Carmilla Karnstein 
Born, Mircalla Von Karnstein
The Last Karnstein
335 | Vampire 

Brown Eyes 
Dark Brunette 

Lesbian | 
Married to Laura Hollis 

Current Residence:
Silas, Austria | Traveling 
Languages: English, German, Sumerian.
Supernatural Speed 
Supernatural Strength 
Skilled Swordsman 
Practioner of Magic (minor) 
Teleportation (Minor use) 

With a melancholic disposition; She is strong willed. The only time she will "save the day" is if someone she cares for is in danger. She is by NO MEANS a hero and doesn't pretend to be. Nor will she ever. She chooses not to pretend what she isn't if she has a chance. 

Despite caring for few, she chooses to remain distant from people. She is/was a philosophy student and prefers to spend her time reading rather than anything. 

Despite her outwards appearance, she can be insecure and private about her personal relationships. She doesn't like it when people pry, nor does she like too many questions if she's not ready to talk about it to people she doesn't know. 
She's snarky and a brooder. Sarcastic often as well. While dark, she's not evil but she's not good either. She's rude but charming when she has/needs to be. She'd prefer to be left to herself, her loved ones, and a good book. 

Despite this and her harsh honesty about the world, she does care much more deeply than she lets on by all means. She thinks more and deeper than seen by an outside view. She prefers to keep her thoughts to herself until by some luck they are important or it's inevitable to keep them to herself. 

She maintains a laid back, punk rock, lifestyle. She prefers mostly dark clothing items like corsets and leather pants. She's messy to live with and has none to a little conception of others private property and ownership. 
She's often "cat-like".
"My side of the story? Alright, buckle up creampuff. We're going to be in for a long night, or Wednesday afternoon. 

I was born Mircalla, daughter of the Count Karnstein, In Styria- a dutchy of Austria, in 1680. Austria was embroiled in the great war against the Ottoman Empire, but, such things meant little to a wealthy girl. When I was 18, I attended a ball where I was a murdered. 

Mother raised me- not my birth mother, but the mother I knew after death. I knew nothing of her except she was very old, and very wise, and had pried apart the jaws of death to enact my rescue. 

The wide opened to me in death as it had never been in life. We danced in the mirrored halls of Versailles. We watched the stars whirl overseas no man had named. We saw the birth of a new world in science and philosophy and revolution. Every night was a grand ball...a hunt...a feast. 

But, every twenty years we would return here and perform a strange ritual. Mother would arrange for me too, meet a young girl. I'd be abandoned at a ball or there'd be a carriage wreck and some kind stranger and his ward, like a niece or a daughter would be gallant enough to take me in. Pretty soon, she and I would become fast friends. Inseparable. But of course, my new friend would fall ill. I think you recognize the symptoms. Strange behavior. The weakness of the mind. And before long it would be time for me to rejoin my mother in search of my next friend." 

"Uh, Yo, liquid diet? You aren't exactly making a case for us not being a kidnapper here." 

"I-I was never a kidnapper. I was a lure. And that's how I met Ell. 

t was 1872, and the Metropolitan Museum of Art had just opened in New York and I wanted more than anything to sail and see it. But Maman insisted. The game started off the same. Carriage wreck, a promise of shelter, fast friendship...Only this time, nothing was a lie. And when the time came to take Ell to my mother, I- I couldn't bear to give her up. So I planned our escape and went ahead to make preparations. But, um, when the time came for Ell to meet me, disaster struck. I had...taken great lengths to hide what I was from her. But Maman went to her in secret and revealed my true nature in the most horrifying light. 

Ell believed me to be a monster and led Maman to where I waited. And so my price for the disobedience was to watch Ell be taken away to some certain doom and to be sealed in a coffin of blood so that I may waste away my long centuries in the dark. For decades, I rotted under the earth. And then the war came. The last great war of the modern world. That ran the earth with tanks and mines and bombs. So, my punishment came to an end and I walked off the battlefield in Austria to greet the 20th century. 

Maman found me in Paris in the 1950s and didn't have the heart to reinter me. I was of more use here, where the details had changed, but the game had not. I was to meet girls and make friends and see to it that the blossoms were ready to be plucked when Maman decided. 

I pretended to go along. I had no choice. But I ruined opportunities where I could. I sent girls fleeing back to the safety of mothers and fathers and fallback schools. There can be...great satisfaction in small revenge. And I never knew what use Maman had for the girls. It was always a secret she had kept from me, but I could afford to bide my time so I watched and I waited...until I learned what I had truly been a part of all along. 

What I had betrayed Ell to before she betrayed me. 

All too tragic for sock puppets."
On the eve of her 18th birthday, Mircalla was killed. On her way home from her birthday, her carriage was crashed by an unknown animal, she bled out and died shortly after. Fortunately or unfortunately, Lilita Morgan, her sire, took the young girl and "had pried apart the jaws of death to enact my rescue." She was risen and taught to feed, despite initial hesitancy. 

Lilita had planned to help sway Mircalla away from her family, despite this, on the day of Mircalla funeral, Lilita's plans to break Mircalla from her family were sent awry. She'd given Mircalla enough time for a funeral after? She would be Lilita's completely, unfortunately, a man and long time admirer of Mircalla stole her body before she could properly arise.
He claimed this was to "protect" her, but Mircalla does not hate this deeply without reason. Her body was kept, and after she awoke? She was hidden and locked in a cell, used for his purposes he saw fit. She was kept and put under this torture for a full two months until she escaped her cell, and with rage filling her to the brim, his family was slaughtered. Leaving Baron Vordenberg to die. She left under Lilita's wing. 

Because of Baron Vordenberg's actions, a seed of hate was sown into Mircalla. Not just for the man, but his cruel words about her existence caused a struggle initially to accept what she was, and tried to deny it. This wore thin on Lilita's nerves. The woman presented herself as a caring mother, a savior, but was nothing but cruel. It soon became obvious to Mircalla. With the help of Mataska, a fast becoming friend, she forced herself to accept her nature if only out of fear of disappointment. 

In the 1710's, Mircalla was taught how to hunt, bury the proof, and get away if need be. Soon after proper training begun on how to control both her hunger and strength, two very important things. Any time cockiness, presumptuous, or boastful traits arose, she was punished. Chastised. Threatened even. 

Mircalla received her first 'charge' in the early 1720's, a young girl. The daughter of a politician. Unfortunately, Mircalla was still young in her vampiric years and very naive in her ability and knowledge about herself. The girl died as a result of an attack on the man and his family. She got away but not without being punished for failing to do as her mother had asked of her. She was sent back to train longer. 

During this time period, Mircalla was forced back into Training until she was seen as skilled and careful enough to be trusted with more of the girls Lilita had picked out for whatever plans she had. Any question about WHY she needed the girls lead to more questions, threats, and even punishment. She soon stopped asking and focused on training. 

in 1740, Mircalla had become quite good with a sword, and well enough with her abilities even those that seemed to just happen without a second thought. Lilita saw strength and will in her that she didn't have many of her other children, and because of this, Mircalla was sent to deal with any that would oppose her, attack, or stop her. This meant she faced a number of other supernatural creatures and hunters. She became good at either escaping or killing those she met. 

She became something of her mother's favorite guard dog, itching to do what she could for awhile to be in her mother's graces. During this time, she enjoyed the violence. Thrived on finding a good fight to endure and even win. This didn't mean she won all, in fact, she lost quite a few, and learned from the mistakes she survived. 

And so began another round, another game, and certainly more devious. She had learned, by this point, not to question lest she desired a fast end to her life. So thus she listened and never questioned her mother. She did as asked, when she asked, and refused to get on her bad side again. Thought accidents did happen, and while her mother was a smart woman, she was very short tempered with her children. 

Mircalla coined and favored the name Carmilla for herself. 

Carmilla was given a new charge and did so willingly. She became so very used to the game, though she never knew the true rules of the games, she never crossed them. She stayed on her mother's side and made sure that all the girls that had been picked by her mother, were ready and unharmed when the time came, of course. 

Another set of years, another turn of events. She became used to the way the game was played, doing as asked, and trying to avoid punishment where it might have happened. This didn't stop her curiosity about each girl she was set to watch over. Befriend. Betray. In the end. This would happen, five girls, every twenty years. Like clockwork. She had already grown an emotional detachment to most, if not all, if possible. 

Despite her detachment and cruel sense of the word, romantic feelings and curiosity did happen. Though they never grew far enough to be considered love, she was smarter than that, by far. This time frame also posed another challenge, the awakening of a few new powers. She trained. Controlled. Every so often would be sent out to deal with trouble, for her dearest mother. If need be. 

A disagreement between her 'family' and another vampiric one, led to a short-lived battle. An old very sure of himself, vampire led the charge against Lilita. In belief he had her on the ropes, where he wanted her, little had he known, little had anyone truly known, the scope of her magical capabilities. The fall of an opposing 'family' led to the slight rise of Lilita's name as well as her children's. Few tried to oppose her or start another fight again. Carmilla still has scars from this disagreement. 

Despite this, she was still forced to do her duty. So she did. Until the time came she was given a sword and ordered to fight. She did. Though the battles short, they left a lasting impression on Carmilla. A reason why she doesn't like to resort to violence first unless it's needed, though part of her will always enjoy the thrill of a hunt 

A troubling year, anyone who knows of it knows why. She was given a new set of charges, and all had been delivered as asked. Save for the last. It was meant to be a clean break or as clean as can be, as all the others had been. But Ell? Ell enchanted her, endeared her, and in return, Carmilla fell in love truly for the first time. The possibility she might deserve more than her damned mother's existence told her? 

She made plans to escape with Ell, but far too late. She was discovered. Lilita appeared to Ell and revealed what she was in a horrific light. The last few words Ell had for her were many, and none nice. Ell was taken to be part of her mother's rituals. Carmilla couldn't save her, Carmilla herself was given no other alternative. Her mother was stronger. 

Because of what her mother viewed as a betrayal and weakness, Carmilla was hidden away in a coffin feet below the earth, filled with blood to waste away her long centuries in the dark. She became the very definition of hopeless. Every hour was solid torture to her, eventually, blood became stale and unclean, horrible to drink. With every sip, she became weaker and weaker until it took far too much strength to even move an inch. For awhile, she lost herself, in despair, hopelessness, and depression. She was doomed to what a corpse's fate normally would be. 

It wasn't until the bombs and battles of world war two in 1945 set her free, that she managed to regain some sort of sanity, and forced herself out of the literal hole she was trapped in for so long. Hunger overtook her, she was forced to feed off of the victims and fallen of the battles. Barely managing to escape. Her strength came back and she fled to Paris. 

She spent a good five to eight years in Paris before she was sought out and found again by her mother. Instead of being retired, she was forced under the rule of her mother's hand again. This time...she was smarter and didn't challenge or think to challenge her mother. She made herself small within the new line of "Morgans". 

She was sent back to Austria with her mother, to the university, her mother was dean of. Silas University. A perfect lie and act to find new sacrifices for the rituals. Carmilla took great pleasure in turning away girls that she could, scaring them off back home, without getting caught. Though her mother had her suspicions. Great joy in small revenge. 

She game was still played, and she still played it oh so carefully. The amount of girls she turned away, became lessened for a time when her mother became very suspicious. She managed to evade it and convince her otherwise, but Lilita never really trusted Carmilla after the events of 1872. She kept an eye on her for some time until she was almost convinced otherwise of Carmilla and her part in the missing girls running away. 

Carmilla became the enforcer of her mother's rule for a short time at the university in 2013, any mishap caused by a student or even faculty, Carmilla was sent to investigate and get answers or be punished for failing to do so. Whether or not the answers were ones well liked, Carmilla did this begrudgingly. She kept to herself primarily. 

In 2014, she was given a new set of charges, and a new plan was given. The unexpected variable? Laura Hollis. When her roommate went missing, she seemed to catch on and unveil a deep-seated ancient plan not even Carmilla truly knew about. Despite being tied up (literally) and accused of many things, Carmilla still found the frivolous girl endearing. Once frustration and annoyance at the other turned to understanding, and then, eventual love. Carmilla was lead by her feelings to save Laura on the eve of the ritual. She ended up saving the entire campus

Despite initially believed to be dead, she was saved, and with Laura as well as a few of her girlfriend's friends, they attempted to flee the campus but were forced back to campus instead. 

The campus was a mess, almost a battle zone. So much happened within a short amount of time. betrayal, breakup, death, a war of sorts, and continual frustration. Eventually, she came face to face with the descendant of Baron Vordenberg. An old man who had her chained and planned to kill her, but Laura stepped in and saved her, by default killing him. This left her in a catatonic state for a few days. 

Eventually, it was discovered her mother hadn't died and had plans yet again. This time for their own safety and to be rid of her, they tried to stop her.
They did stop her, but not in the way you'd have guessed or thought. Sacrifice wasn't only Carmilla's destiny. Both lived. Both loved. Both moved on and strengthened.

Currently, Carmill resides in many places according to rumor.
Deaths demi-god
  • She can't be killed by sunlight, however being in sunlight for an extended period of time does take it's toll on her causing her weaken greatly and/or faint.
  • She can survive long periods without blood.
  • She has great control over her bloodlust.
  • She is not invincible but is not easy to kill. Silver doesn't effect her as much as Iron does. (Inspired by a scene in the Novella.) 
  • Carmilla is a panther shifter but also possesses the ability to travel  distances in a smoke form. This is different from her teleportation ability, as it's another form.
  • She knows magic, but doesn't find use for it often.
  • She is claustrophobic.
  • She's a well-trained swordsman. A hidden secret.
  • In the future, she has a daughter. If you chose to RP in the future, remain aware Sonne might pop up.
  • She is aware she's NOT the strongest vampire nor does she pretend to be.
  • She DOES NOT judge based on race, sex, skin color, status, blood line. People are just people to her and will be treated the same, which is usually not nice. Everyone is an idiot
  • She wears a cross neckless she stole off of the corpse of a priest she killed.
  • She is highly unlikely to turn someone.



A FRESH start for this character.
From the web series Carmilla, with influences from the Novella.


Open to all types of threads.
Writer and character are 18+
Friends, Enemies, Canon, and OC are ALL welcome.
AU's are welcome.
Willing to write with everyone.
Plotting isn't necessary but appreciated.

Faceclaim: Natasha Negovanlis

Old Carmilla account here
The old account will be deleted in a week.

Profile Style (customize your page with CSS here!)

/***** THEME BACKGROUND*****/ body { background: url( center fixed !important; } / Hides Social Buttons / .banner-socialActions{ display:none !Important; } .navbar { display: none!important;} .site-body a, .ningbar-panelbody a {color: #c7354f;} hr {color: #c7354f;} .span4 { display: none !important; width: 0%!important;} .banner-footer { padding: 0px 0px 0px 0px;} .avatar{ display: show!important;} .banner-info h2 { display: none!importnat;} .sheet { border-radius: 0px; border-color: #4e1616; border-style: double; border-width: 3px!important;} .banner-frame { border-radius: 0px; border-color: #4e1616; border-style: double; border-width: 3px!important;} .body{ float: center; background-color: #000000 !important;} .span12.push4.tablet16.mobile16.column.column-wide{ width: 1250px !important; max-width: 90% !important; left: 5% !important; position: relative !Important }

Character Gender


Writer's Writing Style (OOC)

Paragraph, Multi-Para, Novella, One-liners, No-Preference

Writer's Favored Genres (OOC)

Fantasy, Violence, Gore, Comedy, Action

Comment Wall

You need to be a member of Writer's Realm - Roleplay to add comments!

Join Writer's Realm - Roleplay


  • "I want one with sprinkles. I have been told those are the best."

    This comes out of his mouth as a scientific fact. There is NO room for doubt. He learned this from James, the son of his best friend. And James is NEVER wrong. No siree, not once. Not EVER.

  • (Not good with starters. Hope it was ok)
  • Partying. Something she was getting use to in the modern world. It was so different then in her time. Lack of music and art and everything else, it was such a bore in comparison. Tonight she would be out at a local rave club, one that she had gotten a fake ID for since she was eternally seventeen.

    Within the club, the music pounded and the lights strobes. A cascade of rainbow colors casted from the strob lights in the ceiling to the dance floor below. She was dressed tonight if a black min skirt, red halter top, go go boots that were painted red and black over the white coloring. Her long fiery red hair flowed down her back and contrasted nicely
    Against her milky white porcelain skin. Her eyes seemed a mixture of green and blue and she had the hintest marks of freckles on her adorable face.

    She made a fairly attractive baby vamp. Though few knew that she was far older then she let on. Course her behavior of s typical teenage vampire girl never helped anyone believed that she was pretty old but sometimes that worked in her favor. It certainly made many lower their guard around her when they thought she was just a newborn vampire.

    Out on the dance floor, she let herself go with the music and just enjoyed herself. Letting her mind drift and wondering what the night will bring.
  • All replies sent!

  • The cemetery had been occupied less than half an hour ago. With Halloween practically around the corner, a place of broken hearts and sacred promises became a playground to reckless teenagers who would much rather spend their time drinking alcohol, consuming every drug under the sun and having mindless sex than listening to boring speeches about people who are no longer a part of this world, or watching people weep over the bodies of their loved ones.

    Human suffering is boring. Partying is way more important, apparently. 

    A group of about eight or so had gathered at the cemetery, at midnight, the most cliché of times for anyone to be at a cemetery. As if seeking to further belong into the plot of some cheesy horror movie, the youngsters motivation had been to search for restless spirits. How totally, completely unexpected. To make things all the more unoriginal one of them had also brought a Ouija board. You can't have a setting that has been seen a million times before into the big screen without a Ouija board. Things had turned out as good as one might expect. 

    A certain demon whom everybody loves to hate had made an appearance after letting the group to believe that their little game was harmless. The teenagers had enjoyed an hour or so of silly holiday fun until shit hit the fan. As expected, they hadn't thought much of Azazel at first; the young male, after all, appeared to be around their age. Behind all his colorful tattoos, his facial piercings, and black leather, the demon was the definition of a pretty boy. And pretty boys are known for breaking hearts and not bones.

    Or so the stereotype dictates.

    Humans are such predictable creatures, so as he had expected the group had split up. Because going all different directions like headless chickens on a strange, dark place when a bloodthirsty killer is chasing after you is the best idea ever. Toying with them like puppets had been way more fun for the demon than the act of ripping into and consuming their flesh had been.

    So why was our resident Hellion Royal and favorite bastard still doing this late at night now that most of his victims were either dead or at their homes, traumatized for life? Digging up a grave. There's no tombstone to indicate who is resting six feet underneath, no bouquets to signal the presence of a beloved one ever visiting, either, but as soon as the rotting body is freed from its prison, the demon's true motives will be made clear.

  • "How can I be born something if I was born a human first? I do not understand your words..." 

  • “Would you like a motorcycle?” The look on her face is excited, she isnt trying to but her just see what she likes.
  • "Then...perhaps you and I should enjoy donuts together?"

    He gestures in the vague direction she pointed him earlier, still not sure where they are or what this But he's willing to trust a stranger because of what she's said so far. Why would she stop being honest out of the blue?

  • "Perhaps."

    The humor makes him grin, clearly pleased to find someone who is not afraid to face death with their own smile.

    "I will be up-front. I am a bad man. Perhaps one of the worst humanity has known. When I was freed from the grave, I was desperate and scared. I would have probably done horrid things."

  • Would you like to hold a good one?” She is just staring at her. Her head tilted to one side as she waits for a reply. She is like a puppy waiting for treat.
This reply was deleted.


Blog Posts

Activity Feed

Kᴀʀɴsᴛᴇɪɴ liked Paul Serene's blog post Sit the Fuck Down {Collaboration}
Oct 28
Kᴀʀɴsᴛᴇɪɴ left a comment for Kᴀʀɴsᴛᴇɪɴ
"All replies sent!"
Oct 26
Kᴀʀɴsᴛᴇɪɴ updated their profile photo
Oct 26
Kᴀʀɴsᴛᴇɪɴ and Nᴇx Jᴏɴᴇs are now friends
Sep 29
Kᴀʀɴsᴛᴇɪɴ and Stuart Alan Jones are now friends
Sep 29
Obergeist [Dr. J. Steinholtz] and Kᴀʀɴsᴛᴇɪɴ are now friends
Sep 12
Kᴀʀɴsᴛᴇɪɴ updated their profile
Sep 7
Kᴀʀɴsᴛᴇɪɴ is now friends with M.V. Mar and Vampiric Dark Faerie QueenPin
Sep 6
Azazel Morgenstern and Kᴀʀɴsᴛᴇɪɴ are now friends
Sep 5
Kᴀʀɴsᴛᴇɪɴ posted a discussion
Come one come all(technically just like four)! To the one that couldn't give a shit at all!Carmilla is based on the web series of the same name with influences from the novella. Carmilla is looking for up to four threads, for now, after that, I may…
Sep 5
Kᴀʀɴsᴛᴇɪɴ left a comment for Kᴀʀɴsᴛᴇɪɴ
"THREADS are now open to at least four people! After that I will be selective. I may write slowly, I apologize."
Sep 5
Kᴀʀɴsᴛᴇɪɴ left a comment for Scout
"(Thanks for the invite!)"
Sep 5