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She joins other clans, and learns that she can't trust everyone. Not even those she thought close to her. It's just lessons learned in life. She then meets someone named Ghost, and becomes friends with him almost immediately. She tells him of all the changes and clans she has been in, and how she wants a forever home and TIRED of the drama. He chuckles and tells her "Well living this life can be nothing but drama". She laughs softly and responds "I guess you're correct". He speaks of his family and she smiles wanting what he has. Next thing you know she is being re-sired and welcomed into the Church Franizzi bloodline. She mainly sticks to herself, but continues to grow her line and teach them the proper ways to live after being turned. She often thinks back to that night wondering IF she would have done anything different... probably not, but such is the afterlife.
 
She joins other clans, and learns that she can't trust everyone. Not even those she thought close to her. It's just lessons learned in life. She then meets someone named Ghost, and becomes friends with him almost immediately. She tells him of all the changes and clans she has been in, and how she wants a forever home and TIRED of the drama. He chuckles and tells her "Well living this life can be nothing but drama". She laughs softly and responds "I guess you're correct". He speaks of his family and she smiles wanting what he has. Next thing you know she is being re-sired and welcomed into the Church Franizzi bloodline. She mainly sticks to herself, but continues to grow her line and teach them the proper ways to live after being turned. She often thinks back to that night wondering IF she would have done anything different... probably not, but such is the afterlife.
  
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Clan Heirs of Blood
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Sovereign: ĢħŐşŦīЁ Čħṷŕçħ-Ɓḙḹḹɨșșḙŕɨăň (ghostie.bellisserian)
Co-Sovereign: Völva Ég er dóttir (yormungand)
Former Sovereign: ĄἷєjᾄηÐѓА ℜαѕѕir ϯ (alejandra.rassir) Verðandi Church Franizzi (verdandii.mercury)
Ambassador: Đℜ.ɱιƙє ɱλяƙαƝɖєУα (usmc0349)
Proxy: ϯ Lola Cнurcн Franizzi ϯ (hayasel)
Political Faction: Traditionalists (TRs)


History:


Heirs of Blood nace de la mano de Alejandra Rassir allá por el 2018, siendo apoyados por el clan hermano Necrópolis y del Arch Luciano “Chano” Ponteveccio. La pandemia nos deja una fortaleza que es abrazada por todos. El lamentable deceso de nuestra fundadora en el 2021, nos obliga a sentarnos y reagruparnos. Una tormenta se acerca al comienzo del 2022 y nuestra soberana Verdandii Church Franizzi nos guía evadiendo la traición de nuestro ex líder de Church Ponteveccio. “Perdimos parte de nuestra descendencia y sentimos el desarraigo y el exilio. Lloramos por dentro apretando los puños y golpeando las paredes por dejarlo todo. Tuvimos que decidir si queríamos desaparecer o cuidar nuestra sangre hasta que se hiciera fuerte y así tratar de resurgir. Dejamos todo, cargos, poder, apellidos. Todo fue eliminado.“ Con la anuencia de dos Diabólicos y Nuestra Fuente, nuestra soberana es ascendida a Arch Verdandii volviéndose nuestro adn que nos guía día a día para mejorar. Bebiendo sangre

renovada libre de traición, pero con esa memoria que no olvidará lo que hemos vivido. 

El nuevo Heirs junto a los clanes leales a nuestra visión y otros que se han incorporado forman CHURCH FRANIZZI en el segundo trimestre del 2022. Hemos entendido que sólo quien lleva nuestra Sangre y fuerza es suficiente para empezar de nuevo, para que esta historia, la Nuestra, se siga escribiendo. Manteniendo el legado de nuestra amada Alejandra seguimos adelante con la frente bien en alto.


Heirs of Blood was born from the hands of Alejandra Rassir back in 2018, being supported by the brother clan Necropolis and Arch Luciano "Chano" Ponteveccio. The pandemic leaves us a strength that is embraced by all. The unfortunate death of our founder in 2021 forces us to sit down and regroup. A storm is approaching at the beginning of 2022 and our sovereign Verdandii Church Franizzi guides us avoiding the betrayal of our former Church Ponteveccio leader. “We lost part of our offspring and we felt uprooted and exiled. We cried inside clenching our fists and hitting the walls having to leave everything. We had to decide if we wanted to disappear or take care of our blood until it became strong and thus try to resurface. We left everything, positions, power, surnames. Everything was removed.“ With the consent of two Diabolics and Our Source, our sovereign is promoted to Arch Verdandii, becoming our DNA that guides us day by day to improve. Drinking renewed blood free of betrayal, but with that memory that we will not forget what we have lived through. The new Heirs together with the clans loyal to our vision and others that have joined form CHURCH FRANIZZI in the second quarter of 2022. We have understood that only one who carries our Blood and strength is enough to start over, so that this history, Ours, continues to be written. Maintaining the legacy of our beloved Alejandra, we move forward with our heads held high.


The Great Houses of Clan Heirs of Blood

Hermandad de Sangre

Hermandad de Sangre
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Princeps: Verðandi Church Franizzi (verdandii.mercury)
Delegate: ϯ Lola Cнurcн Franizzi ϯ (hayasel)
Liaison: Hisoka (0hisokamorow0)
History: Casa Real del Clan Heirs of Blood fundada por Alejandra Rassir en el 2018.

Somos la Hermandad que nuestra sangre nos ha brindado, llena de fuerza sin olvidar la traición recibida. La pérdida de nuestra Princeps en el 2021 nos obliga a unirnos aceptando que algunas cosas deben cambiar. Somos guiados por Verdandii Church Franizzi hasta su ascenso a Arch dejando el puesto a Manix Church Franizzi sin olvidar que debemos cuidarnos de los traicioneros, los impostores que intentan desbaratarnos. Cuidamos a nuestra progenie, nos enfrentamos al destino unidos en esta hermandad que pone los valores de la familia bien en lo alto. Llevamos con orgullo los apellidos CHURCH FRANIZZI.

Royal House of the Heirs of Blood Clan founded by Alejandra Rassir in 2018. We are the Brotherhood that our blood has given us, full of strength without forgetting the betrayal received. The loss of our Princeps in 2021 forces us to come together accepting that some things must change. We are guided by Verdandii Church Franizzi until she is promoted to Arch leaving the position to Manix Church Franizzi without forgetting that we must beware of the treacherous, the impostors who try to bring us down. We take care of our progeny, we face destiny united in this brotherhood that puts family values high up. We proudly carry the CHURCH FRANIZZI surnames.


Rol de la casa: reconocimiento y exterminio del enemigo, defensa del CLAN, LINEA y las CASAS que moran en ella, defensa de la Línea de Sangre, escuela Progeny, dirección y educación de líderes y miembros de casa, incursión en reuniones y eventos Progeny de indole protocolar.

Setnas

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Princeps: Maяiō Șётиαʂab (mariolbp)
Delegate: ᚹᛟᛚᚹᚨ Völva Ég er dóttir ᚹᛟᛚᚹᚨ (yormungand)
Liaison: Not Asigned
History: The Setnas is one of the houses founded in Ancestors whose Princeps Mario Setnasab decides with courage to gather a group of vampires that have been left to their fate, to put them at the service of the Horde in order to maintain the order of the clan and the attacks of enemies. His behavior is based on obedience, defense of the rules of the progeny and the rules of coexistence of his family. Setnas is a house with thirst for growth and desire to travel with pleasure the path that the future holds, making them live many great stories.

House Role: combat and defense.

Los Setnas es una de las casas fundadas en Ancestors del Clan Rose Noire cuyo princeps, Mario Setnasab, decide con valentia reunir a un grupo de vampiros que han sido dejados a su suerte para ponerlos al servicio de la Horde con el fin de mantener el orden del clan y de los ataques de enemigos. Con el tiempo parte junto a su madre en busca de un lugar nuevo. Su comportamiento esta basado en la obeciencia, defensa de las reglas de Progeny y de las normas de convivencia de su familia. Setnas es una casa con sed de crecimiento y ganas de recorrer con gusto el camino que le depare el futuro, haciendoles vivir muchas y grandes historias.

Rol de la casa combate y defensa.

Shi No Tenshi

Shi No Tenshi
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Princeps: Sakabari Nitra
Delegate: Ivy ทiはrα ℜαѕѕιr (IvyG97)
Liaison: Not Asigned
History: We are a group that was cornered in the past. Everyone thought we couldn't stay afloat. We are warriors of darkness, dark angels of death. After two years of teaching, practices to work within the Necropolis Clan and the House Hermandad de Sangre.

We are now strong enough to lead a group, its Princeps Sakabari Nihara Rassir Ponteveccio, swearing allegiance to the Heirs of Blood Clan.

Thus begins the trajectory of the Shi no Tenshi House.

Somos un grupo que fue acorralado en el pasado. Todos pensaban que no podriamos seguir a flote. Somos guerreros de la oscuridad, tenebrosos angeles de la muerte. Luego de dos años de enseñanza, practica para trabajar dentro del Clan Necropolis y la Casa Hermandad de Sangre.

Ahora somos lo suficientemente fuertes para liderar un grupo, su princeps Sakabari Nihara Rassir Ponteveccio, jurando lealtad al Clan Heirs of Blood .

Asi empieza la trayectoria de la casa Shi no Tenshi.

Yamaguchi

Yamaguchi
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Princeps: Cαnµtαzo Ʉηքlµggeɖ (JohnyCanuto Resident)
Delegate: ĐJ РΦűŁ Ṡђėקãŕđ (poulman)
Liaison: Not Asigned
History: The Yamaguchi house are descendants of the Yacuza. Going a long way of pain and war, being strong between tears and laughter, we wake up from the depths of the earth to fight the adversities of this world against sea and land supporting our vampire brothers and our children. Tattooed on our chest, we will proudly carry our symbol singing to the breeze. Going hunting while the sun hides behind the hills.

La casa Yamaguchi descendientes de los Yacuza. Recorriendo un largo camino de dolor y guerra, siendo fuerte entre lagrimas y risas, despertamos desde lo mas profundo de la tierra para combatir las adversidades de este mundo contra mar y tierra apoyando a nuestros hermanos vampiros y nuestros hijos. Tatuado en nuestro pecho nuestro simbolo con orgullo lo llevaremos cantando a la brisa. Saliendo a cazar mientras se oculta el sol tras las colinas

Vart Blod

Vart Blod
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Princeps: Ϯ ℜαʋεη Sтαя - ℜαssιя (cirene37)
Delegate: Not Asigned
Liaison: Not Asigned
History: I am Raven Olafsdottir, but I am known as Raven Star Rassir, I am Princep of the Vårt Blod House of the Clan Heirs of Blood and this is my story:

From the cold lands of Rogaland Norway, lands that saw our explorer Erik Thorvaldsson born, whom you know as Erik The Red, I came to this world on a dark winter day in the year 1230. As a child I sat down to listen to the sagas of the gods and the valkyries, wishing they could go to Valhalla. Although many switched to Christianity, I always kept secretly worshiping Thor, Odin, and the other Aesirs. In 1262, a plague came to our village, little by little people died and they appeared bled, two small puncture holes on the neck and the person without blood. Elderly, women and even children suffered this fate. As the days passed, the cold tombs appeared open and the dead were said to have come back to life. I lived alone in my hut in the middle of the mountains, surrounded by protective runes I felt safe where I was. I remember it like yesterday, one moonlit night on January 19 in the middle of a deep sleep I got up and saw a man with golden braided hair who had red eyes and long fangs full of blood, my blood. I felt how life was leaving me, amid my weakness I heard him say holding my mjolnir in his hands: "Jenta mi vil nå vaere en del av bloded vårt, du vil leve for alltid" and I passed out. I felt my body burn as I remembered those words and suddenly I felt an energy that took over my life and a deep thirst ... for blood. I learned that this man was named Olaf, he came from the distant lands that Erik the Red's son once conquered, their leader asked them to set sail and seek more members for this community and he decided to follow the steps to this land. Upon arrival Olaf felt repudiation when he saw that the gods were not worshiped as before and full of hatred he killed every Christian he saw. He told me that he stopped with me when he saw that I still worshiped the ancient gods. Olaf, who from that day on I called my father, took me by my hand and told me to go home, to my new home, and so without further ado I took my faithful Fenrir and set sail on my journey to immortality. We come to ancient Vinland, in a different modern world, which others call North America. I was there for a few years with my other brothers who still worshiped pagan gods. Some stayed there, others decided to explore the world. Always about the darkness wandering places, seeing the modern world so empty and technological. One day I met who my first son would be, a mysterious boy and an aristocrat, lover of the occult sciences, symbols and everything far from the mediocrity of this modern world. We form our Vårt Blod house, where we mix science and paganism. Thanks to my friend Agramon Rassir, who came into my life when I least expected it, whom I now call my friend for eternity I met the Heirs of Blood, of which I am now a member. Surrounded by my 3 children we are hunters not only of blood but also of secrets, myths and forgotten traditions.

Soy Raven Olafsdottir, pero me conocen como Raven Star Rassir, soy Princep de la Casa Vårt Blod del Clan Heirs of Blood y esta es mi historia: De las frías tierras de Rogaland Noruega, tierras que vieron nacer a nuestro explorador Erik Thorvaldsson, a quienes ustedes conocen como Erik El Rojo, llegué a este mundo en un día oscuro de invierno del año 1230. De niña me sentaba a escuchar las sagas de los dioses y las valkirias, deseando poder ir al Valhalla. Aunque muchos se cambiaron al cristianismo, yo siempre seguí en secreto adorando a Thor, Odin, y los demás Aesirs. En el año 1262, llegó una plaga a nuestra aldea, poco a poco la gente moría y aparecían desangrados, dos pequeños hoyuelos en el cuello y la persona sin sangre. Ancianos, mujeres y hasta niños padecieron este destino. Al pasar de los días las tumbas frías aparecían abiertas y se decían que los muertos volvían a la vida. Yo vivía sola en mi choza en el medio de las montañas, rodeada de runas protectoras me sentía segura donde estaba. Lo recuerdo como ayer, una noche de luna del 19 de enero en medio de un profundo sueño me levanté y vi a un hombre de dorados cabellos trenzados que tenía los ojos rojos y largos colmillos llenos de sangre, mi sangre. Sentí como la vida se me iba, entre mi debilidad le escuche decir teniendo en sus manos mi mjolnir: "Jenta mi vil nå vaere en del av bloded vårt, du vil leve for alltid" y me desmaye. Sentí mi cuerpo arder mientras recordaba esas palabras y de pronto sentí una energía que se apoderaba de mi vida y una sed profunda... de sangre. Conocí que ese hombre se llamaba Olaf, venía de las lejanas tierras que una vez el hijo de Erik el Rojo conquistó.Su líder les pidió zarpar y buscar más miembros para esta comunidad y el decidió seguir los pasos hasta esta tierra. Al llegar Olaf sintió repudio al ver que no se adoraba a los dioses como antes y lleno de odio mató a todo cristiano que vio. Me contó que conmigo se detuvo al ver que aún adoraba a los antiguos dioses. Olaf, quién a partir de ese día llamé mi padre, me tomó de su mano y me dijo vayamos a casa, a tu nuevo hogar, y así sin más tomé a mi fiel Fenrir y zarpé a mi viaje a la inmortalidad. Llegamos a la antigua Vinland, en un mundo diferente moderno, que otros llaman Norte América. Estuve ahí unos años con mis otros hermanos que aún adorábamos a dioses paganos. Algunos se quedaron ahí otros decidimos explorar el mundo. Siempre entre la oscuridad vagando por lugares, viendo el mundo moderno tan vacío y tecnológico. Un día conocí a quién sería mi primer hijo, chico misterioso y aristócrata, amante de las ciencias ocultas, la simbología y todo lejos de la mediocridad de este mundo moderno. Formamos nuestra casa Vårt Blod, donde mezclamos la ciencia y el paganismo. Gracias a mi amigo Agramon Rassir, que llegó a mi vida cuando menos me lo esperaba, a quién ahora llamo mi amigo en la eternidad conocí a Heirs of Blood, del cuál ahora soy miembro. Rodeada de mis 3 hijos somos cazadores no solo de sangre sino también de secretos, mitos y tradiciones olvidadas.

Dangerous Rythm

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Princeps: ERIOL мιℓℓєƒισяє (Zeratul1)
Delegate: Not Asigned
Liaison: Not Asigned
History: The Kindred of the Dangerous Rythm House have a reputation for honorability, gentleness, and impeccable taste. Since time immemorial they have belonged to a leadership Clan, fulfilling ancient traditions and seeking to shape the destiny of their offspring. They support the Masquerade without reservation, thinking that it is the best for vampires

Los Vástagos de la Casa Dangerous Rythm tienen una reputación de honorabilidad, gentileza y gusto impecable. Desde tiempos inmemoriales han pertenecido a un Clan de liderazgo, cumpliendo las antiguas tradiciones y buscando dar forma al destino de sus vastagos. Apoyan la Mascarada sin reservas, opinando que es lo mejor para los vampiros.


Blood of Gangrel

Blood of Gangrel
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Princeps: Eris Church Franizzi ( selenybouchard)
Delegate: Not Assigned
Liaison: Oρнєℓια Rσѕє ƇƑ S'Jєηια (opheliarose.ravenhurst)
History: Motto ~ Mors Tua Vita Mia (Muerte Tuya Vida Mia)

"Of all the vampires, the Gangrel are perhaps the closest to their inner nature. These lone nomads mock the constrictions of society, preferring the comfort of wildlife. It is not known how they evade the wrath of werewolf. It may have something to do with the fact that the Gangrel themselves are shapeshifters. When a mortal talks about a vampire who turns into a wolf or a bat, he probably talks about a Gangrel. As the Brujah are fierce warriors, but unlike that clan, the Gangrel ferocity does not stem from anarchist rage, but from animal instinct. They are among the most predatory Kindred, and love to indulge in the thrill of the hunt. They deeply understand the Beast in their souls, and prefer to spend the nights in communion with the animals they imitate. In fact, they are so in tune with their Beasts that after giving in to the frenzy, animal traits often appear on their bodies. The clan as such has little contact (or interest) with the rest of the Kind. This may be due to a desire to avoid Jihad networks, but it is more likely to be simply disinterest. The Gangrel certainly have a reputation for being discreet, taciturn, and distant. Although there is no more truth in this than in any other stereotype, the clan lacks the ostentation of the Toreador or Ventrue. They are closely related to the Rom, or gypsies, adopting much of their culture and customs. Certain rumors hint that the Rom are indeed descended from the Antediluvian who founded the Gangrel clan. Therefore, these gossips say, any Kindred who hurts or Embraces a gypsy will suffer the wrath of the Elder. It seems obvious that the Ravnos ignore this mythical prohibition, and both clans have hated each other since time immemorial.

Nickname: Foreigners.

Appearance: The Gangrel's harsh non-life style and lack of interest in fashion often make them appear rough and wild. Add to this the common animal traits in the clan and it is logical that they seem fearsome. Some Kindred and mortals sometimes find predatory beauty in them, although this can lead to a dangerous misunderstanding of their intentions.

Clan Disciplines: Strength, Animalism, Protean. "

Taken from: The 13 Clans http://vampire-history.tripod.com/id14.html


๑ ۞ ๑ The Vampires of the Blood of Gangrel House, despite their origin that leads them to animal instinct, have managed to adapt to their environment thanks to their strength and protean power in order to survive in a world where the wild is every less respected. There may even be some hybrid among them given their approach and transformations into wild animals.

"De todos los vampiros, los Gangrel son quiza los que estan mas cerca de su naturaleza interior. Estos nómadas solitarios se burlan de las constricciones de la sociedad, prefiriendo la comodidad de la vida salvaje. No se sabe cómo eluden la ira de los hombres lobo; puede que tenga algo que ver con el hecho de que los propios Gangrel sean cambiaformas. Cuando un mortal habla de un vampiro que se convierte en lobo o murciélago, probablemente habla de un Gangrel. Como los Brujah son feroces guerreros, pero a diferencia de ese clan, la ferocidad Gangrel no surge de la rabia anarquista, sino del instinto animal. Estan entre los Vastagos mas depredadores, y adoran entregarse a la emoción de la caza. Comprenden profundamente a la Bestia en sus almas, y prefieren pasar las noches en comunión con los animales a los que imitan. De hecho, estan tan sintonizados con sus Bestias que tras ceder al frenesí es frecuente que aparezcan rasgos animales en sus cuerpos. El clan como tal tiene poco contacto (o interés) con el resto de la Estirpe. Esto puede deberse a un deseo de evitar las redes de la Yihad, pero es mas probable que sea simple desinterés. Ciertamente, los Gangrel tienen reputación de ser discretos, taciturnos y distantes. Aunque no hay mas verdad en esto que en cualquier otro estereotipo, el clan carece de la ostentación propia de los Toreador o Ventrue. Estan estrechamente relacionados con los Rom, o gitanos, adoptando gran parte de su cultura y costumbres. Ciertos rumores insinúan que los Rom descienden de hecho del Antediluviano que fundó el clan Gangrel. Por tanto, dicen estas habladurías, cualquier Vastago que dañe o Abrace a un gitano sufrira la ira del Anciano. Parece obvio que los Ravnos hacen caso omiso de esta mítica prohibición, y ambos clanes se odian desde tiempos inmemoriales.

Apodo: Extranjeros.

Apariencia: El duro estilo de no-vida de los Gangrel y su falta de interés por la moda suele hacerles parecer toscos y salvajes. Suma a esto los rasgos animales comunes en el clan y es lógico que parezcan temibles. Algunos Vastagos y mortales encuentran a veces una belleza depredadora en ellos, aunque esto puede llevar a malinterpretar peligrosamente sus intenciones.

Disciplinas del Clan: Fortaleza, Animalismo, Protean."

Tomado de: Los 13 Clanes http://vampire-history.tripod.com/id14.html


๑۞๑ Los Vampiros de la Casa Blood of Gangrel, muy a pesar de su origen que los lleva al instinto animal, han sabido adaptarse a su ambiente gracias a su fortaleza y su poder protean para poder sobrevivir en un mundo donde lo salvaje es cada vez menos respetado. Puede haber entre ellos inclusive algún híbrido dado su acercamiento y transformaciones en animales salvajes.

Demonheart Nation

Demonheart Nation
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Princeps: ミ Arek Demonheart ミ (scelsion)
Delegate: Not Assigned
Liaison: Not Assigned
History: TBA

Heirs of Cat Blood

Heirs of Cat Blood
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Princeps: ๖ۣۣۜK㊉Ϯ ƑƦȧηɨℤℤɨ (maurooo1)
Delegate: Ϯ ๖ۣۣۜLѥҵџᴙ ƑƦȧηɨℤℤɨ Ϯ๖ (llyllcuk)
Liaison: ̶̶̶̶ۣۣۜۜζ͜͡ʙ.гϸеϣнuџα ƑƦȧηɨℤℤɨ (afina82)
History: The little Siberian cat has always loved to travel....he did not know his parents and always dreamed of finding them, because he dreamed of them at night .....in the images appearing in his dream, he felt that it was them, his parents, but did not understand why they were magical creatures of the night.. The cat was not afraid of magical nocturnal creatures, because he himself loved the night. And one day he set off from distant and cold Siberia on a trip around the world....the way was far and not easy, and he made his first stop in the harsh lands of the Vikings, who welcomed the cat, and there were many tribesmen among the Vikings, but the cat felt that this was not what he was looking for, and after a while time he decided to go further, now the way lay to the south, into the hot deserts. The cat liked the sands much more than in the cold north... but everyone knows that "the east is a delicate matter," and soon the cat had to personally verify this..... without hesitation, he packed up his things and sailed on his ship back to the Gothic castles that were in the west. here the cat was already waiting for his father, whom the cat met quite by chance in the desert, and who was there on his own business, and therefore the cat finally decided to move and settle next to his father and mother, with whom he now began to work together. All the children moved with the cat, and the Kot now has his own house, where there is no betrayal and deception .... and no one jumps over the cat's head, and the cat quietly works for the good of society and has made many friends... TBA

Casa Pyrus ignis kaiw

Casa Pyrus ignis kaiw
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Princeps: ώэαšэľ ÞỶřŭš їήġїš καίω ν. (evilsek)
Delegate: ღคɱע Kคઽ૦қυ lē๖໐໐tฯღ. (amygoldkass)
Liaison: Not Assigned
History: TBA

Domus Kensington

Domus Kensington
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Princeps: Ember Kensington
Delegate: Not assigned
Liaison: Not Assigned
History: TBA


Serpentae

Serpentae
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Princeps: Ϯ Nєρhɨlɨɱ Ɓlαҁк Sєrρєŋŧαє Ϯ (dahlia.svenson)
Delegate: Not assigned
Liaison: Not Assigned
History: TBA


Markandeya

Markandeya
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Princeps: Đℜ.ɱιƙє ɱλяƙαƝɖєУα (usmc0349)
Delegate: ƘΛℒℒ ɱλяƙαƝɖєУα (kallee.vyper)
Liaison: Mαɳɳყ Dαяκħeαят ɱλяƙαƝɖєУα (manny.darkheart)
History: TBA


Akuji

Akuji
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Princeps: Ϯ βєηηу ɱ. Ⱥʞᵁʝᶦ Ϯ (benny0349)
Delegate: Ϯ 乇яiк ɱ. Ⱥʞᵁʝᶦ Ϯ (erikdemonvladislov)
Liaison:
History: TBA

SPIRITIS NOCTIS

SPIRITIS NOCTIS
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Princeps: ĢħŐşŦīЁ Čħṷŕçħ-Ɓḙḹḹɨșșḙŕɨăň (ghostie.bellisserian)
Delegate: ღℳαɠɠιє LενιαϮhαηღ (HarleyJQuinn8807 Resident)
Liaison: Not Assigned
History: The United States was just founded, It was the fall of 1776, While walking the dark streets of Mission San Francisco De Asis, what is now known as San Francisco, he stopped, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up... Pushed up against a wall in a dark alley, he was helpless against the strength of the stranger who had her hand pushed against his chest, her opposite hand pulling his head to the side by his hair... He struggled as she leaned in and sunk her teeth into his neck... Being fresh from the War where he was a marksman and being nicknamed "The Ghostmaker" he was strong, swift, silent and deadly, yet he was helpless against the figure before him... He began to fade...


He woke to the stranger he remembered in the alley. Standing before him she said "Welcome to your family". He looked around confused, lost and feeling foggy. He could not believe what he was hearing... He was told of our Source, and the laws of Cain and given some basic insight to what he would learn. He was a vampyre.. An Immortal creature who now relied on the living to remain alive.. or Undead... Over time he was introduced into the ways of their kind...


Over the next few hundred years, he moved from place to place, meeting new people of other clans.. Some friendly, some not so much..He often found himself having to fight for life.. He kept moving trying to find his place in this new life, adapting and changing with the times and technology. He often ran across people he had "lived" with across the realm and was nicknamed Ghostie as he would go eons without being heard from and seldomly seen.


One day he was was invited to a party... It was a gathering of their kind and he saw her... She was beautiful... Stunning.. He had heard of these "Diabolics".. Knowing little about them, He knew they were demons, Often "dusting" his kind for reasons ranging from "Jaywalking" to "treason against the Source" .. He knew she was married to one of the most hated Arch Vampyres in the Realm... Why would she even talk to him, he thought...


Time passed and He wandered the realm.. Contemplating his place in this life.. This Curse.. He found refuge with a band of outcast vampyres whom did not serve anyone but themselves and small family. They came from all around the world. He was enjoying his time with the Nightshades... Then...


He was summoned by her... She asked him why he was not at the ball... There was another gathering of their kind and he was unaware.. She summoned his attendance..The next thing he knew, they were dancing the night away... Over the next couple of years, they grew fond of each other... becoming closer.. falling in love... During that time, he moved on from the Nightshades. He found himself calling Church Franizzi home.. It was an unexpected happening but a welcoming one... He had a small group of people under him and he was granted a House... Spiritis Noctis "Ghost of the Night". During his travels, he had made several friends whom had led small groups and he brought them over to Church Franizzi. He married the demon he grew fond of... and his history is still being written.

Sanguine de Lemongrass

Sanguine de Lemongrass
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Princeps: Eggy Lemongrass
Delegate: Not Assigned
Liaison: Carl Starlight
History: In a past life, she swore she descended from Ancient Egyptians. Most people do not believe in silly ideals like this. She always knew she was different. If she could have been kin to any Egyptian figure in history it would have been Cleopatra. Cleopatra was fierce, but very beautiful. Many of the characteristics she has. Little did she know in these modern and rough times her life was about to change drastically.


She was living in Phoenix, Arizona trying to enjoy the hot and dry climate as she just moved there from Maine for work. She was going out to meet a good friend one evening, and they bailed. Disgusted with people doing this to her she decided to stay and party alone. It was very busy with lots of interesting people. She made a few new "bar" friends. Somehow, she made it until closing time and went into use the ladies room. She went to the sink and felt a male presence behind her... scared to look in the mirror she quickly glanced up and saw nothing. Stunned and still feeling as if she was being watched she made way for the door. Just as she caught the handle she was thrown back against the wall a hand at her throat and feet dangling from the floor. Petrified she looks into the strangers deep blood red eyes almost hypnotized. Beginning to kick she tried to get away just as he sinks his teeth into her neck sucking out her warm life force.


She wakes up and gets a good look at her attacker stunned at his calmness and sheer handsome features. Squeaking out "Who the hell are you, and where am I" her legs tied down. He says absolutely nothing and bites his wrist, and holds it forcefully to her mouth and in a deep tone he mutters "drink from me or die" his voice trailing off. Frightened of dying she leans up and drinks from his wrist as tears stream down her cheeks. Waking up again she feels vibrant and not afraid of anything. Her senses are beyond measure, and strength like a person on heroin. She pops free from the bindings a hunger like no other. He speaks "Now listen THIS is your new life, and I am going to teach you how to live it... welcome to being my Progeny". Her mouth drops learning that she needs to drink blood to survive, and begin to hone her new skills, and begin to build her line...


The handsome man is essentially her dad and teacher in this new life. As incredible as it all sounds, she is still adjusting and trying to meet others just like herself. She thought it was a tough world before... she is less scared, but still very apprehensive of it all. She eventually learns how to rise against other people of her kind and fight, and begins to make a family of her own gaining a house and a few in her down line. Her story is still being written years later as she evolves...


She joins other clans, and learns that she can't trust everyone. Not even those she thought close to her. It's just lessons learned in life. She then meets someone named Ghost, and becomes friends with him almost immediately. She tells him of all the changes and clans she has been in, and how she wants a forever home and TIRED of the drama. He chuckles and tells her "Well living this life can be nothing but drama". She laughs softly and responds "I guess you're correct". He speaks of his family and she smiles wanting what he has. Next thing you know she is being re-sired and welcomed into the Church Franizzi bloodline. She mainly sticks to herself, but continues to grow her line and teach them the proper ways to live after being turned. She often thinks back to that night wondering IF she would have done anything different... probably not, but such is the afterlife.

BLOODMOON

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Princeps: Ϯ ɛʟ քǟȶʀօռ ɮʟօօɖʍօօռ Ϯ (bandido Seda)
Delegate: SEÑOR ESCORPION (amadoporti2
Liaison: ℳƨ. ℳἶɳđץ яσץαℓтץ ℳαmἶ-™ (mindy5)
History: TBA