Richard Ardelean

Ratislav of Wallachia

638 years old, deceased at 48



v a m p i r e

 With a little extra sin.


Charming - Bold - Insatiable appetite

 Curious - Silver-tongued - Affectionate

Tenacious - Possessive - Impatient9876663894?profile=RESIZE_710x


Mortal life

1383, Wallachia, a place rife with war. The country now known as Romania was under the rule of the house of Basarab with many appointed nobles to control their territories. A mountainous region just south of Transylvania and north of what would later become the capital of Romania, Bucharest, is where this story begins. Just a few snaking roads made their way through the dense forests of the wild region infested with bears, wolves, lynx, and many much less natural threats. The people were heavily religious and superstitious, knowing that creatures not of this world lurked in the night. 

Ratislav did not begin his life as the monster he is in modern-day, the only heir to a warlord with his mother dying in childbirth; he was treated with the utmost respect and lived in the lap of luxury from day one as the peasants struggled to merely survive. His father hammered home the importance of glory in battle and taking things by force. To be strong and to be feared. Ratislav learned from the best sword fighters of the region, he learned strategy and how to command an army. While not initially sadistic in his ways, Ratislav had little care for peasants and upon taking the seat of power from his father their struggles would not improve.

Richard never did marry, though it’s certain he sired illegitimate children during his life, none were known to him. It didn’t matter, for he never planned to give up his seat of power willingly.


Death, and Undeath

1431, a mere five years until the legendary Vlad the Impaler's predecessor, Vlad Dracul, would take control of the region. The country’s rule would change hands no less than eighteen times within the fifteenth century. Had Ratislav not met his fate, he may well have taken the throne himself. War was on the horizon and Ratislav prepared for it, unknowing it would be his final battle as a mortal man.

With such strife and unrest for many years, supplies waned and the smiths of the region could only work so fast creating and repairing armor and weaponry. There were words on the wind of an enchanted sword that would promise a victory in the upcoming battle. Stories of such a blade were mixed, though most told of a powerful sorceress trapped inside. Upon witnessing the blade, Ratislav was entranced, paying the merchant that brought it to him a great sum of gold without realizing the state the man was in. The sword had sent the merchant mad. From the moment of touching the hilt of the legendary weapon, a voice echoed throughout Ratislav’s mind demanding freedom from her steely prison, but Ratislav had plans and was not about to bargain with an inanimate object. 

The day of battle came, leading his army Ratislav appeared to be on the verge of victory once more until a sharp pain shot through him, or rather, a sword had placed the perfect blow in a gap of the warlord’s armor and forced its way between the man’s fifth and sixth rib piercing his lung. Upon seeing their great warrior leader fall, Ratislav’s army retreated, leaving the Wallachian lord dying slowly on the cold blood-soaked ground. Hours passed, the battlefield emptied, leaving only corpses, scavengers, and those on the brink of death. As his lungs slowly filled with blood, Ratislav looked at his sword, with the sorceress in the sword looking right back. Those yellow eyes filled with sadistic amusement at the fallen warrior that had initially declined her demands. Fearing what waited for him upon death, Ratislav made a deal with the eyes staring back at him; Her freedom on the grounds she saved him from death. Deal. 

With his very last strength, Ratislav raised the sword above his head, coughing up a few specks of blood whilst doing so, and struck the sword over a rock shattering the blade into pieces and freeing the dark soul trapped inside. Ratislav didn’t see the afterlife that night as agreed upon, however, his heart no longer beat. Ratislav was not dead, but undead. Stuck between the two worlds, a cursed creature that burned in the sunlight and would be a scourge upon the living; a vampire.



From monster to civilized

Ratislav would eventually return to his castle, the very place he sat already being fought over by his lessers. Furious his army would abandon him in battle, even though he had fallen, Ratislav flew into a rage. His entire court, torn limb from limb by the ravenous vampire. With each person’s blood drained, the vampire learned their memories and saw their treachery was always on the horizon, it was only a matter of time. 

Reinvigorated, the vampire became the terror of his land feeding on whoever dared approach his castle, and often those that didn’t even try. Many locals fled the region in fear and those who stayed grew superstitious and carried symbols of their god with them at all times which seemed to deter the creature. When word reached the Order of the Dragon, an order of knights sworn to defend the cross and fight enemies of Christianity, the castle was sieged. Greatly outnumbered and weak to their holy weapons, Ratislav fled his castle and Wallachia. He would never hold as much power again, though he would never simply lay down in defeat. 

With his name carrying such weight, a new one had to be developed. Taking the name Richard Ardelean the vampire would travel the world remaining undetected by most, and those that did discover his true identity or what he was, were soon silenced. As the years progressed, as did mankind and the technology they created. With each victim, Richard learned something new, reading their blood like an autobiography. The vampire found he could learn an entire language through someone’s blood, how to sail a boat, and in more modern times how to drive a car. The victims he prayed upon went from lesser beings to intriguing creatures. His need to blend resulted in him being quite fond of good conversation and company, though the warlord he once was still burned in the back of his mind. He still found pleasure in striking fear into mortals and watching them grovel at his feet.


From darkness to absolute depravity

In the modern world, Richard thought he had all he could ever want, but that former self still burned in the back of his mind, haunting him at every step. On his own, he could not risk rising to the power he once had, too many now knew how to put a swift end to his kind. He grew comfortable in his secretive ways, though temptation lurked around every corner. This particular temptation came in the form of a pale figure in a crowd. Intrigued, he approached, lured by the promise of blood far beyond what he’d ever sampled before. A weak spot the creature knew how to exploit. That creature? A demon by the name of Mammon. Son of Lucifer. For some time Richard was little more than a slave to the demon’s cruel antics, showing him some mercy only to apply pain tenfold. There was a method in his madness, however, drawing out that sadistic creature imprisoned in the vampire’s mind. 

Eventually, Mammon revealed he had known Richard since his days as a mortal man, even disguised himself as such to observe the warlord closely. The sheer brutality and skill in battle was the perfect choice to lead the demon’s armies. The first choice. The demon’s favourite. When Richard had fallen at the sword, the demon assumed the soul was lost forever, in a sense it was, however the body and consciousness lived on. Growing in power over almost six centuries apart. Richard was presented with an offer; devote himself to Mammon, lead his armies, and in exchange he would take away the crippling bloodlust that drove his unnatural life and give him more power than he’d ever experienced before. Without hesitation, Richard accepted.







There are rules, you know

  • The vampire cannot enter sunlight, for they will be burned alive.
  • The vampire detests the symbol of God and cannot gaze upon it, for it is a reminder they have turned their back on death and their own salvation in the afterlife.
  • The vampire requires the blood of the living to extend their unnatural lifespan.
  • The blood of the dead is detested by the vampire.
  • The blood of the sick is poison to the vampire and will induce vomiting.
  • No mortal may pierce the vampire’s skin without divine intervention.
  • Blessed items are corrosive to the vampire.
  • Fire cleanses sin and burns the vampire, though it will not kill them.
  • The vampire cannot enter a holy building or risk bursting into flames.
  • The vampire cannot generate their own body heat, a constant reminder they are dead.
  • All food the vampire consumes will become but ash in their mouth.


Well, aren't you special?

  • Richard can know a man’s memories, inherited skills, and knowledge through blood alone. This however does not extend to supernatural powers.
  • Richard can scale walls like a spider, even if there is nothing for him to grip onto.
  • Possessing inhuman speed, it can almost give the vampire the appearance of being in two places at once.
  • Bearing strength beyond that of an ordinary vampire, thanks to the demonic blood gifted to him.
  • Victims may hallucinate and dream when being fed on, this can be addictive to mortals and offer them a strange high. It comes at a price, too often, and the mortal will die from blood loss.
  • A master of disguise, Richard can hide within the bodies of his deceased victims, even mimicking their voices. The only part he cannot mimic is their eyes, for their eyes are the window to the soul.
  • Richard can transform someone into a vampire without the use of his own blood, however, it’s rare, and most end up deceased or mindless ghouls.
  • Richard's body may burst into a swarm of bats to make a quick escape from a situation, though it's rare he uses such a power. 
  • The vampire can locate anyone he's fed on that is actively bleeding, it's a convenient way of summoning him.
  • Richard can heal a wound by pinching it shut, convenient for feedings. This only extends to soft tissues, he cannot heal bones or extensive internal damage.  
  • Severe wounds can be healed by consuming blood.


Nice to eat you

Richard’s sexuality isn’t bound to a single gender, in fact, gender rarely is even a factor in whom he's interested. The vampire can charm just about anyone into bed, and often has as an easy way to feed. The real challenge is claiming his unbeating heart. Richard appreciates unique individuals, power, and anyone that can make him feel alive, though what that entails exactly changes between each individual. Those that don't fit the bill are quickly discarded without much care. The vampire can't stand to spend much time with people that fear him, while it's amusing to Richard it gets tiresome quickly. The only exception to this is if the individual has untapped knowledge, only then Richard may consider sticking around as a means to get what he wants.



  • It amuses Richard greatly when mortals and younger immortals fear him, though is intrigued by those that don’t. 
  • Richard's sadism fluctuates. While he does show mercy in some cases, his inner warlord and rage come through more often since his new calling.
  • Richard fears death, or more accurately, what waits for him after death. Perhaps his only true fear.
  • Richard has been known to be cannibalistic, drinking the blood of other immortals. If anything, it’s to learn from them and enjoy their unique flavor. He considers it a bonding experience. 
  • Richard is hesitant to share his blood, for he has the memories of thousands of people that are now a permanent part of him. It’s been known to send people mad. 
  • The man is a shameless user of dating apps, he can often be found scrolling through people like a dinner menu. Fast food, delivered right to your door.
  • Because he gained the knowledge of the language through blood and not traditional learning, Richard speaks languages perfectly and without an accent. 
  • Unlike many of his kind, he does indeed have a reflection.
  • Richard has a housekeeper named Magda, she also originates from Romania. Despite what most think, the woman isn't enthralled by the vampire, she's just paid well enough.
  • 'Ratislav' means 'Glory in battle'. 'Ardelean' is a region or Romania. His name is not far off the one he went by originally.
  • Richard is something of a masochist, pain makes him feel alive, among other things.
  • Richard has not dreamed since becoming a vampire until recently, though rare, he now has nightmares.
  • When enraged, his irises will hint a slight fiery glow. 
  • While blood is his main source of nourishment, nothing stops him taking a bite out of his victim's flesh and consuming that too.

Richard's Rules and Information


Status: Slowly coming back, bear with me. 



  • Two to four paragraphs are best, I can do more but it takes me considerably longer.
  • I use a spell and grammar checker because I'm mildly dyslexic. I try my best, but there will inevitably be some errors. If something doesn't make sense, please ask me about it and I'll correct it.
  • Anything from gore to fantasy, to romance to 18+, is fine with me, if there's something you'd prefer I avoid in our threads please, please let me know. I want to respect all writer's boundaries. 
  • Inbox is best. I have the site muted so I don't realize when people use the chatbox.
  • I go through writer's block a lot, bear with me.


Character Interaction

  • You can beat Richard to a pulp, I encourage you to do so, but don't kill him. I feel that goes without saying.
  • I don't expect all vampire characters to follow the 'vampire rules' Richard has. We'll just call it different bloodlines.
  • If you want Richard to turn your character into a vampire please discuss it with me beforehand, I don't make heavy decisions like that for your character. 
  • He might seem a little OP initially, but Richard's weaknesses are easy to exploit. If you need ideas should your character fight him, I'm happy to help.
  • You can interact with Richard at any point in his undeath, I'm not limited to the modern-day.
  • Fantasy settings are also acceptable, I'll adapt his story to not include any real-world places. 



  • Hi, my name's Victor (or just Vic). Nice to meet you.
  • If you ask nicely, I'll show you pictures of my dog, his name is Arthur. 
  • As a disclaimer; I haven't really roleplayed, or written anything for that matter, in the past few years. I'm rusty, to say the least. I started back up near the start of October 2021.
  • Richard is my own character, though inspired heavily by various vampire stories and lore.
  • I used to roleplay as Valentine Grimm and Lucas Howlite, I'm always happy to chat with old friends.
  • I have good days and bad days, sometimes I can write a bunch, sometimes I can only reply to certain threads, and sometimes I can't write anything at all even if it says I'm online. Please understand it's nothing personal. 
  • Face claim: Claes Bang


Plotlines I'd like to explore

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  • Faust would smile slightly as he would hum for a moment as he heard Valentin speak about a room for the night. He would then watch as his friend left to go to the main hall and conversate with his guests.  For a moment he would take Richards hand and guides him there where he could watch the fellow gentlemen and ladies speak to one and other.  He would then turn his head to look at Richard noticing that something was off.  He would then frown slightly before slowly removing his his mask only to lean forward to Richard.


    He would then press his lips against  Richards on the lips, to stay face he made sure that the mask covered their kiss so that no one could see. He would then pull away while winking at the Vampire. "Hey, eyes on me and only me." He would say before slowly putting his mask back on only  to pull him to the dance floor. He would then slowly place one hand on Richard's shoulder while his other hand moved toward his waist.  "Shall we dance?"


    As they were on the dance floor eyes were on them, almost everyone was staring at them. In this age dancing with another man was rather bold. But Faust, did not care what people say, for  it was his choice, and if he wanted to dance he'll dance. Soon enough he would sway his hips as he would then tilt his head.  "It seems we are the center of attention, and I wouldn't have it any other way."


    Little did they know Valentin would be watching rather intently as he held a glass of wine. He seemed rather unhinged by such a sight. He almost broke his wine glass due to anger as he would continue to watch. He would then look away while stepping toward the next room moving the curtains along the way. As he left Faust would soon press his body against Richard while having the time of his life.

  • (I can start us off! I'll throw a starter your way sometime on the weekend.)

  • (We can always have the both of them be chased around by supernatural hunters, then. Dast usually wouldn't care, but if his kid gets thrown into the mix, he would. A rescue mission would be a nice place for us to start, I think.)

  • Faust didn't know why, but he felt complete as they held hands. For some unknown reason, he has grown to trust him, and happy to be with him.  Faust was content, and so he lead the way to the event while still holding Richard's hand. Little did they know, they were being watched by a cloaked figure standing near near the jesters that danced the night away holding torches in their hands. The cloaked Figure never losing sight of them as They went inside what seemed to be a large manor.

    At the front Entrance, masks could be seen on a large candle lit table  where  names were marked  on the the table to shows whos mask they belong to. He would look at one before finally smiling as he would find his mask which had a golden engraving of a bird etched on the top and the eye sockets had golden feathers while the mask itself was pure white.  "The phoenix, a bird that represents death and rebirth. Though we may die we will be reborn in another life." Faust almost sounded sentimental, a soft chuckle escaped his lips before putting the mask on, he even held a  mask that only covers the eyes and forehead, it was black and has horns on it.


    "You can use this mask Richard, it's one of Studant mask that he was going to use  but he became Ill. Go on, try it on, it should fit you." Faust said softly as he held the mask out to Richard. He would then tilt his head as they were joined by a golden dressed man wearing a gold mask of an owl.  He would hold out his hand moving to embrace Faust in a rather tight hug. 


    "Ahh Faustus, it's so good to see you, I am so glad that you finally made it. The party was getting rather dull without you-- oh?" As if realizing that they weren't alone the owl masked man would turn to glance over at Richard tilting his head slightly. "You aren't Wagner, tell me are you perhaps another student of good old Faustus here?" Faust would shake The masked owl off and soon fixed his clothing before scoffing.


    "Valentin, this is Richard, Richard this is Valentin- he is Margaret's brother and a former soldier that recently took the role as Duke. Such is the reason why we are here, to celebrate his  support on the title that was righteously given to him." Valentin would stare at Richard in the eyes  he would clasp his hands together while chucking softly. "Thank you for coming, I do hope that you and Faustus will be staying tonight...the manor is for all the guests, a room has been made for each of you."

  • Faust would blink for a moment then lowered his head for a brief moment as he would then nod for a second. He would take a moment to breath as he understood what Richard meant. He would then gulp for a second as he would then smile slightly as he would then rub the back of his hand. "You are right, I apologize- I just wanted to enjoy our time together no matter what.  Even if it means I have to make some sacrifices now and then." 


    Faust would beam with excitement as he would look at Richard with curiousity and interest. The thought of doing something so vulgar and personal truly excited him.  He would then rub the back of his head while chuckling softly as he would then close his eyes. "I cannot wait, it will be great. Please be gentle with me, after all tis my first."


    Faust would hum as their meal was done, he agreed to lead the way to the ball. He would then begin to walk while looking around noticing that people are dancing in the streets along with jesters acting in the streets. He would smile slightly as he took Richard's hand holding it tight. "We aren't that far, and yet it seems the circus is in town, how quaint."

  • Weakly Morganna noticed the flurry of bats and then witnessed them to combine into a tall dark male, all the dying Sorceress could do was just lay there, watching him as he approached her, her breath coming slower and harder to come by. And then when he crouched down and gently grasped her torso, lifting her so he could bite her neck...


    There was pain at first and then none at all, not from the bite at her neck or found the wound left from Excalibur, then a almost blissful feeling overcame the Morganna. As sapphire hues close, as the vampire drank until her heart gave out and her body went limp with death, drinking every last drop of her blood. The Last High Priestess of the Old Religion was dead. 


    Or was she? 


    Unsure of how much time had gone by, though it couldn't have been that long as the vampire was still there, but she woke up once again. A gasp as now an unnatural life died her body, though she wasn't either or; neither dead or alive. Blinking sapphire hues she frowns, finding herself completely lucid, though she was... She was starving. So so hungry.. "What...?" 


    Morganna attempted to ask her voice cracking as she frowns, shaking her head confused though she was fully awake and aware. "I'm... I'm so hungry..." She states as she answers herself, trying to understand everything, as she also watched him. 

  • Faust would listen to Richard speak with great interest, when he learns that his gift made him feel more human he was curious, and wondered what he had meant. He would yjrm look away for a brief moment as he considered those words.  He would then smile slightly from the words Richard said. He would then laugh a little as he was rather flattered by him. He was glad to have met Richard, it was quite a surprise, but at least it was turning out to be a nice surprise. 


    Faust would then his head for a moment before looking around seeing that no one was watching. When he saw that everything was clear he picked up a knife and pokes his finger with it causing it to bleed. He would then held his bleeding finger over Richards wine letting a few drops enter the glass. "Maybe this will wash away the taste?" He suggested before putting a napkin over the small wound while winking at him. 


    When the glasses clinked  and they drunk their wine he would smile widely as he would then hum slightly. He would then tilt his head as he would then giggle slightly. He would take a moment to consider Richard's question before chuckling softly. "For one, I would like to have my innocents lost. I have never done such things before...being pure as they say can be very tiresome."   

  • Arthur was dying. The end of Camelot was nigh. At least it was looming but unfortunately there was still a chance for him to be saved and extend Camelot for more time, maybe time indefinitely, if Arthur ever procreated. Morganna was rushing as quickly as she could, her loyal black steed carrying her at speeds way above a normal horse should go, aided much by her magic. 


    To where was she rushing? Avalon. Where Merlin intended to use it's waters to heal Arthur. As prophecy said Arthur being the Once and Future King, it's magical powers would heal him, especially when waters were used by Merlin.


    Her horse slowed, Morganna quickly dropped down, rubbing gentle hands down the horses neck, soothing the beast as she went ahead. They weren't yet there, still a few days ride for Avalon, but they were directly ahead, probably for much needed rest for Arthur. Going ahead on foot, the Dark Sorceress kept her approach silent, this would the the last chance and would be her only chance, if she failed then they might reach Avalon in time and Arthur would live. It wasn't high odds for that but high enough she could take no chances. 


    Meters in the dense forest is where Morganna came to a stop, her quarry just ahead thinking they were alone. Pausing she took a second to overhear, the exchange between the two men enraging her more. Figures their last hope Arthur might finally discover Merlin's secret, or Merlin had confessed, and it seemed from that conversation she had just eavesdropped on, Arthur was accepting of Merlin having powers. 


    How was this fair? Merlin had lied to her, hidden her own truth from her, made her feel mad when she had been almost undone with her quickly developing magic as her life had been constantly threatened almost if either  Uther or Arthur ever knew or even suspected. Now Merlin was being accepted, and if they made it to Avalon, Arthur would live.


    Eyes glowing gold, as she incanted a spell shoving both hands out as wind gusts shove Merlin back, knocking him back to far trees, leaving him to lay unconscious she misses the gleam of metal at his side, not realizing he held Excalibur, the only weapon that would possibly harm her, it's blade forged by Dragon's Breath.


    Thinking no more of Merlin she smiles down to Arthur. "Hello dear brother.".She mockingly coos








    "Ah don't be so down, you won't die alone, I'll sit with you until you go." The Sorceress replied to Arthur's just mention of her name, slowly sinking to crouch beside him, for a few minutes at least until she heard the crunch of leaves. Merlin?! He had been unconscious hadn't he? Turning her head she slowly rose, stepping forward she doesn't realize the threat, she was completely open to an attack and though she saw Merlin holding a sword in hand. 


    Unarmed she smirks, laughing a she steps one step closer to Merlin. "I am a High Priestess, I am Fae. No mortal blade can kill me."


    Before her next step, Merlin had swung the sword angling it so the blade pierced easily through her black dress and even easier through her skin as she gasps, a all too common look of horror on her face as it dawn's on her, even before he spoke. This wasn't the first time he had tried to kill her, and she feared this time he may succeed. 




    "It's no mortal blade.. it was forged by Dragon's Breath." Merlin spoke sadly, as he pulled the blade from Morganna's crumpling frame, the sword falling with a clatter as he holds her in his arm and lowers her gently to the ground. "I'm sorry Morganna, I blame myself for this.."




    Unable to speak, gasping for breath her hands trembling before collapsing, not quite able to move them enough to cover her wound. Tears and betrayal in her eyes. He blamed himself. What pathetic words. This was his fault and it was sadly suspected she could do nothing to get vengeance. Dying she watched as Merlin reclaims Excalibur from the forest ground, then after sheathing the sword he helps Arthur up as they depart, to finish their journey to Avalon.




    Watching them go Morganna soon turned her head away, weakly looking over the forest. Was this the end of the Sorceress? Or was there dark hope out there that could counter the power of Excalibur...

  • Faust would take in every word, every detail and every single emphesis that Richard had told him. He would then nod his head, not once has he gotten distracted. His whole attention was on Richard, and it excited him for some reason. Faust would frown a little once he has learned that his heart no longer beats. He would then shake his head at the mention of his death which got him curious. 


    Soon he would then quirk a brow about how his being is a gift or a curse. He would then guess because one your a vampire the life of a immortal can truly be boring. Either that or always moving around because vampires cannot age and so he has to move or else people would realize who they are. Either way he understood Richard, he would then look down for a moment as he finally asked another question. "Do you regret it, becoming what you are?" '


    That question plagued his mind, after all like Richard said it is hard to tell if it is a gift or a curse. He would cough under his breath as the waiter comes asking for anything to drink. Faust ordered a glass of wine, he thought it was a nice occassion to drink. "Do you drink wine , if so then you must try their antique wine. It is truly to die for, dare I say the maker of death itself."


    He joked as the waiter returned with two glasses of wine before taking his leave. Faust would then take a moment to ponder as he would then click his tongue before looking up at Richard. "You can ask anything from me as well, this is a mutal relationship after all. I don't want to you to feel left out." He would say as he would then grin wide showing that he was ready to ask any single question that he wished to ask.

  • Margaret would take a moment to smile but more the same way Richard gave her. It was clear that the feeling between them is mutual. She turned her head to look at Faust showing a soft expression. "I hope to see you there Faustus, that way we can have a dance. " She would give a curtsy before leaning forward pressing her lips against his left cheek before taking her leave.


    This astonished Faust but before he could say anything he heard Richard speak making his blood flow rapidly through his entire body. He would then bite his lower lip trying to contain his excitement and the sheer thought of what his companion plans to do with him. He would then look down for a moment as he would then smile softly. "You will always have my attention, even when you least expect it." And so as they left and took part in their dinner Faust would put a napkin  over his  shirt collar trying to look fancy.


    When Richard mentioned poking his brain about who and what he was Faust would merely smile. "You don't have to force yourself into telling me if you don't want to. If you'd prefer we can talk about normal things such as interests and talents. But I must admit I am curious about one thing...does your heart still beat?"

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