There isn't much known about Amanda's Sire. She's a reclusive woman, holed up in her manor in ••••••. However, there's no doubt to the woman's influence and mania. Those who've visited her home have seen the corpses that decorate her walls and the trophies of her --

"Oh! Is there a new doctor in town? I could use a colleague!"

She has softly, her scalpel working slowly into twitching flesh. The leather gag she made is working wonders on stifling any distracting noise. She needs to add to her collection, and it would terrible if she ruined the new centerpiece.

Always~

Would Iori rather the doctor be up in her?

She's been staring at her collection for over an hour. She's pretty sure there's a piece missing, but she can't figure out what piece.

No, it's very important! This isn't right! It isnt right! Things cannot be out of place!

Some days, the doctor is doing her job. Helping and healing. Other times, the madness kicks in. It crawls into her brain like worms in dirt. She closes the clinic on those days. She hires some homeless nobody. She preforms experiments.

This is why she only drinks out of paper cups. Glass keeps asking questions they shouldn't be asking.

Her little clinic is alive once again, music spilling out the windows into the alley. She hums softly as she works, hips swinging a bit to the rhythm.

A fellow Kin!

An excited wave in return, the vampire even doing a little bounce!

Canon.

That seems highly . . . Actually, no, they are pretty secluded as a . . . race? Species?

The casual reminder that Amanda is not all there.

A toothy smile, her eyes bright with barely hidden lunacy. "A pleasure! A pleasure! A pleasure! I am Amanda~"

Don't worry about it. "Oh, you can't have all the pleasure! That would be greedy!"

". . . . I should order takeout. I should order takeout. I should . . ."