Empire of Shadows, Noctem Wu Empire 殭屍 (ACC's)
| Clan: Empire of Shadows, Noctem Wu Empire 殭屍 (ACC's) | |||||||||
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| Sovereign: | Mϊŋɠ Xϊąσ ИeσpσℓιϮαη Ɯu (mingxiaoclementine) | ||||||||
| Co-Sovereign: | Not Assigned | ||||||||
| Ambassador: | Not Assigned | ||||||||
| Proxy: | Not Assigned | ||||||||
| Special Envoy | Dj CrąϊɠE ИeσpσℓιϮαη Ɯu | ||||||||
| Patron Diabolic: | Parthenia Church-Horngold (partheniachurch) | ||||||||
| Political Faction: | Apostate Clans Coalition (ACCs) | ||||||||
- History:
The Wu family, a noble and progressive vampire clan, endured the Red War, a conflict that reshaped the vampire community in profound ways. While the struggle brought pain and loss, it also sparked a wave of change and evolution. New opportunities for progress and equality began to emerge in its aftermath, creating a shift in how vampires viewed their place in the world.
Standing by Empress Ming and her family during the war was her brother, a formidable Viking King and the Arch of their bloodline. As a warrior forged in the fires of countless battles, he carried with him the honor and traditions of their ancient lineage. His leadership and unyielding strength proved pivotal in the family’s survival. In the face of chaos and conflict, his battle cries echoed across the fields, striking fear into their enemies and inspiring courage among their allies. He became a beacon of hope for those seeking progress and unity. A salvation to his people.
After the war’s end, seeking respite and safety, the Wu family retreated to their swamp plantation in New Orleans back in 1924. This plantation was not just a home—it was their salvation. It provided them with a place to rest, recover, and regroup after the grueling war. Though Empress Ming hailed from the Far East, the South had become a refuge for her. The symphony of crickets, the slow movement of crocodiles, and the timeless beauty of plantations nestled among live oaks draped with Spanish moss offered a sense of peace and solace in troubled times. It was here that the family, with their Viking brother ever-watchful, found a momentary reprieve.
But the Wu family’s ideals had drawn powerful enemies. Anarchists, long resentful of Empress Ming’s trailblazing presence and her family's evolving influence, sought to tear them down. Together, Ming and her husband, King CraigE, worked tirelessly to promote progress and equality among vampires. Their efforts inspired admiration from many but also fear and resentment from others. Adding to the tension was the legacy of a bloodhunt once called against the Wu family by a powerful Cabal—an act that marked them as targets. For Ming her pursuit of justice and refusal to yield made her an icon of defiance, but also placed their family in constant peril.
Fast forward a few centuries when word spread of King CraigE’s apparent death at the hands of anarchists, Empress Ming was devastated. Yet she clung to her resolve, determined to meet with the Sabbat to negotiate her family’s survival. However, the meeting revealed their true intentions—they planned to use her as a pawn to weaken the family while launching an assault on their home. In a daring escape, Empress Ming fled the meeting, racing back to find her plantation under attack. Amidst the chaos, a shocking revelation awaited her: King CraigE was alive.
CraigE’s survival brought hope but stirred conflicting emotions in Ming. He had been gone for centuries after finally marrying her in what she could only describe as a turbulent, clandestine, yet deeply meaningful affair. They had even been blessed with a love child, their Eddie. But during their darkest struggles, CraigE had become guilty of the ultimate betrayal—abandoning the family he swore to cherish.
Now, he stood before her, stripped of pride, raw and repentant. Falling to his knees, CraigE pleaded, "How can you give up on us? All that we have shared—a love like ours is once in a lifetime. I cannot live without you." His voice, trembling yet resolute, carried a sincerity that pierced through her fury, melting the ice around her heart. Though anger and pain burned brightly within her, Ming could not ignore the enduring flame of love she still bore for him.
Against all odds, she chose to forgive—not for him, but for the unbreakable bond that time, betrayal, and even eternity itself could not sever. In her heart, Ming understood that the darkness they both carried was their shared burden, and it was only together that they could navigate the eternal night. Forgiveness came slowly, but with it, the warmth of rekindled love began to thaw the centuries of pain.
For the next thousand years, Ming and CraigE rebuilt their lives, their love deepening with each passing century. Under their stewardship the house flourished. Generations of their descendants, born from their blood and immortal legacy, thrived under their protection. The Noctem Wu Empire grew vast and enduring, a symbol of resilience and unity amidst the shadows.
The centuries passed like a dream, but even in the comfort of their peace, Ming's sharpened instincts never dulled. She felt it—a subtle shift, like the tremor of a ripple across an otherwise still pond.
It began as whispers, carried on the wind like a haunting melody, unsettling and persistent. Dreams that once faded with dawn began to linger—a shadowed presence, fleeting yet suffocating, touching the edges of her consciousness. The shadows grew heavier, the air thicker, as if the world itself was holding its breath in anticipation. Something ancient was stirring. Something wicked.
One evening, as the sun dipped low Ming stood upon a cliff overlooking the sprawling lands of her domain. Beside her, CraigE joined her vigil, sensing unease. "Do you feel it?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with apprehension.
Ming didn’t answer immediately. The air seemed to pulse with an unseen energy, and a deep frown settled on her face. "Yes," she finally replied, her tone firm but laced with foreboding. Change is coming."
As the first stars of the evening emerged and the night settled in, Ming turned to face her husband. She could see the same determination in his gaze that had drawn her to him so many centuries ago. They had faced storms before, but this was different. This was not a threat from petty anarchists or rebellious clans. This was something primal, something ancient—something that reached beyond even their vast understanding of the eternal night.
A cold wind swept through, rustling the leaves and carrying with it the faint sound of something howling in the distance. A warning, a message from the beyond.
Realizing the plantation was no longer safe, Ming and CraigE made the heart-wrenching decision to leave. The plantation, imbued with memories of joy and resilience, was a symbol of their legacy. For Ming, the thought of leaving cut deeply, and as they departed, visions of the past flooded her heart. She could see their wedding, a joyous celebration that had filled the plantation with laughter and love. She remembered the birth of their children, many of whom had taken their first breaths within those walls.
As they stepped into the night, the plantation stood bathed in the silvery light of the full winter's moon, its once vibrant rose gardens now dusted with frost. Moss draped from the ancient oaks swayed gently in the winter breeze, their gnarled roots intertwined with the soil that held so many of the Wu family’s memories. The main house, with its wide verandas and towering columns, loomed like a proud sentinel, refusing to bow to the encroaching cold. Lanterns flickered faintly by the front steps, casting a warm glow that seemed to whisper of the life that had thrived within those walls.
In the distance, the swamp stirred softly, its waters reflecting the stars like a broken mirror. The croak of frogs and hum of distant crickets were muted by the chill, though the occasional ripple of a crocodile breaking the surface added an eerie but familiar cadence. Beyond the plantation's edge, the endless stretch of cypress groves beckoned them forward, their tall, shadowy forms both a barrier and a guide to the unknown.
Ming’s heart felt heavy, the weight of memories nearly overwhelming her. A single tear escaped, tracing down her pale cheek. Craig turned to her, his own heart aching at the sight of her sorrow. Gently, he wiped the tear away with his thumb, his touch lingering for a moment. “We’ll carry this with us,” he whispered, his voice low and steady. Taking her hand firmly in his, he gave it a reassuring squeeze as they took the first steps away from the life they had built, and toward the uncertain path ahead.
With each step, the plantation seemed to recede into the misty darkness, its silhouette growing smaller against the horizon. Every detail of the landscape—the whisper of the wind through the reeds, the soft crunch of frost underfoot—etched itself into Ming’s mind, a final goodbye to the sanctuary that had cradled her family through both triumph and tribulation. Though leaving felt like abandoning a piece of her soul, Ming held tightly to the hope that somewhere ahead lay the promise of safety and renewal.
The isolated farm, though vastly different from their plantation, offered safety and self-sufficiency. Empress Ming, unaccustomed to such a rugged life, faced an uphill battle adapting. CraigE, eager to atone, stood by her side, helping her adjust. Despite the challenges, the beauty of their surroundings brought them solace: the lively hum of honey bee hives, winds whipping through the apple orchard, and a bubbling swamp.
One evening, as Ming and CraigE sat on the porch, vibrant streaks of sunset painted the sky. CraigE put his hand on Ming’s growing womb and grinned, his touch radiating hope for their family's future. The sound of distant thunder rumbled through the air, a reminder of storms yet to come. But in that moment, there was peace. With clean laundry swaying in the breeze and the warmth of their love rekindled, hope flickered anew.
And yet, as they had left the plantation behind, an eerie stillness had settled over the land, one that followed them into their new life like a shadow refusing to fade. Ming, ever attuned to the subtle undercurrents of the night, had felt it—an unspoken presence lingering just beyond the edge of her perception. An unsettling silence.
The farm, though a sanctuary, did little to quell the faint, gnawing sense that their safety was borrowed time. Dreams, vivid and unshakable, plagued her sleep—a shrouded figure watching from the distance. Whatever was coming, they would face it together. For in the heart of the shadows, the Wu family had always thrived. And so, they pressed forward, uncertain but unyielding.
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ᴍᴀɪsᴏɴ ᴅᴇs ᴏᴍʙʀᴇs~Hσυѕє σf Wυ 殭屍~
| ᴍᴀɪsᴏɴ ᴅᴇs ᴏᴍʙʀᴇs~Hσυѕє σf Wυ 殭屍~ | |||||||||
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| Princeps: | Mϊŋɠ Xϊąσ ИeσpσℓιϮαη Ɯu (mingxiaoclementine) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | Not Assigned | ||||||||
| Liaison: | Not Assigned | ||||||||
| History: | For countless centuries—through the shadowed expanse of black moons—Empress Ming Xiao Clementine Wu prowled the depths of the night, a solitary specter drifting through an endless twilight. Born of a rare and accursed lineage, she was the product of a fractured bloodline—a Jiangshi of half-breed descent, twisted and mutated in ways that set her apart even among the creatures of the dark. Blood magic coursed through her veins like an ancient and forbidden melody, granting her mastery over an arcane art few dared to wield. Her kind was an anomaly, whispered about in terrified awe, their existence often dismissed as myth or nightmare.
One fateful night, during a moonlit hunt in the labyrinthine streets of São Paulo, an encounter forever changed the course of her dark tale. A mysteriously diabolical figure cloaked in rags and enigma—a gypsy fortune teller from an ancient line of seers—seized Ming’s wrist in a grip belying her frail appearance. The gypsy’s hollow, abyssal eyes bored into Ming's own as she uttered the cryptic words: "Non ducor, duco"—I am not led; I lead. The proclamation echoed like an incantation, carving itself into Ming’s very essence. But before she could demand the meaning behind the prophecy, the enigmatic woman vanished into the ether, dissolving into the thick fog that cloaked the city. Those words haunted Ming for centuries, a riddle both maddening and alluring. As she wandered across the world, the cryptic prophecy lingered in her mind, shaping her actions, her thoughts, and her growing sense of destiny. Ming’s restless wanderings eventually took her to the mist-laden streets of New Orleans in the year 1924. It was there, amidst the sultry, oppressive heat and the clamor of jazz, that Ming's restless soul found its anchor. The city’s dark alleys, wrought with secrets, and the heavy veil of mysticism that cloaked the bayous seemed to call out to her. She found herself charmed by the abundance of its other apex predators—a dark amusement she indulged in often. In New Orleans, Ming began to weave the threads of her legacy. She opened her darkened halls to those cast aside by the world—the unwanted, the forsaken, and the renegades who sought refuge from their torment. Many of them bore their own scars, outcasts who found solace in the cold embrace of her shadowed sanctuary. Among them were children she sired herself, their fangs as sharp and their loyalty as fierce as her own. Her House became a bastion of loyalty and strength, with its denizens mastering myriad talents: artists who painted the night in hues of despair, warriors who danced the bloody ballet of combat, and politicians whose whispered words bent the wills of mortals. Through heartbreak and betrayal, Empress Ming Xiao forged her dominion from the ash of her solitude. The House of Wu was built upon her sacrifices—each member bound not merely by blood, but by a shared oath, a familial covenant as unyielding as iron. As her empire grew, so too did her influence, her name carried on the tongues of those who feared and revered her alike. It was during this time that she found a rare and unexpected companion—an enigmatic man named CraigE Neopolitan. A stranger in the night, his presence was fleeting yet unshakable, a shadow that slipped through the cracks of her guarded heart and decided to find its home there. Their love, dark and relentless, became an unholy matrimony. Blood-bonded, they swore eternal loyalty to one another and sealed their vows by drinking from one another's veins, their shared immortality intertwined in a way that neither time nor torment could sever. Together, they ruled the House of Wu, a dynasty that thrived in the shadows, its roots spreading like the tendrils of an unholy vine. And now, she was no longer known as Clementine but was his wife, Ming Xiao Neopolitan Wu. The future brought with it trials that tested both mortals and immortals alike—wars that painted the earth in crimson, famines that starved the land, and pandemics that consumed countless lives. Yet, through it all, the darkness of eternity clung to Ming like a loyal shadow, ever by her side. She remained steadfast, unyielding in her commitment to CraigE and the family they had built together. From her tainted blood and immortal flesh sprouted a legion of new houses, each flourishing under the vast umbrella of the Noctem Wu Empire. Her children, forging new legacies, created paths of their own under the watchful gaze of their eternal mother. The empire's reach extended across continents, an intricate web of influence and power spun from that one paramount moment—the creation of the House of Wu. But Ming bore a curse, one that was unrelenting and unforgiving, pressing its weight upon her with every passing century. It was a torment she endured in solitude, even as blessings unfurled like rabid, untamed flowers in the garden of her existence. Each triumph came with its thorns, but she embraced them, for they grew from the foundation of her House. She owed it all to that single, fateful encounter in São Paulo. The cryptic gypsy woman, whose prophetic words still echoed through Ming’s mind, had given her a gift far greater than she could ever repay—her immortality, her purpose, her empire. Without that woman’s guidance, support, and enigmatic encouragement, Ming knew she had been a fragment of nothing. Now, she was everything—a ruler, a matriarch, a shadow eternal. And yet, even as her empire thrived and her House grew mighty, the shadows whispered of a greater storm brewing beyond the edges of her dominion. Ancient forces, long thought extinguished, stirred in the depths of the eternal night, their presence sending ripples through the fabric of the world. Ming, ever watchful, felt the subtle pull of fate drawing her toward an inevitable reckoning—a test that would challenge not only her power but the very foundation of the Noctem Wu Empire. The future held no promises, only the faint echoes of battles yet to be fought and alliances yet to be forged. But Ming's gaze, sharp and unyielding, remained fixed upon the horizon of eternity. She had survived countless trials, conquered despair, and forged a legacy from the ashes of her solitude. Whatever lay ahead, she would meet it not with fear but with the unrelenting will of a ruler who was not led but who led. For the House of Wu was not merely an empire; it was an immortal force, a shadow that could never be extinguished. And as the moon hung heavy in the night sky, casting its silvery glow upon the world, Ming Xiao Neopolitan Wu stood as a symbol of eternal resilience, awaiting the next chapter of her story. | ||||||||
Lє Ɠυιη
| Lє Ɠυιη | |||||||||
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| Princeps: | Ƈσяωιη Lє Ɠυιη (corwin.auster) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | Mαgησℓια Cнυяcн Lє Ɠυιη (magnolia.lerintzo) | ||||||||
| Liaison: | Vacant | ||||||||
| History: | "The sunset of January 8th, 1018 ad. She was a favoured daughter of the Jarl, and it was the last time her eyes would see the sun; the glorious red sky warding off the encroaching night, one final time..."
"It was evening, that same night a thousand years ago, Lord Corwin took me to the sacred stones and drank my blood. The villages could only see with disgust as he turned me into what I am today ... a svartálfar or as I knew the ones I would meet in the following years: a vampire ... " Twas the birth of our house, twas the birth of the Le Guin Legacy, and it shall live on forever! | ||||||||
† ıηsαηgυıηαтυм †
| ıηsαηgυıηαтυм | |||||||||
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| Princeps: | нєłłѵєттє Ɯu (angelbenvenutti) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | αgαтнα ωυ (agathaevanoff) | ||||||||
| Liaison: | Domi Hexem V. Ansia (dominique.mirabella) | ||||||||
| History: | TBA | ||||||||
Contendere Ad Altiora
| Contendere Ad Altiora | |||||||||
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| Princeps: | λrą Mϊŋɠ Ɯu (arabeth1) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | Dviate Devlin (Dviate) | ||||||||
| Liaison: | Raven Crowley (Raveena Absinthe) | ||||||||
| History: | A little about your House Princeps:
My story is just a summary for now. Later, I may elaborate with more detail. For now, this is my story .... It was late Autumn in the year 1523, October 31st...the day I was born. My mother, Empress Ming Wu, was one of the most powerful people in all the realm, she held many titles, and our family was well known and respected among the people. As I grew up, my mother would always tell me things to guide me and taught me to respect all creatures on Earth, human and others. I wasn't just an ordinary little girl, and my life was far from ordinary. Having been born under the light of the full moon, I had magical abilities. My mother taught me how to control those abilities as I and they grew stronger with each passing year. My mother made sure that I was taught about our family heritage, in order for us to survive...we must keep certain family secrets to ourselves. We were not like most people.... We were unique and powerful. Our family was made up of several creatures of the night, Vampires, Werewolves,.....Shapeshifters of all sorts.
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Angeli Mortis
| Angeli Mortis | |||||||||
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| Princeps: | Shadowed Death (shadowripper1) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | Kyna Death(triKyna) | ||||||||
| Liaison: | Not Assigned | ||||||||
| History: | Since before the beginning of time we have watched over this world and its creatures guiding them as much as we could. While we watched and cared for these beings threw out the ages they called us many names, you might know some of them, Thor, Athena, Juno, their Gods, their Goddesses, their Heros and Heroines. We never cared for the names but you know how it goes, people want to put a name to things. Now we come to this chapter of the story , peering back threw the veil of time my eyes saw a strong warrior woman in a place that didn't want her, a family that disowned her, a world that struggled with her. I took her under my wing and guided her to whom she has become today. a Queen in her own right many times over, she gifted me this house not as a reward but of a promise of never ending loyalty, honor and family. We are the Watchers, The Teachers, The Angeli Mortis, Angels of Death | ||||||||
DragonStar
| DragonStar | |||||||||
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| Princeps: | 亗Fargus Starflare亗 (furgus.starflare) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | 亗Cade Wu-Starflare亗 (cadence.bloodrose) | ||||||||
| Liaison: | Not Assigned | ||||||||
| History: | TBA | ||||||||
Protego Diabolica
| Protego Diabolica | |||||||||
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| Princeps: | Diablo Wu May Static (diabloplayer123) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | Bubbles Wu (bubblesstar88) | ||||||||
| Liaison: | Not Assigned | ||||||||
| History: | Long ago in the year 1425 during the Ming Dynasty this house was created. It had survived for centuries long after the Ming Dynasty era had come to pass and conquered the world slowly but surely. During the 18th century, the house Protego Diabolica went dormant. For years to come. the house Protego Diabolica was forgotten until WW2 when daughters of the Ming Dynasty who had been in long slumber awakened and became spies during the war. At night the house members would sneak around and lurk in the shadows to find their next victim, but they never forgot the reason why the house existed and was named Protego Diabolica.
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Shadow Of Nites
| Shadow Of Nites | |||||||||
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| Princeps: | Wσlƒ Bεąųŗεɠąŗđ Nïŧεş Ɯu (wolfnites) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | Mιcнεllε Bεąųŗεɠąŗđ Nïŧεş Ɯu (michellegrace35) | ||||||||
| Liaison: | Not Assigned | ||||||||
| History: | TBA
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Mҽɱҽɳƚσ Mσɾι Cσʋҽɳ
| Mҽɱҽɳƚσ Mσɾι Cσʋҽɳ | |||||||||
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| Princeps: | Meraa Kiyori (meraa.kiyori) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | ЯӨBΣЯƬ VΣGΛƧ (astrafe) | ||||||||
| Liaison: | Not assigned | ||||||||
| History: | TBA
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Vðr'Ððx
| Vðr'Ððx | |||||||||
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| Princeps: | Єяἶη (erin.owo) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | Not Assigned | ||||||||
| Liaison: | Not Assigned | ||||||||
| History: | TBA | ||||||||
House of Patrova
| House of Patrova | |||||||||
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| Princeps: | ввуρнαт (ghoulyphat.gyatt) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | ʀᴏsᴇ ᴠ.ʙᴀʟʟᴀ ひ (blueeyegoddess) | ||||||||
| Liaison: | Not Assigned | ||||||||
| History: | TBA | ||||||||
Delgado Coven
| Delgado Coven | |||||||||
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| Princeps: | QЦΣΣП KIYӨ Chegg-Ɯu (shae.kiyori) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | Scott Chegg-Wu (graybourne92) | ||||||||
| Liaison: | Not Assigned | ||||||||
| History: | TBA | ||||||||
