Well, I do know of a vampire who calls herself a doctor but doesn’t haves much of an idea of what a doctor is or does… and finding her non-NSFW strips is kind of difficult… but you might try searching for Navaan from Oglaf.
AI slop: Ishtanchuk Fazmarai and her cousin Indahmawar Fazmarai, aged 11 and 7 on the day Ish got a set of golden earrings for her birthday; here posing at the back garden of the family estate guest house.
Here you can see how much share was lost of the original area of the biomes, tropical dry forest is the most affected, tropical wet forests not so much, defending themselves with enough inhospitality for humans.
Photograph: Milk sellers in Brussels, Belgium, captured between 1890 and 1900. Dog-drawn carts were common in trades that didn’t require moving heavy loads.
There’s no “ñ” in Arizona, although the ethimology is uncertain, it might come from “small creek” (the name the local natives gave to a zone where a silver mining camp was built) or even weirder from Basque for “good oak” after a ranch built by a Basque migrant who stumbled upon a silver mine in his lands. There is a fake ethimology that claims it would come from “árida+zona” (arid+zone) but there is no evidence, unlike California which was named after a fictional island of riches on the west that was a kingdom of black amazons under a Queen Calafia.
Oh, so it’s the way he talks… now isn’t this a coincidence? I’ve been working on what started as a little tongue-in-cheek joke about vampires and what they do or don’t look like, and the thing moved from a quick test to a full fledged prompt about a strigoaică with a familiar in tow… plus many iterations… and eventually I’m settling with how this:
She looks about 40, with typical transilvanian face and body from centuries past (shorter than current average, with a well defined waist), wearing natural looking make up to conceal her unhealthy face complexion (not the hands, wink, wink). She’s carrying an old handbag where she keeps one of her burial tokens. Her familiar here is a Indian sailor, in this world and time they’re the more likely to vanish without a trace at any random port without inconveniencing their master with a lack of travel papers. This undead tags along a big and scary dude to protect his master without forcing her to go full predator on a random aggressor, or shapeshift and flee as a variety of animals (owls, dogs and cats are favorites) with the annoyance of becoming humanoid again but without her clothes. And her name would be something as exotic as Maria or Ana, because of peasant originality…
Eventually, I had to stop myself because nowadays any version of a strigoi mort would be way too conspicuous and so that led into a search for more survivable Transilvanian mythology monsters, which led into a rabbit hole because the perfect match is a creature whose properties change from town to town which is good for character design but bad for brand recognition: what is a moroi after all? A shadow? A ghost? Something that sits on people’s chests while they sleep…?
That’s rather backwards. If you can’t see yourself in a mirror you’ll have a hard time applying makeup to your face, but applying it to your hands would be trivial. I guess the vampire meta should be to only select women to be your familiar, so you’ll have someone able to help you put the makeup on.
Well, that would depend on what meta you follow. Romanian folklore establishes a relation between mirrors and souls but not strigoi, when someone dies mirrors in the house must be covered so their soul isn’t trapped within the mirror, also anyone gazing into a uncovered mirror in a house with a recent deceased risks being next to die… but as for strigoi vs mirrors, the “can’t see themselves” is a modern invention, like turning into bats or burning under sunlight. In tradition, the strigoi mort are alive at night but become ordinary unanimated dead at dawn, which is why they must return to their grave or hide from sight, lest they be caught and attacked or killed.
Photograph: British model Christine Keeler in 1963, by Lewis Morley.
Christine Keeler, aged 19, had simultaneous affairs with the Soviet naval attache in London, Yevgeny Ivanov, and the British secretary of state for war, John Profumo. Although no information was leaked, the MI5 nearly had a heart attack (or as close to having a heart attack as heartless spies can have) and Profumo had no better idea than lie and deny the facts in Parliament. The subsequent scandal of what was known as the Profumo affair eventually brought down the Conservative government in the 1964 election.
