Vampire Jester Lovers - Sanguine & Melancholy (Duo Bundle)

[Medium Sized Models - 25mm Individual Bases + 50mm Joint Base]

(Two Variants Included - Masked/No Mask)

[Presupported with LYS files in 32mm & 75mm Scale]

For more than a century, Sanguine and Melancholy have been bound together as both partners in performance and in love. Once they were but two faces among a travelling troupe, roaming the pristine landscapes of Greypeak and Brightstone. Their acts brought mirth to lords and ladies in gilded halls and laughter to common folk in muddy squares. Sanguine’s wit and infectious charm dazzled audiences, while Melancholy’s quieter, dour foil made her shine all the brighter. Their chemistry was undeniable, their bond unbreakable, entwined by both fate and affection.

It was this bond that caught the eye of Duke Henrik Strauss, a secretive vampire whose court resided in Strassen. After witnessing their act, he demanded they abandon their troupe and serve his court exclusively. Melancholy’s unease led him to refuse, though Sanguine had been tempted by the wealth and praise such a position promised. Henrik’s response was merciless. He revealed his vampiric nature, slaughtered the troupe, and cursed the pair with undeath, binding them to his will.

For decades they performed only for Henrik and his court. The lavish halls of Strassen became their prison, their joy turned hollow. Sanguine’s exuberance became a mask, hiding the rot of grief within, while Melancholy’s sorrow grew heavier with each passing year as he watched the light in his beloved begin to fade. When the Duke’s power faltered, they seized a chance to flee, vanishing into the wilds. For the first time in a century they were free, yet freedom was not without its price.

Hungry and ragged, they wandered until hunger overcame restraint. On a lonely roadside, they fell upon a young couple, their humanity slipping away with each desperate mouthful. For days after, Sanguine was silent, hollowed by shame. To ease her suffering, her partner cast aside his mortal name, vowing to bear her grief as his own. From that moment, he was “Melancholy,” so she might yet carry the name “Sanguine” and not drown entirely in despair.

Their reprieve was short. Soon they were discovered by Benoit, general to Baroness Noctra de Blanc. Offered refuge at Castle Beaufax, they accepted, for though it might have been another gilded cage, it was better than wandering as beasts. Now they are fixtures of Beaufax’s masquerades, their performances infamous across the south. Sanguine dances with radiant mirth, Melancholy weeps with silent sorrow, and together they captivate audiences with a brilliance that belies the weight they carry.

Yet behind every smile and every tear lies the same truth. Both are haunted by the roadside lovers, whose blood still stains their souls. Sanguine fears her laughter may one day die, leaving her hollow. Melancholy bears her pain, his own long buried beneath layers of grief. Together they endure, their art a performance not only for others, but for themselves, as they struggle to preserve what remains of their love in the endless shadow of immortality.