Draconis Sati Vix (TRs)

Flos di Draconis Sanguinis
	Sovereign:	Λεℓγи Ðï'Īgиąƈïo Ƭεąℓƈïи (aurystraea.rasmuson)
	Sovereign:	Skadi Lυх Ði'Ignacio Sυzυяαη (knight0rider)
	Ambassador:	Jσԋɳ Aɳɠҽʅυʂ Mσɳƚҽɳҽɠɾσ (jhon35xx)
	Proxy:	Ϯ BŔĄŶ Ðï'Īgиąƈïo ΜƈGŔЄGÖŔ Ϯ (lynx.mcgregor)
	Political Faction:	Traditionalists (TRs)

History:

"In the quiet recesses of time, where history fades into myth, there exists the Flos Di Draconis Sanguinis—the Flower of the Dragon’s Blood. Regal and enigmatic, the clan weaves its influence like an intricate tapestry, delicate yet unbreakable. Their legacy is rooted in an ancient pact with a vampiric dragon, a being of immeasurable power and grace, whose essence still pulses through their veins.

The Flos Di Draconis Sanguinis is more than a family—it is a lineage bound by purpose and strength, its members as breathtaking as they are formidable. They are said to move with the elegance of a flower in bloom, but their beauty belies an unyielding ferocity, like thorns hidden beneath petals. With each generation, the blood grows richer, imbued with the whispers of their draconic progenitor, and their influence spreads silently, like roots beneath the soil.

To encounter the clan is to sense an undeniable presence—a pull both alluring and unsettling, as if the very air bends in their favor. They are the unseen architects of power, the guardians of an ancient promise, and the keepers of secrets that could unravel even the mightiest of empires. And though their full purpose remains cloaked in shadow, one thing is certain: the Flower of the Dragon’s Blood thrives eternal, its roots entwined with the fate of all who cross its path."

Greater Houses of Minasien Vlos

Minasien Vlos

Minasien Vlo
	Princeps:	Λεℓγи Ðï'Īgиąƈïo Śγℓʋąиγŗ (aurystraea.rasmuson)
	Delegate:	..::ℳoℜℛℹgαη::.. (kestner.guisse)
	Liaison:	NA
	History:	The Crimson Veil of Eternal Night In the labyrinthine depths of the Underdark, where darkness reigns supreme and every whisper is steeped in treachery, one name slices through the eternal night like a blade: Minasien Vlos. This is no ordinary house of Drow; it is a legacy reborn in cursed blood—a vampire lineage that embodies both the artistry of the drow and the insatiable hunger of the undead. Forged in ancient caverns beneath obsidian spires, the progenitors of Minasien Vlos embraced a duality as bitter as it is potent: the delicate elegance of drow society and the ruthless, immortal thirst for life’s crimson elixir. Their transformation into vampire lords was not a mere curse but a dark ascension—one that elevated them to a realm of shadow and blood where mortality itself is but a fleeting dream. Within the secretive halls of their domain, the Ebon Sanctum, eerie crimson light spills over carved stone and reflective onyx. Here, rituals of old blend the mysticism of drow sorcery with the macabre rites of vampirism, creating an atmosphere thick with both dread and dark allure. Each chamber tells a tale of conquest, betrayal, and a ceaseless quest for power, their echoes whispered like lullabies to the eternal night. Minasien Vlos commands its dominion with a grace as lethal as a predator’s pounce. Their agents—both courtier and warrior—move through the shadowed corridors with preternatural poise, their every glance a promise of exquisite danger. They do not merely walk in the night; they rule it, their influence stretching like tendrils through the realms of both the living and the damned. In a world where power is both currency and weapon, the legacy of Minasien Vlos is an ever-present specter—a reminder that true mastery lies in embracing the darkness without losing one’s essence. Their name is etched in blood and shadow, a symbol of an unyielding dynasty that has transformed the curse of vampirism into an art form, and the night into their eternal canvas.

McGregor

McGregor
	Princeps:	Ϯ BŔĄŶ Ðï'Īgиąƈïo ΜƈGŔЄGÖŔ Ϯ (lynx.mcgregor)
	Delegate:	Ϯ FŔЄŶĄ Ðï'Īgиąƈïo ΜƈGŔЄGÖŔ Ϯ (aries.bigboots)
	Liaison:	NA
	History:	The Ghosts of Culloden They burned the fields, but the roots ran too deep. They outlawed the tongue, but the wind still carries the words. They broke the clans, scattered the names, buried the past beneath stone and decree. But the past does not stay buried. The land remembers. The blood remembers. Culloden was meant to be the end. A clean slate, a final silence. They did not expect the dead to whisper back. The moors are quiet now, but listen closely. Stand where they fell. Feel the cold bite of the wind, the weight of the mist pressing in. The Highland ghosts do not rest easy. There are stories—of figures glimpsed at the edges of the fog, watching. Of laughter in the ruins, where no one stands. Of hands unseen guiding the lost away from danger, of red shadows slipping through the streets of London, leaving no footprints behind. Some say it is the curse of Culloden, a vengeance woven into the land itself. Some say it is something older, something waiting. Some know better. The past does not sleep. And neither do they. "Fuil nan Gàidheal." (Blood of the Gaels.)

Suzuran

Suzuran
	Princeps:	Skadi Lυх Ði'Ignacio Sυzυяαη (knight0rider)
	Delegate:	кαι σиуאָ ѕυzυяαи (eisleyblackwood)
	Liaison:	blake suzuran (blakethehybrid)
	History:	Long ago in the small city of Toarushi a plague swept through the area. Doctors struggled to figure out a cure for the new disease as it wiped out millions. As they tested cure after cure the plague seemed to mutate and rebuild the DNA of the ones able to survive. Those who survived started getting a craving for blood, their speed grew, their strength magnified and their teeth grew sharper. Scared and confused the doctors weren’t sure how to handle the latest mutation and gave up hope for a cure. Slowly person after person was either killed by another person for food or changed to be like them. The doctors deemed it Vampirism and clans and houses started forming to keep order together with the latest species to embrace the Earth. House Suzuran was formed has a safe haven for those outcasted from their homes, feeling alone or scared of what they have become. As a small beacon of hope Suzuran became a place where you can learn about who you are now and embrace your new life and others like yourself and find comfort in knowing you’re not alone

Legado de Sangre

Legado de Sangre
	Princeps:	Jσԋɳ Aɳɠҽʅυʂ Mσɳƚҽɳҽɠɾσ (jhon35xx)
	Delegate:	FαႦιυʂ Mσɳƚҽɳҽɠɾσ (fabio.descenna)
	Liaison:	PαႦʅσ Nσƚƙҽɾ Mσɳƚҽɳҽɠɾσ (paolo.teromaximus)
	History:	Desde las noches más antiguas, cuando Caín alzó su mano contra su hermano y la sangre se convirtió en destino, han existido aquellos que comprenden el poder que yace en cada gota derramada. Legado de Sangre no es solo un nombre, es una sentencia, un pacto con la inmortalidad. La sangre no es solo sustento, sino herencia, fuerza y condena. Los que caminan bajo este estandarte no son simples vampiros de la noche. Son herederos de un vínculo que trasciende el tiempo, tejedores de destinos, guardianes de una verdad olvidada: la sangre guía, transforma y reclama. En cada uno de sus miembros late un misterio ancestral, un secreto escrito en su linaje. No es solo sangre lo que fluye en las venas de Legado de Sangre. Es un eco primigenio, una fuerza latente en la oscuridad, un vínculo sellado con la primera maldición. Su sangre no se enfría ni se extingue; arde en un fulgor secreto, una corriente de poder que moldea y transforma. Quienes la poseen no son meros herederos de la inmortalidad, sino conductos de una esencia profunda, un juramento impreso en su ser. Su pulso no es solo hambre, sino un murmullo incesante que los llama a algo mayor. No se apaga, no se traiciona. Nuestra Sangre es memoria, destino y unión, un lazo forjado en la oscuridad de nuestro legado. La casa no busca gloria ni reconocimiento. Es una fuerza en la penumbra, tejida con paciencia y ambición, un legado que no necesita proclamarse, pues su sola presencia moldea la noche. En la cripta olvidada, hace siglos, los antiguos pronunciaron el juramento: "Seremos más que sombras; seremos el eco de la eternidad. Nuestra sangre nos llama, nos une y nos guía. No somos esclavos del hambre, somos arquitectos del destino. Somos Legado de Sangre." El nombre de nuestra casa resuena entre los inmortales. Su historia no se cuenta, se siente en cada latido, en cada pacto susurrado bajo la luna. Porque la sangre siempre vuelve a su origen… y el Legado es eterno.