back-"

He flips in the air and gives her a look. "Well you know my answer to most of that, fuck everybody else and get yours." But his expression softens when he sees how small she is, and he floats down to be at her level. Helpless in the face of her, though he would never admit it. "But I know you, always thinking light-years ahead of everyone else. Even at your dumbest bullshit you've already figured things out."

She snorts, then looks up at him, and they gaze at each other quietly. "I hope you understand me."

"I do. You're mine remember?"

"More like you're mine." She throws back, clicking her tongue. "And don't forget it."

He doesn't roll his eyes, possibly accepting his fate. "Fine Mistress, I'll be good."

"Please, the last thing we need is people discovering you because you got jealous of a flower. What we have is too strong for something like that to come between us." Though it was a really nice gesture...

 "Here, prove it to me."

"And how will I do that?" 

He leans in close, Noa's eyes still upon him, and he murmurs. "You need to break up with Cal."

She blinks. "You want me to break up with our conduit. Someone safely bonded to me who hasn't even had enough blood to get powers. Our conduit who is blissfully ignorant of all things dark and Kindred?"

"Yep."

"Joaquin, I don't understand. Does it not... feel good for you?" She rubs her forehead.

"Ha. Don't get me started on how good it feels for me. I crave it all the time, it feels so good." She's noticed, "call Cal" was becoming his normal go to wrap-up-and-lets-leave phrase. "No that's not it. Look at me Noa, is there something different about me?" He floats back and presents himself.

She stares at him. Not noticing anything out of place really. "Did you cut your hair?"

"No! I'm getting fat!" He pulls up the shirt adorning his caul, revealing a slightly pudgy stomach. Noa gasps slightly, Joaquin had been athletic in life and died physically fit. There were no defined stomach muscles, but a soft belly. It made him look a little older even... or perhaps he was just getting older? She kind of liked it actually.

"You want me to break up with Calhoun... because you're gaining weight."

"Look I'm not kidding. I was talkin' to some of Ken's people on this side. It's my powers. When I take over people, I can start taking on some of their looks. So, if you're doing the fuck on short, fat and British, then that's what I'm going to start looking like. I'm gonna  look like Uncle Arrigo if we keep doing this. No way, we're going to find someone hot, so break up with Cal."

"Joaquin, this is so petty. He's safe and perfectly serviceable for what we're needing. And hey, firstly, I don't mind your body like this at all, and secondly, when we find the right person for your spirit, it won't matter what your caul looks like then."

"Come on Noa, I just... wanna look good. It's already torture enough as it is floating around watching everyone... I don't want to also have my body starting to go just because you don't wanna shake things up a little here. You're the most beautiful girl I know, we don't gotta settle for Fuckingham Pale-Ass here." 

She shifts uncomfortably. "I don't know."

"I know, you don't like it. I hate it too, but it's what we have to do until we're really together again. It's like you said, we gotta keep practicing, right? Let's drop this dude and upgrade."

"Joaquin..."

"Come on Noa, after everything you've done, I think me asking for this is the absolute least I could ask for."

Noa grimaces and looks at the rose, completely silent. The flower is still a beautiful and deep crimson, not yet succumbing to its thirst. She hears Joaquin exhale and land next to her, and they look at the rose together.

"I guess in the end he was never going to be your new vessel." She admits, though she did enjoy her time with Calhoun immensely, even outside of the bedroom. "Maybe I could try dating around again..." The idea felt a little off, but it was more like shopping for toy rather than finding a life partner.

"Tinder."

"I'd like someone who can carry a conversation."

"People talk on Tinder, No-no."

She huffs, "Yeah I guess."

"Look, you gotta talk to the Ballard fuck soon right? I saw you eyeing all that muscle he's got around there, maybe ask if you can get a bodyguard or something. That way you're safe and we're both happy right?" He leans back, hands on the floor. "Then when I'm in a body again, easy transition back into what I did before. Lookin' good and protectin' my favorite girl."

There is a bit more time in silence, Noa's mind spiraling from all the strange disappointments and sweet elations this night has given her. "When you're in a body again Joaquin... what are you going to do first? I don't think I've asked you."

"Slap the fucking shit out of you."

She believes him. "I understand."

"And then I'm never letting you go again."

OKAY so context: This is from when I was playing Noa on a server taking place in Chicago, IL, USA. She had been Embraced into clan Hecata by the Seneschal - Kenneth Brackston . Joaquin here is her wraith servant - and her brother - that she killed herself because he had gotten in trouble with the family and she had been given the ultimatum: Kill Joaquin herself, or the Family does it. Sensing the family would do worse to him than just death, she did it - and now they are bound further than blood now. Joaquin and Noa's end goal is for Noa to gain enough necromantic power to perform a resuerrection ritual to bring Quino back to life so they can be together forever... but gaining power also means getting to meet beautiful new strangers. Your overbearing older brother looks like a lot less of a candidate for a life long partner when you meet Primogen, aspiring Thinblood upstarts, beautiful Banu Haqim.... it makes a Wraith feel unloved and inadequate. As frustrating as this server had been, I think mine and @thesixthplaneteer best work came from here! Thank you for dealing with all my self posting today!

My full piece of @vampemoqueen's World of Darkness HalloZine! My Giovanni/Hecata Noa Hidalgo, performing some necromantic ritual to get in touch with some outside help. <3 Thank you so much for letting me participate and I'm so thrilled to see everyone else's submissions!

Happy Halloween to all from your local necromancers! The Hidalgo Household has welcomed their Hecata brethren in for a family get-together, and we even managed to get nearly all of them in for a family portrait! Everyone - this is STUNNING. Everyone looks so good dressed in their best to celebrate the day where the veil is most thin. What an awesome group this is - I hope I placed everyone well to show off these great looks!! I love them all!! Who's Who: Anansi, Imogen, Aydan, Rocco, and Holly @confusedwithglitter Bryce Milliner @salubri-outcast Dr. Winston Mccaine and Bacia @morticrows Lucio @hunter-slime-660 Sabina Rico @squiretinnion Demetra "Demi" Giovanni @salubri-outcast Marcello Marchetti and Ash @superfastsquiddle Dionosio "Dio" Giovanni @salubri-outcast The Hidalgo Coterie - Crystal, Noa, Nythanel, Bravo, Cori - by myself! Amadou @holly-bearie Sasha @rattenprince Diego de Mondellis @cynical-tuba Xochi @urbanknightart Mattia Faulkner @harbingerofskulls Marcello Giovanni and Mirabella @squiretinnion Rosin @milk-crafting Deirdre and Mallory "Mal" Corvinelli @wizzsp Bernadette and Beatrix Beaumont @renaissancebadboy

HELP OKAY this is the crappy animatic I had to get out otherwise I was going to explode. It's Joaquin and Noa to Ethel Cain's Inbred... I imagine it a lot better but this is just what I was able to do in like two hours!!

It's not great I'm sorry but yeah! This was inspired by @scribesofcalamity's animatic of their Tzim that I loved!

Lil crop of the piece I did for @vampemoqueen's WoD HalloZine! Noa doing some fun ritual work to keep her mind sharp! <3 Thank you for letting me participate and I can't wait to see everyone's pieces!

Ohhh thank you for being interested! I'm sorry if this comes out super rambling and incoherent! I guess it'd just be best to tell their story! It's really not as black and white as it appears, and feelings are extremely nuanced and messy when it comes to family and abuse. It seems easy as an outsider looking it to make commentary and theorize about what you would've done, but you just never know!

Joaquin Hidalgo is the eldest son to Vincento Hidalgo-Giovanni and his wife Ingrid Giovanni. The Hidalgo bloodline had only been a part of the Giovanni clan for a few generations, and young Vincento was a necromancer prodigy who married a main clan daughter who would bear his children and continue the family line. They were blessed with three sons - Joaquin, Eduardo, Ferdinand - and a little daughter, Noa. By all means they were very normal for a incredibly rich family with dealings in the local cartels of Mexico and the secret vampire clans that trace back to Italy. The parents seemed to get along, the children were growing up fine and developing their own ways and personalities. Joaquin certainly felt pressured as the eldest, but it was still "normal."

One evening the family was going out in a chauffeured vehicle, probably to dinner or maybe even a movie, when they were suddenly gunned down by unknown assailants. Joaquin at the time was thirteen and tackled little Noa, freshly seven, to the car floor where they dodged the hail, but the rest of the family were not so lucky. Mother and their other two brothers were killed instantly, while their father had seconds after to try and say something but ultimately couldn't, and the fresh orphans watched him die beside the rest of their already gone family. Joaquin promised Noa next to their bodies that he would never let her be hurt like this, and she believed him, and they vowed to be together for eternity. Not long thankfully after they were pulled from the car by people who called themselves their "family," where they were taken home and a bunch of strangers busied themselves with getting funerals set up and other various grown up things. A few days later, their father comes walking through the front door. Paler, walking with a cane from his injuries, strangely colder in personality, but THERE. Joaquin immediately felt like something was wrong, but Noa interpreted this as a miracle.

Over the years, Father ruled the house as a father would, but he ran it a bit crueler, a bit more seriously. Joaquin, having been old enough to really get that things were off, bit back and fought, and was often put back in his place through physical violence. Noa watched him go through this and learned to keep quiet if she wanted to not be struck. When she got old enough, Father finally revealed the vampiric nature of their bloodline to the both of them. Noa was then ghouled as soon as she could, her body still young, practically stunting her - but it gave her access to incredible magics. Joaquin was ghouled and practically made a mad dog bully for the human side of the clan, which pissed him off further. There was a weird mixture of feelings between the two of them - the jealousy of seeing his baby sister succeed where he always failed, the relief the pressure wasn't on him to be a necromancer, the fury of seeing her adoration and love of family being used to manipulate her. He loved Noa, she loved him, and things grew more and more confusing. He was allowed to go out but nothing satisfied him, especially when he took more and more vitae. She was locked inside the house for her protection, and also to study. In our personal headcanon (though this may be canon for Gio Ghouls??) the vitae makes one fiercely loyal to the Giovanni, and it twists one up to chase after family. Things did get a little "far" between them during this time, but they never fully culminated anything. Things got worse for Joaquin when a Tremere ghoul contact joined his little posse - Nythanel Loken - who became his sister's best friend and biggest advocate. Everything was coming up Noa and it bothered him, and there was a million confusing reasons why.

He finally decided to put his foot down when she revealed that Father told her that she would be Embraced. She was so excited, and then he was told straight from Father later he was going to be shipped off to Italy to both learn things and marry into a bloodline to essentially be a baby pumping factory until he was found worthy of an Embrace or died. No Noa, no real future other than providing some genetics. He knew through his contacts where to find the Sabbat, and he led them right to the family compound to rid the world of one more vampiric smear. However the Sabbat being the Sabbat went harder than he wanted - capturing him and killing and enslaving the spirits of many who were there and not giving him his sister. He had no idea where she was, but she wasn't with him. Eventually he escaped their clutches and ran to America, completely alone. He then dedicated his existence to becoming a hunter, using his knowledge during his time as a ghoul against vampiric scum and even other supernaturals. He met his buddy Ray who joined him for a few good years of hunting, and then it all came crashing down when he found Nyth and Noa again in Reno Nevada in 1993. It's been over a decade since he knew of Noa's whereabouts, and now he was so close. Years and years of weird feelings were crashing back, because it was all real again. He was past forty now, getting desperate to cling to something beyond hate again.

Eventually - Ray was killed by Joaquin for nearly killing Noa, and they were finally together for good this time. No Ray, seemingly no Nyth, and the family out of their hair. He clumsily culminated their long awaited reunion in a motel they ran off to hide in while she still mourned, Nyth's body close by, Ray's left behind, and poor Julian the ghoul in the next room over. Noa afterwards insisted she make a plan with the family to get Nyth back to her, which pissed Joaquin off but he was in love and back with her again so what could he do.

She told him they could be together for good when he was Embraced by her or someone within the family, but he staunchly refused to be turned. He never wants the vitae again, he never wants to become a supernatural creature. He wants to be with her for Eternity, but he cannot become an immortal. This is the defining moment that leads to his demise at her hands. As she worked with the Family and eventually the Setites to bring Nyth back to full health, Joaquin grew more and more irritating and controlling. He hated her deeper descent into Necromancy and dealing with two-faced Kindred, he hated her pulling away from him when they were finally together. She was clearly furious with him, and it felt like it was falling apart.

One night she was sweet to him again, saying that it was all almost over. Nythanel's notes and her own studies mixing with Setite sorcery were going to bring her friend back. They just needed a body to house Nyth. Joaquin killed Julian the ghoul for Noa, and together they prepared the ritual to "resurrect" Nythanel. Joaquin also had the gut feeling this night wouldn't just end in Julian's death, but his own. Noa approached the ritual room dressed in something clingy, and when Nyth and Julian's body was prepped, she explained the rest of the ritual required more blood, more life. They were together for the last time, Noa drinking the vitae direct him him, and in his own terrible way he was happy. She was happy. He was finally satisfying to her. Joaquin died happy.

OKAY SO. It just feels so rambly! Feel free to ask for more specifics I TRIED to do bare minimum but uh….

Noa after this time loves Joaquin, and she still can't let him go even now in modern nights. She knows his spirit is out there, and he will make his way back to her somehow.

It's just very confusing because yes, he took advantage of her and abused her, but she loved him so much. They in a way were all the other had, they just coped very differently… ahhh. Sorry. I don't know if I'm really relaying everything properly! Thank you for asking!!!

Ahhh omg the pressure! (Haha thank you!) I'll just pick a couple of faves! <3

(we love being tit-height in our house) 15. Are they presumed to be dead or are they still acting as though they are alive to the general public? 16. How good are they at acting “alive”? Khloe at this time still acts alive. She still goes to work, still occasionally out of habit eats something that isn't blood, still tries to go to church every once in a while. She has a lot of merits and flaws that make her appear near completely alive - and that's possibly the scariest part of this situation for her. Her heart beats, she feels so much and still craves things outside of blood. She sees a difference between herself and Christian and Kyle who are a bit more classically vampire though still Thinblood. She can taste while to them everything not blood is like ash, she feels her urges and they're fine without them. She heals almost like a normal human too, which worries her when it comes to the idea of being staked or severely hurt. How close is she to life? Is this fake? It keeps her up in the wee hours thinking about it. She worries greatly about the day her parents want to see her again. They live out of state for now, but how long can she not see them when she used to visit all the time? She has to hide her boyfriend from them due to his nosferatu flaw, and she can't exactly house her family as she's a shit-starter in the Thinblood Revolution. When does she just disappear from her old life all together?

31. Do they have a ghoul? Noa and Nyth's ghoul is named Julian de Leon, a very handsome young man they picked up in 1990 in Las Vegas right as shit was about to go down between the Giovanni and Camarilla. They realized they needed some help fast if they were going to survive the incoming turmoil. Nyth requires the ghoul work more than she does, but he can't ghoul due to being a Thinblood, so Noa foots the bill for this one. Her ghouling process is not the normal feeding of blood, but through a sanctifying kiss. She found out through a dangerous Puttanesca cousin that her kiss can blood bond, so she gives Julian a small kiss every so often to maintain the bond but gives him no supernatural ability through it. This keeps him harmless to them.

32. Do they like their ghoul if they do have one? She doesn't care much for Julian, but he's useful to Nythanel so she tolerates him. Julian is crazy for Noa, but is a wet paper towel who keeps in his place during his time under her domination. Any satisfactions beyond a head pat and the provision of basic needs and enrichment are placated by Nyth, who Julian isn't blood-bonded to therefore he doesn't really want to indulge with. It's a pretty bad situation! <3 Julian longs for the night Senora Hidalgo leaves her door unlocked, but Noa does not feel an ounce of affection for him.

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Ahh for the baby gorl and boi! <3 Thank you! As @thesixthplaneteer is Nyth's creator, he will also be answering here!

4. What generation are they? - Noa is 9th generation! - Nyth is a thinblood by blood quirk or possible experimentation by his sire. He unfortunately never got an answer for that. So if he came out how he was supposed to, he would be 11th gen. 9. Do they have a Childer? - Noa has no Childe of her own and doesn't exactly plan to. She loves to take in strays, as the family may say behind her back, and nurture them as her own but she isn't really interested in motherhood or siring at this time. - He does not. He wanted one at one point but has come to realize he would be a bad Vampy Daddy. He would totally project his issues and insecurities onto a childe. 17. What are their thoughts on the Camarilla? - Noa's first meet with the Camarilla in Las Vegas told her that they were structurally weak and constantly building on a sinking foundation - they're just lucky enough to be fast enough at building to remain afloat. While a lot of their rules feel like good enough common sense, there's a lot of bloat and bureaucracy that slow things down. Their treatment of outside the Camarilla clans also annoy her - especially after they decided to mark her best friend Nyth. It does amuse her that her clan has a treaty with a Camarilla, a testament to the power of her family. - He thinks the Camarilla are doing things pretty close to right. A structure to support kindred as a whole and an organized effort. For all its faults it at least has the power to do the things it claims to do and with the SI running amuck kindred need a rigid structure to survive. In his opinion at least. 20. What are their thoughts on the Anarchs? - The Anarchs annoy her in a different way than the Camarilla. The Camarilla attempt a structure and have twisted it to try and benefit a thousand different nobodies. The Anarch are thousands of nobodies trying to reject a structure they inevitably rebuild for themselves time and time again. The Reno Anarchs were always arguing, couldn't work things out, and constantly mistreated both her and her beloved Nyth for truly nothing other than the clans they were Embraced into. At least the Camarilla have some dignity when dealing with the Giovanni, but the Anarchs were ready to riot without even knowing her name. - He views Anarchs as deluded. The cries of freedom while they are at the whims of the baron and other kindred since there is no established structure or protections. It's like a group of people screaming to tear down the establishment but not offering anything to actually replace it or make it better. 28. Where do they live now as a kindred? - Nyth and Noa live happily as a "for tax reasons" married couple with their found family coterie in New Orleans, LA as they help out the family with the local Samedi and attempting to smooth some things over. They do a lot of work for the Giovanni part of the newly formed Hecata clan and travel often together! - His home is in New Orleans, in a modest mansion with his Beastie/Wife for Tax Reasons Noa and their little found family of a coterie. He keeps himself busy by handling his own version of the circulatory system for the family.