.｡ﾟ+..｡ 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡 , a private blog for vera cisneros, an original character set in city of ruin. written by rora, 24, she/her pronouns.
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name. vera cisneros. occupation. part-time student, pre-law intern. age. died at 25, is currently 27. sexuality. i’m figuring it out bro. there’s not a gender preference, it’s complicated for other reasons. species. vampire. clan? kanemaru. location. hometown is [redacted]. they've been in port leiry for about three years. relationship status. single. personality traits. sadistic, calculating, methodical, anticipative, disciplined, inquisitive, eccentric, impersonal, extreme.
strengths and weaknesses tbd.
bullets tbd.
leaving mexico had been the worst thing to ever happen to them, but it hadn’t been their choice to make. nothing had been. she was a child, bundled warm in their parents’ american dream. they were four, with two little siblings and another sure to come, a family seeking entrepreneurship in an american city, with american neighbors, and american values. vera didn’t fit here, even as she grew. their siblings were more enthusiastic to learn and mold than they were, as they faded into the world of being a wallflower, keeping an anxious and watchful eye on their little brothers and sister. vera, turned stoic and seven, with parents who laughed and chimed “i don’t know where she gets this from!”. then, they learned how to draw on a smile, be a happy, helpful face around the store.
but, still, vera knew more than their siblings did. they were the eldest daughter. behind the scenes, her parents crumbled. they were so kind, the two of them, but vera could see their weaknesses, could see the way the other adults, creeping through the shadows to reach them, took advantage of them. vera heard hushed, panicked conversations about debt, and deals, and sharks in spanish as she’d tucked the little ones into bed. they learned how to tune out the sounds of their apartment to hear voices, instead, through the walls. the whimsy of the store faded, and soon vera felt the love crumble from the walls, replaced by fear. her parents’ kindness couldn’t keep the bills from coming, their hope didn’t stop the borrowed money from coming back to bite them.
with nothing left to give, and the store slipping from their grasp, something else was stolen from the cisneros.
vera was wide awake the night the men came for them. four little children, snatched from their beds in the dead of night. their parents begged, and screamed, and wailed, but it didn’t matter. nothing changed. vera wasn’t strong enough to fight them off, not then. then they were four little children, in the world of monsters that were still, just men. it was horrible, and awful, and terrifying, and none of them had ever had to feel anything like it, before.
but ultimately, it was their burden. the men locked the four of them in the same room, knocked into a pile of terror, and shaking limbs. her brothers and sister looked to vera, so they could be strong. in captivity, vera kept track of everything. they marked the days on the walls, wrote everything down using little stones discarded on the cement floor, just like them. when they had finally shushed her siblings, that’s when the men came back down for them. still stolen, they had them working. and vera learned things, as her siblings cried. they learned this wasn’t the government, or anything legal. they learned how they could move up, as their siblings hoped. after watching how their parents had sobbed after them, vera knew they weren’t coming. it was up to her to get them out. softness didn’t serve them, here, not anymore, so vera buried it deep, their nightmares killing every bit of it, never seeing the light of day. it left a blank face for them to draw on a smile, work her way around the gang of sharks that held them hostage. they would get their siblings out, survive against the odds. they didn’t have a choice. they just would.
it took years, and still, no one came for them. as a birthday present to her youngest brother, vera finally escaped with their siblings after all of the planning, collecting, bargaining, and deals. in the end, it was just their family, nothing else was intact but that. vera didn’t trust anyone else, evaded foster care, government programs, and tracking as a thirteen year old with their ten, nine, and six year old, taking advantage of kindness when it’s offered to four, quiet children with trauma in spades. it was easy to get people to take them in. vera found them, beforehand. using library computers, they found the widows, the couples who wanted children so desperately but couldn’t, the divorced, and landed the four of them convincingly on their doorstep, lost and afraid. none of them ever saw their parents again, because vera never took them back. they wouldn’t have been safe there. school was always important, for them and their siblings. school, was how they would get out of the mess, of the running, of the fear that plagued the little ones she was meant to look after. vera had always been an overachiever, and they knew it would get them all out.
they were right. overloading high level classes in middle school turned to overloading high level classes in high school, and then they made it to college, and adult-hood meant they could finally keep their family safe on their own. connections vera had gathered through all of their fancy, exclusive extracurriculars lead to step-stools for the hard to reach jobs, the ones that paid well. at eighteen, with everything else about them and their siblings erased from records, vera could keep her siblings safe in an actual home. after five years more of saving, they could keep their siblings safe separately from them, where they could live a life of hope, and love, warmth like the three of them may have known without the danger vera was willing to engage in to continue surviving. after all, they were growing up too, and could choose to do other things besides political science. they could live. but vera kept going. and eventually, she found port leiry.
at twenty three, they continue with tideview university, grad school, carrying credits over after a referral from a friend to continue their studies. they find a roommate, won over by their charm and painted smile. they do real people things, like schmooze and hang out and go out to bars. it’s normal, mundane in the safe way, vera has no need for the darkness buried so unmistakably deep inside them. it just … sits. popular in school, they make friends who think they know them. it’s not anybody’s business how true that is. vera over-plans, over-explains, exudes control over everything they can. they’re the mom friend, the one who always has the homework, and a perfect planner, skincare routine, meal plan, gym schedule with some … wacky and intense self defense skills, at worst.
their roommate goes missing for a week. vera can feel that something is deeply wrong, when they return: starving, and violent, and ranting madly about creatures and monsters and darkness. vera is prepared, and they don’t even have to bring their swords out. their roommate, even with newfound strength, is clumsy, and nowhere near as precise or devastating as vera. she restrains them, ties them to a chair, keeps them there, starved and desperate. and vera learns about vampires, that darkness of theirs bubbling up to drink. they experiment on their hungry roommate, carving from them to watch them heal, observing how things … slow without blood, how they grey and lose strength. vera runs out of experiments, ways to kill them, things to write down obsessively and try, questions to ask. they take a sample of their roommate’s vampire blood, and an exact counting of sleeping pills that would take vera down peacefully.
they die, and then they come back. she’s found a way to cheat death and they’re still here, rife with power, and strength they’d never known, and hunger. it’s the one thing they can’t control, and it drives them mad. she uses their roommate, portioning their blood, exercising limits, but even they run out of their usefulness, and vera has themself to experiment on, now. after thorough research, they drive a wooden stake through their roommate's heart, and disposes of them.
the darkness that vampirism incites is … different to navigate than when she was human. vampires are different, and the world becomes different. académie du haut-pont helps, their windows and walls keeping them safe from the hellfire of the sun, but their career tangles. they get lucky with an office that has odd hours, using their new vampire abilities to convince them to even open such hours. but it’s a thrill, vera has more than they ever had, and there’s so much to explore.
manipulate-ees? - vera will use their looks, disingenuous charisma and popularity to get what they want. least convincing argument in the world to be their "friend" but it is an option.
other kanemaru vampires - vampires in general, but connections through the clan are my priority. vera typically works heavily on their own, i would love to see how they fit in with the clan and how they interact. also like, what in the world they're doin there.
witch for the daylight jewlery spell - once they hear of the possibility of walking in the daylight, it will become a huge priority for her. it is incredibly important to them to acquire, and thus would lead them to be willing to barter more than usual in exchange for the service.
