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  “No man knows till he has suffered from the night

how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

                                        ― Jonathan Harker

 

 

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Below, you will find an extensive collection of lore considered canon to my roleplay story and world. It is influenced by, inspired by, and taken from various works of fiction as well as real life, including history and current events etc. It is continuously being worked on, updated and refined, containing a compendium of the World of Vampires as a whole and even beyond, including: Characters, History, Politics, Culture, Wars -- and more.


The corruption of the Night awaits, and you are more than welcome to partake in it... or become part of it.

 

 

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  VAMPIRE CHARACTERS

The BridesVirgiliu DraculaMircea Dracula│Erzsébet BáthoryBruno Ikarov││Petar Blagojević│Lady Eleanor│Kakistos

Robin HarkerJayden ThornleyCountess DolingenMaria GoodwinRobert HensworthKarl LuegerMaxLord Ezekiel

Agmundr│Camilla Romanescu│Marie Anette Carlisle│Nicholas Carlisle│Javier CruezaPavel Marlow Andrei Ambrožič

Mama Elaganza││Deiderich Kraus│Nathaniel Renwick│Jelena Santiago│Bahir Pasha│Caelan│Barnabáš│The Father│

Érebos│Frank the vagabond│Balthazar│Katarina Dufwa││

 

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 HUMAN CHARACTERS

Abraham Van HelsingJonathan HarkerMina HarkerLucy WestenraQuincey P. MorrisArthur HolmwoodDr John Seward

R.M. RenfieldSteiner LeichtenbergRalph the taxi driverGiovanni AgostiAndersonRebecca HarrisMaddox

Romenduz Tavala│DoomsayerValeri Dojstov│Abraham SullivanDavid SullivanBlair O'Connor│Mother Anna│

Heliga Birgitta│

 

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OTHER CHARACTERS

  The Dread DoctorsZoltanThe Wendigo of Castle DraculaLa bête du GévaudanOliver HarkerSynovaTimothy Holmes

Anna Darvolya││

 

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 LOCATIONS WITHIN THE WORLD - VAMPIRE, HUMAN, OTHER SUPERNATURAL

 Castle DraculaThe Carpathian MountainsThe VillageCarfax AbbeySeward's Sanitarium││

The Tavala VillageThe City of Enoch││Tomb of Thanatos

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

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THE WORLD OF VAMPIRES

The TraditionsThe Vampire HierarchyThe MasqueradeDomainsHunting GroundsCommunication amongst the Undead

Pax InmortuaeThe War of AgesLexicon of the DeadThe Modern NightThe AncientsThe Generation Theory

The EmbraceThe Beast WithinFinal DeathBlood Bond BlightsThrallVampire Hunters

Humans loyal to DraculaThe Demeter The IchorFoul Rituals and Dark BeginningsRomanian TreasureAntediluvian

GolcondaPlaguebearer

 

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VAMPIRE ORGANISATIONS

The Societas ImmortaliumThe Sabbat│The Anarch Movement│Malakut│

Children of CaineThe Eye │││The Order

The Night Children│

 

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 THE WORLD OF HUMANS

Humanity and the Supernatural││Vampire HuntersFaithTrue Faith│The Second Inquisition 

 

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HUMAN ORGANISATIONS

 The Department of Paranormal ActivitiesThe Holy Order of Saint Michael 'The Inquisition'The Van Helsing Association

The Arthur InitiativeThe Coalition against DraculaThe Holmwood FamilyThe Harker Family

The Company of ThreeThe Church of Father's Glory The Hunter SocietyThe Order of the Dragon

 

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THE WORLD OF THE SUPERNATURAL 

 

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 OTHER SUPERNATURAL ORGANISATIONS

The Vampires of the East 'Jiangshi'

 

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EVENTS IN THE WORLD - VAMPIRE, HUMAN, AND OTHER SUPERNATURAL

Concordia Immortalium│Failed London Takeover│The Blood Feud

Dracula's absence │The hunt for the Heartstone 

 

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OBJECTS -VAMPIRE, HUMAN, AND OTHER SUPERNATURAL 

The sword of Dracul│Dragon key│The Dracul family ringDe Dödas Huvudbonad (Crown of the Dead)

Quincey's kukri knifeStaff of RaHeart StoneMysterious boxSeal of DraculBram Stoker's Dracula novel 

Love letter to TimothyRobin's gunMalum Praesidium

 

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MISCELLANEOUS LORE

 

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SYNOVA

                                          "This -thing- is rather peculiar. I don't know what else to say? It's like a childhood fever dream become reality. 

Who knows what trouble this fox and I will get up to? And with my track record, and this being a literal bloody shadow, well I'm expecting this particular adventure to involve either murder, dark relics, or a trip to an unholy site for evil rituals. But I'm still holding on to hope for this being that one demon or evil creature who just so wishes to stay in and consume ludicrous amounts of chocolate, and watch television.

Who knows?"

-Robin

DAVID

“It is not often an opportunity such as this is presented, as when it appears literally on the front side of your homestead.
A boy, an instrument, a broken cello that I shall, I think, put together in due time.
Then, David, you I shall play until you dance to my tune entirely.
You will twist, you will turn, and you will sing my melody now henceforth.”

- Dracula

ABRAHAM

 

 

AGNES

 

 

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 one of the more dangerous adversaries I have faced thus far. Unpredictable, unrelenting, and completely merciless.

I must take care, lest she foils 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

 

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  • Zach hardly spends any time assessing the strange attire worn by Timothy - after all, his inebriated mind hardly has the ability to see Timothy's facial features without any blurring. As for himself, Zach wears a plain black shirt that fits snug around his broad shoulders paired with dark denim jeans. The sleeves of a thin button-up plaid shirt are tied in a neat knot around Zach's waist and on his feet are a pair of pricey air-force sneakers. To the ordinary person, Zach is dressed rather plainly.

    While Timothy musters up a response - ah, British accent? - Zach sniffs hard then swipes the back of his hand across his nose. He stumbles a couple of steps forward, further shortening the distance that remains between them.

    "Kaiser?" Zach parrots, his head tilting.

    "I don't know what a Kaiser is, but you're on Elm Street, dude. Ar'ya from the college?"

    He steps toward Timothy some more.

    "Come with me!" Zach declares in a too-loud voice, his hand coming down to clap onto Timothy's shoulder. At such a distance, the scent of alcohol is sharp on Zach's breath. Oblivious, Zach cozies up closer to Timothy by sliding his hand across the other's shoulder, beyond the back of his neck, and settles around the opposite shoulder, effectively yanking Timothy flush against his side. Zach uses his free hand to point off into the distance.

    "I'm headin' back to school," he begins, "don' wanna be here anyway, so come! Come with me - let's drink more?" Maybe not a good suggestion, but there is an insistent look in Zach's eyes that says he won't take no for an answer.

    "I'm Zach by the way," he offers as a lazy but friendly smile works its way on his lips. 

  • The football has left Zach's fingertips and falls with a graceless wobble against an old wooden fence. It bounces down onto a freshly mowed lawn while Zach stares forward. In his silent rumination, a gentle approach of footsteps earns Zach's attention and he slowly twists to meet Timothy's gaze. Upon first glance, Zach pegs Timothy to be a few years younger than himself. An assumption based on his smaller stature, youthful face, and general lost-looking gaze in his eyes.

    "Um," Zach starts, feeling a little dumbfounded.

    "Hello?" While it isn't a greeting that is sure to leave a lasting impression, Zach wasn't expecting to stumble upon a stranger in the middle of the night here in the suburbs. In fact, it is even odd for Zach to address the stranger at all, but something in the way Timothy moves reminds Zach of a lost puppy. He's not the type to ignore such a type of person.

    Zach stumbles on the edge of the curb when he twists his body to better face Timothy and struggles to fight against gravity. Once balanced again, he straightens his back and clears his throat loudly. 

    "Are you lost?" He asks, a slur in his words. 

    "I, uh..," Zach squints and looks up and down the street to get his bearings, then twists to glance back at the other, "don't know if I can help you."

  • Patience Maleficent, patience.

    Staying calm, in irksome situations like this, was next to impossible for Maleficent. What had happened to the crew? The storm was strong, but strong enough to pull each member of the crew into the water? There was something wrong here, and Maleficent intended to find out exactly what was going on. Her patience was gone, and she considered throwing the captain into the ocean as well. Putting an end to this vexing vacation crossed Maleficent's mind yet again as she heard the captain speak. The creatures on the other vessel did not interest her, but she had no intention of going below deck. This was her ship. The entire vessel could vanish with a snap of her fingers. Make no mistake, she was in charge here.

    "Not for my eyes? You forget, this is my ship. I will not be going below deck."

    She noticed the box clad in iron chains that the creatures were dragging on board. "What is this nonsense?" The wicked woman's grip on her staff tightened. If she did not get answers quickly, there would be hell to pay.

  • 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.

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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

  • 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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