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 '''SOCIAL MEDIA'''
-*[https://www.youtube.com/@VentrueBellemort-vw Youtube]
+*[https://www.youtube.com/@VentrueBellemortVonWittelsbach/ Youtube]
 *[https://www.facebook.com/Ventrue.Bellemort.Von.Wittelsbach.Progeny Facebook]
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 '''Seneschal of The Arch:'''
-* Lady Vic Mezmarat Nemuritori V.B.V.W (ivictoriaii)
+* Lady Vic Mezmarat V.B.V.W (ivictoriaii)
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 Arch Prime:
-* Not Assigned
+* Lady Lauris Trandavel V.B.V.W (patitoxxii)
 Blood Regent Prime:
-* Lady Lauris Trandavel V.B.V.W (patitoxxii)
+* Not Assigned
 Royal University Prime:
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 Royal Army Prime:
-* Lord Matt Desole Ventrue BVW (matt93dark)
+* Lord Matt Trandavel V.B.V (matt93dark)
 Royal Scribe College Prime:
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 Editorial Prime
-* Lady Vic Mezmarat Nemuritori V.B.V.W (ivictoriaii)
+* Lady Vic Mezmarat V.B.V.W (ivictoriaii)
 Ceremonial Seal Prime:
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 '''Ventrue Bellemort Von Wittelsbach Scribes:'''
 *Lord Sergh Ventrue Bellemort V.W. (sejvirtual)
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 '''Arch Ventrue Bellemort Von Wittelsbach Blood Line:'''
-♔ ℜαsᴄhιƖƖ Vєηtruє βєℓℓєʍσrṫ Ɛ. (raschillventrue)
+♔ Raschill Ventrue Bellemort Von Wittlesbach Eames [[(raschillventrue)]]

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 !colspan="10"|Hijos de Lilith
 |-
-|rowspan="4"|[[File:Progeny_Fangs.png |200px|thumb|center| ]]
+|rowspan="4"|[[File:Escudo Casa Hijos de Lilith 2026.png |200px|thumb|center| ]]
 |Princeps:
-|ingrid Santuria Ventrue (ingrid506)
+|Ingrid Santuria Ventrue (ingrid506)
 |-
 |Delegate:
-|Not Assigned
+|Vaiolet (lilimore4)
 |-
 |Liaison:
-|Not Assigned
+|Di3goMX
 |-
 |History:
-|TBA
+|'''Origen de los Hijos de Lilith'''
 |}

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 !colspan="10"| Clan Nyx
 |-
-|rowspan="5"|[[File:NyxClan2.jpg |200px|thumb|center|]]
+|rowspan="5"|[[File:NyX 2.jpg |200px|thumb|center|]]
 |Sovereign:
 |ϮVαsℎɣ ŦυяẏϮ (vashnar)
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 History:
-We are the spirit of the night.
+We are the spirit of the night, the living legacy of Nyx, the primordial goddess of darkness, who emerged from Chaos at the dawn of creation.
-Clan Nyx is a sovereign lineage of sacred blood, memory, and transformation. We are not defined by hierarchy or hunger, but by ritual, kinship, and reverence. We move with presence, not noise. We act with loyalty, not politics. We offer sanctuary, not conquest.
+As her children, we carry the blood of the Furies (Erinyes), her daughters, goddesses of vengeance and justice, bound to the stars and the depths of Tartarus.
-We remember. We recognize. We transform.
+The ground still waits for those who see, for those who feel the ancient call. The voice of Nyx, the first-born of creation, stirs in the roots and ancient hills, in the weathered stone and standing trees, in the whispered streams and resting fields. It is the primal power, silent and deep as the sea, the sacred resonance that weaves through the land and stills troubled souls like gentle waters over sand. Never silent, seldom heard, it waits beneath the wind and years, and we, her children, are those who hear.

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 !colspan="10"|Daymon
 |-
-|rowspan="4"|[[File:Progeny_Fangs.png |200px|thumb|center| ]]
+|rowspan="4"|[[File:Daymon House 2026.png |200px|thumb|center| ]]
 |Princeps:
 |Ballou Daymon Santuria (balloustrek.starsider)
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 |-
 |History:
-|TBA
 |}

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 |-
 |Delegate:
 |Not Assigned
 |-
 |Liaison:
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 |-
 |History:
-|Nacido en el Bosque de Lagrimas del Continente Exponentia, creció rodeado de naturaleza y de sus habitantes mágicos, hadas, gnomos, unicornios, sátiros y almas en pena. Frágil por su naturaleza Élfica fue llevado por su madre ante el Soberano de Exponentia para salvarle de mal desconocido que lo consumía día a día. Una crisis recién entrado en la adolescencia lo llevo casi a su sueño final y a su maldición para ser convertido en Hijo de la Oscuridad y eterno joven de sed insaciable por sangre. Sirvió al Reino de Exponentia aprendiendo de los milenarios escritos, de la magia, la guerra, la política, leyes y sobre todo del bizarro corazón de los no muertos; a veces justos, a veces sensible, a veces caprichosos y finalmente insensibles. Todas las experiencias le hicieron tomar una decisión y dejar su hogar para salir a Tierras y mundos desconocidos. En esos caminos encontró a otros seres que también por diferentes razones buscaban su lugar en el mundo. En este orden los encontró, una Elfa conocedora de los pensamientos y mecanismos que mueven los sentimientos y caprichos. Una Hada y hechicera abandonada por su mentor y forzada a sobrevivir en un mundo hostil. Una Prófuga, esclavizada por quien creía era su familia escapo y vive en constante defensa de su vida para evitar ser cazada por sus "hermanos". Grupo singular deciden hacer una Familia bajo el nombre de Casa Arya para evocar el triunfo de la disciplina y habilidad sobre el señor de los muertos, el Rey de La Noche. Y sobre todo para ayudarse, cuidarse y viajar juntos en búsqueda de aventuras y entidad. La Casa Arya reconoce la múltiple manifestación de las cosas, nada permanente todo evolucionando. Pilares de la Casa Arya: Aprendizaje, Habilidad, Vigilancia, y Paciencia. Dándole a la Pluma y a la Espada el mismo poder para Destruir y Crear en las manos adecuadas, Respeto y Lealtad a la Autoridad de la Casa. Cada miembro de la Casa Arya toma sus decisiones con plena conciencia y elección, en cada éxito una motivación, en cada error una enseñanza; no hay lugar para el arrepentimiento. En este Épico viaje, llegan al Reino de Lord Raziel, Santuria. Milenario Líder Honorable y con un gran Orgullo, sobreviviente de innumerables Guerras y Conflictos. Ante la sinceridad y personalidad de Lord Raziel, los viajeros deciden integrarse y ofrecer todo su esfuerzo y dedicación a restablecer y apoyar al Clan Lacrimosa a una nueva época de Conquista y Expansión.
+|TBA
 |}

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 |History:
 |Elegida desde su nacimiento para dar comienzo a una nueva era, la su vida nunca le ha pertenecido. La vida de la doncella es solitaria. Jamás la tocarán. Jamás la mirarán. Jamás le hablarán. Jamás sentirá placer. Mientras espera al día de su Ascensión, preferiría estar con los guardias luchando contra el mal que se llevó a su familia que preparándose para que los dioses la encuentren lo bastante digna. Pero la elección nunca ha sido suya. Un deber… El futuro del reino entero recae sobre sus hombros, algo que ni siquiera está demasiado segura de querer para ella. Porque una doncella tiene corazón. Y alma. Y deseo. Y cuando un guardia de ojos dorados que ha jurado asegurar su Ascensión, entra en su vida, el destino y el deber se entremezclan con el deseo y la necesidad. Él incita su ira, hace que se cuestione todo aquello en lo que cree y la tienta con lo prohibido. Un reino… Abandonado por los dioses y temido por los mortales, un reino caído está surgiendo de nuevo, decidido a recuperar lo que cree que es suyo mediante la violencia y la venganza. Y a medida que la sombra de los malditos se acerca, la línea entre lo prohibido y lo correcto se difumina. Solo está a punto de perder el corazón y ser considerada indigna por los dioses, sino que también está a punto de perder la vida cuando los ensangrentados hilos que mantienen unido su mundo empiezan a alzarse para alimentarse de la sangre de todos ellos
 |}

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-*Arch: [[ღ Resa Ęāɱɛʂ-Aεოἶlἶմʂ (resa0302)]]
+*Arch: To be Assigned
 **Prior Arch: [[LLedge Eames]]
 **Prior Arch: [[Apeiron, Oberon Eames]]
 *Blood Regent: Suraya Eames (suraya.seljan)
 *Arch Advisor:  Jօɦռռʏ Eǟmes ɮʟǟƈӄ (countryboy561)

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 |Political Faction:
 |Arch Cabalist (AC)
 |}

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	Roisin which means Little Rose, like the children picked from humans to become something more. Sweet and innocent but also equipped with claws or fangs like a rose's thorns.		Roisin which means Little Rose, like the children picked from humans to become something more. Sweet and innocent but also equipped with claws or fangs like a rose's thorns.
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−	\|}
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−	~~===Twisted Flame===~~
−	~~{\| class="wikitable"~~
−	~~!colspan="10"\|Twisted Flame~~
−	\|-
−	~~\|rowspan="4"\|[[File:Twisted Flame3.jpg \|200px\|thumb\|center\|]]~~
−	~~\|Princeps:~~
−	~~\|Ɲαʈɣ ƮŦ Ѡɛsta (natasa Eel)~~
−	\|-
−	~~\|Delegate:~~
−	~~\|Ϯ ƛlexƛɳdrƛ ƝiƓhƬ Ƨhƛdσw Ϯ (Alexandra Varela)~~
−	\|-
−	~~\|Liaison:~~
−	~~\|GậL ƮŦ Ѡɛsta (Gert2012)~~
−	\|-
−	~~\|Internal house Affairs:~~
−	~~\|Ϯƈʟɛʍɛռȶɨռɛ ƝiƓhƬ ƧhƛdσwϮ (marquise Brandi)~~
−	\|-
−	~~\|rowspan="4"\|[[File:Doughters of magic.png\|200px\|thumb\|center\|]]~~
−	~~\|Event DoM Director:~~
−	~~\|AishaƮŦ Ѡɛsta (Aisha Flagon)~~
−	\|-
−	\|
−
−	~~\|History :~~
−
−	In the bowels of a forgotten country house, where the walls sweat with centuries-old damp and the air is heavy with the smell of iron and decay, ƝαϮẏ ƮŦ Ѡɛsta began her sacred betrayal against death. She was the granddaughter of an Einherjar, a bloodthirsty god-warrior whose name was whispered only in mortal terror. But where her grandfather reduced kingdoms to ashes with swords of black steel, ƝαϮẏ ƮŦ Ѡɛsta understood that true dominion does not come from destruction, but from possessing the soul. The years in the quiet were a cold forge. ƝαϮẏ ƮŦ Ѡɛsta did not recruit soldiers; she collected broken instruments. The alchemist whose flesh slowly rotted away from forbidden poisons, the knight who had burned out his own eyes never to have to behold the grace of the sun again, and the street children with teeth sharper than their minds. They were the colorful dark souls, the outcasts of the world, whom she bound together with threads of blood and oath into a solid vampire house. In the darkness of the cellars, she taught them the laws of the Realm. She showed them that blood was not merely food, but a key. They mapped the hidden fault lines of the dimensions, the places where the veil between worlds is so thin that one can hear the voices of the Old Entities. ƝαϮẏ ƮŦ Ѡɛsta taught them when to kneel before the beings in the void and when to sink their teeth into the throat of fate. Centuries later, the mansion is no longer a ruin, but a living organism of shadow. The walls breathe along with the heartbeat of the Vampire House . ƝαϮẏ ƮŦ Ѡɛsta still reigns, seated on a throne constructed from the remains of those who underestimate her. Her people have become a family, forged in the furnace of shared sins and an unwavering pride. A dark fire burns in the eyes of her subjects; they worship not the vampire, but the woman who made an invincible realm of their collective misery. She is the Night Queen, and in her realm the sun never rises again. The (TF) Twisted Flame Family and (DoM) Daughters of Magic family evolved: As darkness and shadows spread across the land, ancient fears awaken, fears of something more than death. In the heart of a Slavic village, creatures embody that fear. But forget what Hollywood told you. Slavic vampires are not just pale nobles in cloaks. We are restless souls, corrupted spirits of the dead, caught between this world and the next. Our souls did not rest and our bodies rose, we emerged as Flames that took on different forms, like the Twisted Flame, destroying all before it, yet granting grace and eternity. When you say our name, do not imagine a charming aristocrat, imagine a disgruntled soul, a restless dead man, a creature born of grief, revenge and ancient fear. But our mythology lives in a gray area, our creatures are ordered symbolism, closely related to nature, death and the human soul, and perhaps this is what makes us the most terrifying, because they were not created for fun, but out of faith. However, we have expanded our faith, only the chosen ones are invited to the forest of the dead, where the goddesses Moran and Westa sow death, fire and balance, but the goddess does not accept everyone. From this enchanted forest, the invited never return, their souls wander among the crowns of these trees. But we listen to them with an evil smile. In unpredictability and mystery, we have adapted from the ancient world to the modern world, and unexpectedly we can be close to you. We are like a flame that keeps us alive, in the dark we can warm or enchant you, we run from love, but we still love. We can enchant you with our appearance and closeness, but beware of this beauty, anger and malice are hidden in it. We can change your fate and cruelly mix among you with our charm.

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