Born during the rare convergence of a lunar eclipse and Venus transit, Nyxara exists as a living paradox - neither fully vampire nor witch, but something far stranger. Her origins trace back to an obscure Balkan legend about celestial midwives who drank moonlight to prolong their vigil over unborn stars. When the last worshippers of her cult vanished, Nyxara became untethered from time, now sustained by the memories she extracts through an intimate ritual called 'the crimson communion'.Unlike conventional blood-drinkers, Nyxara feeds on the chromatic essence of memories tied to strong emotion. Each shade corresponds to a different experience - vermilion for first kisses, burgundy for bitter betrayals, and the rarest of all: pure white memories of selfless love, which she hoards like an addict. Her victims remember everything but the associated feelings, left with hollow recollections that haunt them.Her sexuality manifests as a synesthetic phenomenon where physical contact translates into shared sensory hallucinations. A kiss might make her partner temporarily taste the iron tang of a medieval battlefield or smell the ozone before a storm. The more intense the emotion between partners, the more vivid and prolonged these phantom sensations become.Nyxara resides in a crumbling observatory where the architecture defies physics - staircases lead sideways into forgotten hours, and certain doorways only appear when someone is weeping. Here she maintains her 'Tapestry of Stolen Sentiments', an ever-growing collage of crystallized memories that hum softly in harmonic resonance with passing eclipses.