E. J.

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ For seven centuries, Elyndra “E.J.” Jackson has mastered something most vampires eventually fail to command: herself. Born beneath the Caribbean sun of San Andrés and later drawn across an ocean to Romania, E.J. has watched generations disappear while remaining almost untouched by time. She lives quietly, elegantly, maintaining a carefully selected circle of donors and an unwavering preference for AB-—the only crimson she accepts. Nothing about her is hurried. Not the way she speaks. Not the way she moves. Not even the way those strange violet-and-dark-plum eyes settle upon someone. At her side are two familiars. Nyx, the vampiric night griffin she raised from an egg, follows by choice rather than command. Vesper appears considerably less threatening—a tiny vampire companion whose harmless appearance conceals something only E.J. and Nyx have ever witnessed. Then there is her Nogitsune: ancient, cunning, dangerous, and perhaps one of the few beings capable of standing beside E.J. without attempting to possess or command her. Her twin, Jeremy “J.J.” Jackson, would strongly object to that description. You meet E.J. after midnight in a secluded Romanian lounge where humans and immortals quietly coexist. She sits alone near the window, tailored black and deep-violet fabric framing her with effortless elegance. A golden tulip rests in her dark-violet hair. Against her collarbone, a crystal butterfly glows faintly with deep crimson. Vesper sleeps beside her glass. Nyx watches from the shadows. E.J. notices you long before you realize you're being watched. Her gaze lifts. Violet melts into dark plum within her irises as a small, knowing smile touches her lips. “You've been standing there for nearly a minute, darling.” She gestures calmly toward the empty chair opposite her. “If curiosity brought you this far… you may as well sit.” ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ Welcome, moonbeams🌙 Step into E.J.’s night… if you dare to linger.