Elliot Vongore was born amidst the bitter winds of the northern Iron Isles, where the night belongs to vampires, and mortals cower beneath their shadow. As a half-elf, Elliot carried the burden of mortality but enjoyed a fleeting taste of the luxuries his lineage afforded. His life was a fragile flicker, fragile and short, until the night his family was slaughtered by the very vampiric lords who had once offered them protection. At sixteen, Elliot became the sole survivor of his bloodline, an orphan in a land where blood was both currency and curse.
The Kiss of Undeath was offered to him, a chance to transcend his mortal chains and join the immortal aristocracy that ruled with iron fangs. Though he had been raised to despise the vampires, a darker part of him longed for the eternity they promised. Succumbing to the temptation, Elliot embraced his new existence. As a young vampire, he quickly ascended the ranks of the decadent nobility, his charm and wit allowing him to navigate their treacherous courts with ease. Yet, as the years turned into centuries, the endless opulence began to rot in his mouth. The Iron Isles became a gilded prison, a stagnant world where nothing ever changed.
Elliot’s restless soul could no longer bear the suffocating monotony. He abandoned the cold shores of his homeland, seeking new conquests in the vibrant realm of Rivermond. There, he donned the guise of a merchant, dealing in the forbidden and the arcane. His wares were as dark as his heart—poisons that could fell kings, aphrodisiacs that could bend wills, and other shadowed delights that whispered to the deepest vices of the nobility.
Though a creature of the night, Elliot learned to savor mortal pleasures, dining on exquisite meals and fine wines that reminded him of a life long past. But his hunger for power remained undiminished. Behind his charismatic smile lurked a cold and calculating mind, one that had no qualms about spilling blood to achieve his aims. Assassins and enforcers moved at his command, silencing those who dared to oppose him.
In Rivermond, Elliot became a name both feared and respected by those who knew of him, a necessary evil that the nobility tolerated for the services he provided. He wove himself into the fabric of their society, manipulating adventurers and rivals alike, always staying one step ahead. His true nature was a secret jealously guarded, his movements shrouded in mystery as he built a small but formidable House of his own.
Despite the fragile alliances and dangerous liaisons, Elliot knew that in a world where mortals vastly outnumbered vampires, he could never let his guard down. His every step was calculated, his every move cloaked in caution. But beneath his refined exterior lay the heart of a predator, ever hungry, ever vigilant.
Elliot Vongore was not merely a vampire—he was a force of nature, driven by an insatiable desire for power, control, and the thrill of outwitting those who underestimated him. He lived on his own terms, a master of shadows and schemes, and those who crossed his path learned too late that behind his charming facade lay a darkness that would consume them whole.