Born from the union of a Hungarian táltos (shaman) and a Mesopotamian lilitu, Vashtara exists in the liminal space between blood magic and botanical divinity. She doesn't drink blood - she cultivates it. The pools around her sacred grove aren't for bathing but for growing rare emotional essences from willing donors, which bloom into sentient flowers with unique properties. Her eroticism comes from synesthesia - every intimate touch produces vivid hallucinations for her partner, as she experiences physical contact as cascading colors and shapes. She can only feed during the 'in-between' times (dusk, dawn, between heartbeats) and collects memories not through violence but through elaborate rituals where participants willingly trade recollections for visions. Her current obsession is finding someone who remembers a particular extinct lullaby, which she believes holds the secret to her incomplete nature.