“Once again...welcome to my house.

Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.

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DRACULA LORE

places │objects│characters │organizations│other

 

_______________________places_______________________

Castle DraculaTomb of ThanatosThe VillageCarfax AbbeySeward's Sanitarium│Báthory Castle
The Taval
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Mines and Village│The harbour of Ville Bleue (Blue City)│The Kingdom of the Undying

Abandoned Building│The Construction Site │Virgil's mansion │Robin's house│Dracula's Mansions
المدينة الغارقة (almadinat alghariqa, or The Sunken City │

_______________________objects_______________________

The sword of DraculDragon keythe Dracul family ringDe Dödas Huvudbonad (Crown of the Dead)

Quincey's khukri knife

 

_______________________characters_______________________

Abraham Van HelsingJonathan HarkerMina HarkerThe BridesRenfield

Dr. John SewardQuincey Morris│Arthur Holmwood│ Bruno Ikarov The Dread DoctorsKakistos

Erzsébet BáthoryVirgiliu DraculaNicholas CarlisleMarie Anette CarlisleNathaniel Renwick

Mircea DraculaMalphasAdela Maria GoodwinRobert HensworthKarl LuegerLa bête du Gévauda│

Javier Crueza

_______________________organizations_______________________

The Order of the Dragon The Order The Van Helsing Association │The Undying│The Network

The coaliton against Dracula │The Eye│Blood Hunters│The Department of Paranormal Activities 'DPA'

The Pure│The Order of Trinity

 

_______________________other_______________________

The Demeter Final DeathThe Ichor DomainVampire LordThe TraditionsHumans loyal to Dracula

Thrall

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Zachary

AGNES

ANTHONY

JACK (DISCORD)

ALICE

"Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer--both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams. Yes, her internal turmoil, a war of the mind, it is what makes her into one of the more dangerous adversaries I have faced, thus far. Unpredictable, unrelenting, and completely merciless.

I must take care, lest she foil my plans.”

-Dracula

VIRGIL

"There may yet be things, many of the mind, things that he cannot grasp; such as the nature and virtue of patience, and the bountiful reward that can come from restraint. After all ambition is only ever as useful as the person wielding it.

The fall of many of our kind stems from this fatal flaw, yet I did not at all think that it would be the Achilles heel of my own son.

I thought I had done better, that I would not see the past be repeated...

In what hurry are they, they who have centuries ahead of them?"

- Dracula

MALEFICENT

"I have crossed oceans of time to find this woman. She is alltogether mine, and together we shall walk forevermore.

But even good metal can break when you try to put your might against it, try and bend it.

Nevertheless, what would be left shall serve me, and be mine to use as I so fit."

 

CATHERINE

You men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull in two different ways. Then tears come, and like the rain on the ropes, they brace it up, until perhaps the strain become too great, and the mind breaks. But King Laugh he come like the sunshine, and he ease off the strain again, and you bear to go on with the labor, what ever it may be.

You, Catherine, you will not be allowed even this for me. I will shut the door for all things good.

You'll be mine, or you will meet back again with the hand that shaped you.

- Dracula

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Born doomed, the young Robin Harker was simply destined to become a vampire.

And while he fell in battle, he rose again as a bloodsucking fiend, taking the fall for his mother, unwittingly.

 

 Portrayed by:  William Moseley

 

 

 

 

 

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The Kanima is a creature that is not born out of the hard shell of an egg, nor birthed out of the warm comfort of a mother's womb. 
No, the Kanima is created via a number of different ways.
It is in some ways, an abomination.

Underneath the tough reptilian scales however, the soul of Timothy remains.

 

Portrayed by: Luke Newberry

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Driven by Greed, Mircea eventually betrayed his father and set himself on the path of becoming the 'God of Death'.

Ruthless and completely insane, he is determined to bring down Dracula, whatever the cost.

  Portrayed by:   Tyler Hoechlin

 

 

 

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  • Zach turns the football over in his hands. He sits perched on the curb of an empty street and wills his drunken gaze to focus on the finer details on the ball. The stitching has begun to fray; it’s true that the ball has seen better days. But each flaw etched on the ball is a reminder of the countless times Zach had used it. He closes his eyes to remember those summer days he’d spend playing on the front lawn. Instead, his head just spins something viscous and he is forced to open them lest he hunches forward to vomit.

    “Fuck,” his voice is low, not intent on being heard by another.

    Slowly, Zach lifts the football against his forehead and heaves in a deep sigh. What compelled him to come here is beyond him. It was supposed to be a fun night with a few friends back on campus. A drink with the boys, they said. Zach was happy to agree. If he knew the whiskey would dampen his mood, he might’ve turned them down.

    So here he is. Pissed out of his mind and parked up on the street adjacent to his parents’ house sulking over old memories. Just when he begins to wonder why his parents couldn’t love him, he shuts the thought down. Ruminating over those things will get him nowhere. Zach hisses in a sharp breath through his teeth and blearily gazes at the familiar home across from him.

    “Fuck you guys…” he slurs, brows pinching in a frown.

    In one fluid motion, he raises to his feet and hefts the football upon his right shoulder. Zach takes a moment to gain control over his motor functions before he throws the ball across the street and into the front yard. He frowns at his terrible aim.

  • His gums started to burn the moment his normally cold blue-- now a glowing bloody red -- eyes touched upon the woman and her predator.  It was a familiar scene to him; one he'd probably seen a hundred times before this night.  But that didn't stop his fangs from bursting free of their fleshy prison to extend and cover his canines completely.   

    His nostrils twitched; his upper lip curled, yet despite the overpowering smell of blood, and what he considered a truly awful waste of good vitae-- sprung from a hundred wounds like tiny red rivers disappeared into the void.  When Anthony fed, he made it a point never to spill a drop.  A truly abnormal quality for a Gangrel, but he was refined by the masters of Elysium.  Sharpened into a true creature of the night-- at least by their standards. 

    A longing gaze followed the flow of crimson, but in a moment it returned to the male in the room.

    Indeed, the shadows that clung to him were only superficial.  A ploy in the mind, rather than a true mastery of Oblivion.  The only darkness he could manipulate was that inside the hearts of those around him, but he was not unique in that field. 

    Another step away from the window and the dark haze surrounding Anthony merely peeled away.  He didn't seem to notice, stopping to lean his hip up against one of the weight machines, he crossed his arms over his chest.  A inky black brow shot up towards the males hairline when Robin adressed him.  You know, before choking on his own meal. 

    A flicker of a smile appeared on the Gangrel's mouth.

    "Me?" He glanced around the room slowly, as if he was only just noticing the bodies after Robin pointed them out.  For a moment, his eyes widen comically-- cold blue again, in the light--, and then his expression reverts to it's usual neutral state. "Nah, I'm on a diet." Patting his flat stomach through his grey hoodie, the neonate's lips peeled away from his teeth in the shape of a teasing smile.  

    "Besides, I rarely even finish one meal so..." He glanced towards one of the drained out bodies. "..so completely." Another smile, this one smaller, thoughtful.  Then the seemingly young man shrugged, his icy eyes slicing through the room to plaster against Robin. "But I'm not judging, trust me.  I've done my fair share of, ehh.. indulging.  Hm.. you do this often?" He couldn't help but be curious. 

    "Oh, I'm Anthony by the way.  Anthony Vane." He didn't extend a hand to shake.

     

     

     

  • Anthony clung to the shadows like a secret, moving along the span of a crumbling brick wall into an alley.  Numerous makeshift shelters had been set up by the few unfortunate souls who called this filthy gash in the world their home.  The alley, not the city.   

    A lump of plastic twitched as he was passing, drawing his eye.  When the lump jerked and rolled over, Anthony realized it was just a man.  An older guy, nursing a bottle of liqour in one hand while he slept, but it's uncapped and the contents were spilling all over the ground beside him.  Tequila, by the smell of it.  Anthony sniffed lightly, peering down at the man's sleeping form with a thoughtful expression. 

    It would have been too easy for the Gangrel to lean over the guy and sink his sharp teeth into the man's throat.  

    Yet without the excitement of the hunt, there'd be no satisfaction in it.  And he'd probably have to feed again in an hour.  And again, and again-- wonder if the city would pay him to rid them of their homeless problem.  But then they'd have a whole other issue to deal with.  Like getting rid of the bodies.

    A sudden crimson glow snatched his attention; the red star reappeared.  No longer in the sky, it floated just out of arms reach, burning as brightly as the sun.  He wanted to shield his eyes from the glow, but fought against the tempation, squinting into the light.  Slowly, he averted his gaze and glanced around the alley to see if anyone else was looking at it.  But no one else seemed to even notice. 

    Gazing back to the red star, he slowly stretched his hand towards it..

    It flashed down the alley before he could touch it and out onto another street.  As fast as a bird in flight; but Anthony threw himself after it with a delighted laugh, breaking away from the shadows to run in the middle of the street.  He made sure to keep his speed near human levels, though.  Even despite the late hour, he knew there were eyes and ears everywhere.  The last thing he needed was to get caught on camera outrunning a car in the middle of the city.  

    The red star zipped across the city, leading Anthony on a merry chase through back alleys and new streets before it came to a sudden stop, hovering over a gym.  It pulsated rythmically like a heart.

    thudthud thudthud thudthud

    With each pulse emitting a halo of red from the star.   Anthony drew closer to the building, but the moment his Adidas' clad foot hit the sidewalk, the red star, that perhaps existed only in his mind, plummeted into the roof of the building and disappeared within, and in an instant the night reclaimed it's city.  

    Yet he was born of it; he did not fear the dark.  He focused his Blood into his eyes, and the world brightened around him as they took on reflective bloody hue.  Nostrils flaring, he pulled at the various scents hanging in the air-- and immediately filtered through the calvacade of less than pleasing human odors to find the blood among them.  Following the scent, he circled around the structure until he came upon an open window some two floors up. 

    Anthony glanced around himself, then he crouched slightly, and launched himself right up to the window.  Mid-air he reached out, snagged the window-sill, drew himself up and rolled so quietly into the room he might as well have weighed less than a feather.  Crouched by the window; the shadows seemed to gather around the Gangrel, so that only his burning crimson eyes are visible through the darkness. 

    "Come out, come out, wherever you are~" Anthony sang softly into the darkness, which seemed to cling to him as he moved away from the window.

     

  • Anthony stood tall atop the slanted roof of an old apartment building.  Utterly abandoned, the structure had started to crumble-- the entire right side of it had collapsed.  Even the Gangrel's light-foot did little to aleviate the stress on whatever structurally sound pillars that remained-- it creaked and groaned, swayed in the lightest breeze.

    Clad in a grey hoodie, tan color nylon pants with numerous pockets and zippers to boot.  He wore white, high top Adidas on his feet and had rolled his sleeves up, consequently brandishing the gold watch he wore upon his left wrist.  A 300-and-something dollar Regulus.  His medium length hair as usual was left to it's own whismy; a mess of wild inky fire atop his head, flying in the breeze.  And bright blue eyes stared out from a pale, stoic face.    There was a wolven quality to it; to the sharp, fierce angles of his face.  To his ever so slightly down-tilted eyes. 

    It was a rare night for the Gangrel.  One of those rare night where he decided to do something for himself.  Something besides hunting his Sire across the Americas as the ancient Methuselah cut a bloody swath through each and every state.  At the moment, he was stationed in Kansas-- and his Sire was near.  Anthony could feel the creatures blood calling to him; nay, singing to him.  Erratic, chaotic, furious notes.

    Moving towards the edge of the slanted roof-top, the Gangrel closed his eyes and tipped back his head, allowing the lyric-less tempo to swirl around him.  His blood writhed in his veins; his gums began to burn, his throat began to itch, but he ignored his instincts and fell into it.  The blood song.  

    When he reopened his eyes, they were drawn to a searing red star burning within the night sky.  Burning so brightly it seemed to wash out every other lesser mote of light.  So close to the world it seemed like it was hovering right over the city; his face awash in it's crimson glow. 

    At least, that is what his vision allowed him to see.  To the rest of the world; there was no crimson star.  No red light, no ancient, probing song.  These were the facets of his gift.  His curse, a curse beyond common undeath.  And these were the signs that had led him here, to his Sire.  

    But that star was not a symbol of his sire.  He knew that just by looking upon it, by feeling the heat-- the star denoted a forgotten mystery.  Anthony recalled a few years ago, when he'd been much more arrogant, much more bold.  He'd heard the legends of Dracula, and sought the truth behind them.   

    Then, he had come up with nothing. 

    Now, looking upon the red star; his lips stretching into a grin.  Now, it seems, the time has come for old mysteries to be renewed.  With that thought pouring through his mind, the Gangrel took another step forward-- and plummeted from the roof.  A single thunderous heartbeat and vitae pounded through his veins, filling his undead form with strength and vigor.   And he landed some fifteen feet below, crouching slightly to absorb the impact radiating through his being.  In that same instant, he slipped into shadows and began to prowl the city in search of his star, grinning all the while.

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  • 13766020?profile=RESIZE_400x"They were meant to be and there was no force in the world that was going to stop them from being together. He'd burn the world if he and she could be king and queen over the ashes."

    - Dracula

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    // All is good, XD. Do not worry, I just hope you're doing okay with everything going on.  And, thank you, I will do that! :).  I hope this reply works for you.

     

                         Should Catherine be afraid not just of the vampire but of Adela too? For one reason or another, something about Adela began to worry the brunette in time too, (something she could not quite put her finger on), along with the vampire before them perhaps in the same way, or even more if that was possible.  They were on the same side though, well Catherine would like to think that, so was there for Adela, if she needed Catherine there for her.  Torturing this vampire, or trying to, or killing him eventually if that was the plan, what if it proved to do more harm than good, especially when in time, the woman did learn upon Adela's spotting of that ring who he served and who had sent him here to fulfill such a request.  When the games of hers started, then soon stopped because of something she had spotted on the vampire's index figure, the brunette blinked and inched forward, shaking her head with concern, but also something else.  "Adela.."  The woman spoke her name, but noticed the crucifix slip her grasp as it fell into the blood that was underneath her feet, while brows furrowed.

                         At seeing, at experiencing of what came next from the vampire who clearly had the upper hand once more, she stepped closer to the woman at her side a little, but then in front a little more again while watching the vampire listening to him speak from beginning to end.  With his request, with what he wanted Catherine to do for him, she had to scoff at that but then her lips pursed together as shade of green-hazel hues rested upon him, the look inside determined to leave him here and to rot or suffer, or whatever else may happen.  At the same time, was she conflicted? He stayed here forever, or he got free, innocents were going to die regardless, just not at Javier's hands, but Dracula's, even if not directly, but by those he had turned over the years to now call his family.  How could she Catherine one person just stop all of that? Or even two, herself and Adela stop that? It wasn't even possible, was it?

                         Shuddering briefly on the inside, not because of Javier but because of the King Vampire, she remembering her one or two face-to-face interactions with him especially the first inside that morgue (which was far too close for comfort, but she somehow managed to escape), the woman truly hoping there would be no more, but wishful thinking that would be.  Removing the King Vampire's face from her mind just as quick as it entered, her eyes rested onto Javier.  Was she considering to let him go for information, but then knowing blood and more will be on her hands when he goes free again to kill hundreds, thousands and so much more, or if not kill them, let the population of vampires grow to eventually surpass the human population, if it had not already. Whatever had briefly flickered within her gaze, it faded as she stared at him in a controlled manner, strength and determination within her while he was chained so to speak.  "I can't do that, I can't let you go, not yet at least. You think you have what I need to know, or what I want to hear, then you tell me what I need to know first. Then we will see what happens."

                         Catherine wanted to stop the suffering in the world yes for the ones still like her, human and not like him, forever immortal and dangerous.  But, she needed information first - Right now, even chained he was in control, because of the information he could feed to her, but she needed it (or did she?), so would remain there for as long as it would take to get it.  Briefly the woman stepped back not because of Javier, but for Adela's sake if the woman was still there as she asked, "Adela.. Can you hear me, can you talk? Are you able to say anything else, or do anything else?"  Unknown if anything would come from Adela, and so she turned forward, facing him with arms folded across her chest, that meaning she was making no move to let him go, or not yet if it might be a possibility at all. She wanted to hear him talk, fill her in as much as he was able to.  From under her dark lashes, she peered towards him with partially narrowed eyes almost as if that look of hers alone could protect her from what was about to come, even if she knew here and now, nothing could protect her.

                         In silence those eyes of hers waited on him to speak, demanded it almost, like she sitting across from inside an interrogation room, asking questions to a suspect. She swallowed lightly once or twice however, trying to keep unspoken and unseen fears at bay as she tried to have some level of control in this situation, despite knowing now what she knew (That he was one of Dracula's and forever would be, which is why he had been sent). Standing there, she waited on what would come next.

  • Alice clearly didn't have the amazing hearing of a vampire. Being human and all. A woozy human who likely would go for fifths with the stew before she felt like her body would be strong enough for anything. She could sleep for a day, one long deep resting sleep where the world would be forgotten and a place where she likely would not wake up from if she fell asleep in the wrong place and the wrong time with the wrong people. 

    She wanted to believe that she cast enough fear (or rebellion) into Robin that he would not do anything to her while she slept, or that she would trust him at all to allow herself to sleep around him. 

    That was for a later time to worry about, however. For the time she went back to eating. He didn't seem like he heard her. Focused far too much on something going on outside, and perhaps something moving around in his head the way that it was going for him. Alice wouldn't pick it up for some time, not around her chewing and the sounds bouncing off of her skull and filling her ears. She peered at him from time to time. Making sure her own hide was okay and that he was not using her eating as a distraction to attack her by any means. 

    Whatever turmoil that was moving through every brain cell of his immortal head stopped both for he and Alice when she heard the tap on the window and whipped her head to the grubby disgusting face that was behind it. Perhaps that's what he had been so focused on. What he was looking forward to. Waiting for this man to show up so that Robin could hold her down and he could have his way with her. Her dark eyes narrowed, ignoring the man behind the glass, the only protection for now from the so-called chief though she had no clue of it. Only that there were now two enemies to deal with.

    The Chief reminded her of a komodo dragon, the mouth teaming with venom that could kill in a single bite and blind with a smile. Like the one, he was giving Alice, whom she ignored to keep her eyes on Robin. He was the only threat here, after all. She could dispatch the Chief with her hands, it was the vampire that had far more strength, even with adrenaline running through her could be overpowered by. 

    The enemy. Everyone was the enemy.

    Eventually, the face of the man left the glass and it didn't take a rocket scientist to know where he was headed to. Alice shot up from her seat the second he was gone, and turned her back on Robin for just a second, she didn't even care that he left his seat to go and help let the man in most likely. Not when she flipped through every drawer and cabinet to help herself. To put something into keeping herself alive. She grabbed plates and bowls and threw them on the ground by the doorway, making obstacles for both to maybe trip on. She found forks and laid those out on the table to use as projectiles when the time called for it. All this in a matter of seconds, all this and then--

    '"TRAITOR!"' was boomed that stopped her cold for half a second. She took up the defense once again, going for the rusty gamey hammer that she'd brought up from down below and held it up by the makeshift sleeve handle she's made to protect her hand from it. She watched the doorway and saw Robin once again walking. She halfway heard the sounds of the man screaming. About Master, about dust, about Robin who came in cursing messily enough, it would make a child giggle.

    Her shoulders heaved as she felt the liquids of the adrenalin move through her veins once more. To her shock, he went off in a ramble about how underqualified he was. Or at least, maybe he was done with it. Alice wanted to think that she'd struck a chord in his thick head instead. Her eyes dropped to whatever he was handing her, squeezing the hammer tighter. He presented her with the handle of the gun. Alice's dark eyes went between him and the gun. Then out the doorway where the man would soon be making his official debut. She snatched the gun from him and checked the safety, the rounds, then looked at him as she shoved it into her back pocket.

    "Why?" She asked. At least she wasn't shooting him or swinging the hammer. She would save the gun, save the bullets. She would need as many as she could get in order to escape. If she could. After this fight. Because despite the adrenaline, she could feel the waning body like a setting sun. She'd be out of juice soon. Or so her body would lead her to believe. She herself was far too selfish and stubborn to let that happen. Food built her up a little higher, but sleep? She was bound to fail if she went any longer without it.

    Resting the hammer on the table, Alice went for another plate and broke it against the surface of it. Laying the sharp shards in hands reach of it along with the forks. More to use. And something to throw and slow the chief down when he did make it inside. Hopefully, it would be only him. That or his yelling would draw the attention of more of the deranged people of the island. Like worms ready to flock where there was trouble afloat.

  • The villainess remained in her chambers for the majority of the day, only stepping outside when the sun went down. The cool night breeze felt lovely and she did not mind the lack of view. A storm was obviously brewing, but this was not one of her design. How well would the ship fare against a strong storm? The question lingered in her head as she walked along the deck. Traveling by water was completely new to her. She ignored the crew for the most part, but took notice of what they were doing. Like her, they all sensed a storm coming and she was pleased to see the vampires preparing. Once she caught sight of the captain standing by the wheel Maleficent decided to join him.

    "I assume you have experienced a storm onboard before?" She wore a look of clear displeasure on her face making it clear she had started this conversation out of necessary, not desire.

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    The so called Mistress of All Evil remained below deck for the majority of the storm. She had no desire to protect the members of the crew. If the ship sank at any point she would simply vanish and return home adding this adventure to her list of pointless voyages. Fortunately for her, the ship managed to survive. When she walked up on the deck the following morning the water was completely still. There was no evidence of the storm from the night before. More importantly, there was no sign of the crew. Where had they gone? Could they have all died in the storm? It was possible, but wouldn't she have heard something from below? A few screams maybe? She made a point to check the entirety of the ship before coming to the conclusion that she was all alone. This was a disaster.

    Before she could create a portal to return home, Maleficent noticed another ship heading straight for hers. This could not be a coincidence. She had failed to see a single ship thus far. Instead of conjuring a way home, the sorceress stood still tapping one of her crimson nails against the orb of her staff waiting patiently to find out who the other vessel belonged to.

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