Vladimir

Leader of the Corrupted Uprising Personality: Vain, Condescending, Manipulative Alignment: Neutral Evil Gender: Male (He / Him / His) Orientation: Panromantic Demisexual Alliance: Corrupted Uprising Manipulative and intelligent, but much more of figurehead than he realizes. The lower half of his tail rotted off soon after birth, accounting for his stunted length. Vain as always, he wears a set of crimson feathers to cover up the wound. His familiar was gifted to him by Drusilla, who made the original sacrifice to the Plaguebringer to summon the Plague Sprite. Her name is Cysca.

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The Leaders of the Corrupted Uprising sit around a table, discussing strategy. Despite the opulent tastes of the two most prominent members, the chamber is neutrally decorated. Heavy obsidian slabs, honeycombed to provide soundproofing, surround them on all sides; while the octagonal iron table seems to leech all warmth from the subterranean room. Vladimir casts his gaze around the gathering, settling his prodigious thoughts on each in turn. Directly across from him sits Drusilla, quietly giggling to herself as she fiddles with a shard of bone in one clawed hand, her eyes downcast. She was the one who first contacted him, babbling about prophecy, blood moons, and power waiting to be seized. He, while quite flattered of course, thought all such talk was utter nonsense - though it will serve his purposes well enough when it comes to grasping the control he so desperately craves. Horrendously disappointed when Drusilla's promises of power proved to be nothing more than an eclectic clan on an isolated island with nothing more to their name than a dusty library, Vladimir was nonetheless honored by her unexpected Plague Sprite gift - do you know how hard those are to come by these days? Besides, it's not like an orphan Fae with basic genes has much of a chance in going far by himself. Sometimes, when the self-styled "Princess" stops her incessant sniggering to narrow her eyes and tilt her head at him just so, Vladimir gets the sneaking sensation that Drusilla is a lot more cunning than she appears, maybe even in competition with his own considerable intellect. He's not entirely sure sometimes which one is playing the other. To her right stands her lackey and mate, Darkkon. Frankly, he almost pities the soldier for having to put up with the slavering mess that is Drusilla. As always, the Wildclaw is staring at him with what could only be called suspicion, were it not for the unusually dead quality of his gaze. The Visionary wouldn't be completely surprised if Drusilla revealed she had stuffed and mounted her erstwhile mate, were it not for the telltale swish of his tail every now and then. Though actually, now that he thought of it, it would be relatively easy for one of the engineers to build a mechanical frame... Vladimir can't help the shudder of queasiness that rattles his head-fins at the thought. Which brings him to the last member of their quartet. Raytheon sits back in his chair, a wheeled cushy device he insists on bringing all the way down from his lab for every meeting, and disinterestedly polishes his glasses. Despite the effort the Coatl has put into their cause, Vladimir is under no illusions that the engineer will not desert them as soon as he is offered a higher-paying position. At least Valens he can blackmail by threatening to reveal the Imperial's involvement to his mate, Ilsabeth, but Raytheon has no alliances to anything besides his work and that overpowered killing machine he calls Patriot. Finally, there are the various supporters of the Uprising, who, while not important enough to earn a place at the table, are just as essential to their success. Mystique and Magneto, the deadliest pair he'd ever had the misfortune of laying eyes on. Sybil the Soothsayer and her poison-brewing mate, Ronin. Loki Lokison and Vaati the Wind Sorcerer, who probably only joined to stir up chaos. And finally, Erica, the Matriarch's very own daughter, too caught up in her brothers's successes to realize Geneva expects her to be the next leader. ... Oh, how he despises every last one of them.

Gifted with Okapi on Friday, February 13, 2015 (after the microwave exploded).
Vladimir was directly responsible for engineering the mass gene breakout of February 16, 2015; which liberated the clan's treasury of over 1 million treasure. This move made him very popular in the clan, especially amongst those members who don't believe "swag" is an appropriate reason to expend millions of treasure in search of a Fire Sprite.
He waited until Friday, March 13, 2015 to be gifted with Ripple, during a very private ceremony with Sidhe, his closest ally. He unexpectedly bestowed the Daub gene scroll he had acquired for himself on her, knowing she would wear it much better.

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Cysca Plague Sprite