Heirs of Blood

Clan Heirs of Blood
	Sovereign:	Verðandi Church Franizzi (verdandii.mercury)
	Co-Sovereign:	Đℜ.ɱιƙє ɱλяƙαƝɖєУα (usmc0349)
	Former Sovereign:	ĄἷєjᾄηÐѓА ℜαѕѕir ϯ (alejandra.rassir)
	Ambassador:	Тєѕѕ ƇƑ ɱλяƙαƝɖєУα. (tesa.constantine)
	Proxy:	Ƙαℓℓ ƇƑ ɱλяƙαƝɖєУα λkυмα (kallee.vyper)
Political Faction:	Traditionalists (TRs)

History:

The Heirs of Blood Clan emerged from a harrowing past of persecution, where their lineage faced relentless targeting by hostile forces. Despite their resilience and valor, they were overwhelmed by the ceaseless vigilance and assaults of their enemies. Falsely accused of treachery and slandered, they suffered the loss of many offspring and endured the pain of uprooting and exile. In their anguish, they struck walls in silent fury, mourning the abandonment of their homes, titles, power, and even their surnames—stripped of all identity. Facing the brink of oblivion, they chose survival over surrender, vowing to nurture their bloodline until it regained strength for a resurgence. Sheltered by the Necropolis Clan, they found refuge in an impregnable fortress. A formidable horde of warrior vampires guarded their blood banks and sanctuaries, allowing the clan to reclaim a semblance of their unnatural existence.

They drew sustenance from their vital source, savoring each drop with relish, and over months, they awoke from their coffins, guided by the instinctual call of their blood. This primal bond swelled their numbers, enabling a fresh start with lessons drawn from past mistakes. Alejandra Rassir, their leader, rose from her coffin—guarded by loyal subjects—taking the hand of Necropolis for support. With a gaze lifted high, she drank her bloody tears, swallowing their history to seal the past without erasing the names of lost offspring or vanquished foes. She emerged from darkness one late October night, founding the Heirs of Blood Clan. Releasing her demons and rage alongside her kin, Alejandra forged a new narrative, blending discipline and harmony with the Bloodline Church Ponteveccio clans. The clan now understands that a single bearer of their blood and might is sufficient to perpetuate their legacy, ensuring this tale—their own—continues to unfold.

On a fateful May night, Alejandra was lost to this world, and Verdandi had to take over the mantle of leadership and purpose of the clan. Mayhem unraveled at the loss of the matriarch, but together with some old members and all the new ones, they keep the dream alive.

When the Church Ponteveccio Line tore in two, Verdandi, now the arch of the Church Franizzi Bloodline, kept the Heirs of Blood Clan at the head of the spear, awaiting whatever destiny my hold for them.

El Clan Herederos de Sangre emergió de un pasado desgarrador de persecución, donde su linaje se enfrentó a un ataque implacable por parte de fuerzas hostiles. A pesar de su resiliencia y valor, se vieron abrumados por la incesante vigilancia y los asaltos de sus enemigos. Falsamente acusados de traición y calumniados, sufrieron la pérdida de numerosos descendientes y soportaron el dolor del desarraigo y el exilio. En su angustia, se enfrentaron a los muros con furia silenciosa, lamentando el abandono de sus hogares, títulos, poder e incluso sus apellidos, despojados de toda identidad. Al borde del olvido, eligieron la supervivencia antes que la rendición, jurando nutrir su linaje hasta que recuperara la fuerza para resurgir.

Protegidos por el Clan Necrópolis, encontraron refugio en una fortaleza inexpugnable. Una formidable horda de vampiros guerreros custodiaba sus bancos de sangre y santuarios, lo que permitió al clan recuperar una semblanza de su existencia antinatural. Se alimentaron de su fuente vital, saboreando cada gota con deleite, y con el paso de los meses, despertaron de sus ataúdes, guiados por la llamada instintiva de su sangre. Este vínculo primordial incrementó su número, permitiendo un nuevo comienzo con las lecciones aprendidas de los errores del pasado. Alejandra Rassir, su líder, se levantó de su ataúd, custodiada por súbditos leales, tomando la mano de Necrópolis en busca de apoyo. Con la mirada en alto, bebió sus lágrimas sangrientas, engullendo su historia para sellar el pasado sin borrar los nombres de los descendientes perdidos ni los enemigos vencidos. Emergió de la oscuridad una noche de finales de octubre, fundando el Clan Heirs of Blood. Liberando sus demonios y su ira junto a sus parientes, Alejandra forjó una nueva narrativa, combinando disciplina y armonía con los clanes de Church Ponteveccio. El clan ahora comprende que un solo portador de su sangre y poder es suficiente para perpetuar su legado, asegurando que esta historia —la suya— continúe desarrollándose.

En una fatídica noche de mayo, Alejandra desapareció de este mundo, y Verdandi tuvo que asumir el liderazgo y el propósito del clan. El caos se desató con la pérdida de la matriarca, pero junto con algunos antiguos miembros y todos los nuevos, mantienen vivo el sueño.

Cuando la Línea Church Ponteveccio se dividió en dos, Verdandi, ahora el arco de la Línea de Sangre Church Franizzi, mantuvo al Clan Heirs of Blood a la cabeza de la lanza, esperando cualquier destino que se les depare.

The Great Houses of Clan Heirs of Blood

Hermandad de Sangre

Hermandad de Sangre
	Princeps:	Verðandi Church Franizzi (verdandii.mercury)
	Delegate:	ϯ Lola Cнurcн Franizzi ϯ (hayasel)
	Liaison:	Völva Ég er dóttir (yormungand)
	History:	We are the Hermandad de Sangre. It gives us strength and life. We do not forget the inheritance or the family that was left behind. Mystery and strength run through our veins. The path is uncertain but someone had to face the challenge and decide to change the story. The sacrifice is underway, we will not stop or look back. We are one, we are strong, we are united and brave, we are accursed with the disloyal, we take care of our family and we carry loftiness and pride in the name of it. We are here to stay. WE ARE THE HERMANDAD DE SANGRE and we will make history. Somos la Hermandad de Sangre. Ella nos da fuerza y vida. No olvidamos la herencia ni la familia que quedo atrás. Por nuestras venas corre el misterio y la fuerza. El camino es incierto pero alguien debía enfrentar el reto y decidir darle un cambio a la historia. El sacrificio esta en marcha, no nos detendremos ni miraremos atrás. Somos uno, somos fuertes, somos unidos y valientes, somos malditos con los desleales, cuidamos a nuestra familia y llevamos en alto y orgullo el nombre de la misma. Llegamos para quedarnos. SOMOS LA HERMANDAD DE SANGRE y haremos historia.

Yamaguchi

Yamaguchi
	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
	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

Dangerous Rythm
	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.

Heirs of Cat Blood

Heirs of Cat Blood
	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
	Princeps:	ώэαšэľ ÞỶřŭš їήġїš καίω ν. (evilsek)
	Delegate:	ღคɱע Kคઽ૦қυ lē๖໐໐tฯღ. (amygoldkass)
	Liaison:	Not Assigned
	History:	TBA

Domus Kensington

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

Markandeya

Markandeya
	Princeps:	Тєѕѕ ƇƑ ɱλяƙαƝɖєУα( tesa.constantine)
	Delegate:	ÐϾ ɱĄⱤҠĄƝÐĖΫĄ (ladydc.atheria)
	Liaison:	亗ƦƛƖƝ ɱλяƙαƝɖєУα-ƔƖƇƖƠƲƧ亗™ (rain723.munster)
	History:	It was a cold night in the city of Philadelphia in 1758. Mike was new to America having just settled and he was out looking for a place to drink. Walking down the street in an area where the oil lit street lights were scarce he heard the strangest gurgling noise coming from a darker alley. Curious to the noise he went to see what it was and there before him was a woman. The closer he got he could smell the iron and metallic scent of blood, but he could not turn away. He could feel his body calling to her and he did not know why. She had another person pressed into the wall of a building and her teeth sunk deep into their neck drinking the life from the victim. Her gaze moved to him, as their eyes met she had this feeling inside of her about him...She could feel his importance and his potential for greatness. It was as if they were meant to find one another, meant to be on a path of greatness, after all...she was alone...waiting for the day to sire a son. That cold night Mike was embraced into the dark. As a fledgling working his way up his sire saw that Mike had great potential from his willingness to help and his determination to learn. Any opportunity to grow and learn he took it and thrived. As time went on she saw his loyalty and the honor to the house and she gave him the position of House Liaison. As always with everything he does he flourished into his position. Mike went above and beyond his title from keeping the house in order when The huger titled would go out of town, to being the go to guy if anyone had any issues. With all that he does it was plain to see that he was in fact a true Natural leader. As with anything, families were growing, houses were changing and a merger was upon two houses. Mike’s sire saw this as a great endeavor and began the process. With this amazing opportunity and all the accomplishments and growth she has seen Mike achieve, it was time for him to have the opportunity to form his own house.With that….the House of Markandeya was formed. Conquerors of Death. Formed by Mike on March 4th 2021. The House of Markandeya and its members have firm belief in family and knowledge. Striving to become the Empire they are destined to become. The House members under the direct training of Mike will become efficient in their titles and duties and become skilled in their fighting. Growing everyday it was decided to leave their clan where it all started to look to the future to venture out and become stronger and better and with that…The House of Markandeya set their roots in their new clan. A clan that welcomed them with open arms with people who strive for greatness. The house of Markandeya proudly pledged their loyalty to the Franizzi's

House of Akuma

House of Akuma
	Princeps:	Ƙαℓℓ ɱλяƙαƝɖєУα λkυмα (kallee.vyper)
	Delegate:	Tavi Markandeya Akuma (tavistorm)
	Liaison:	Ðr. Áʆëхɨs ƇƑ Ŀå Mørtë λkυмα (mion)
	History:	It was 1758 in Philadelphia, the night air was crisp and clean smelling. Fog was rolling in, covering the grass and everything else spreading on the ground. I was out taking a walk, calming my mind, not paying attention to my surroundings. When all of a sudden, I stumbled up on a well dressed man in a dark trench coat. At first glance, it looked like he was kissing the woman on the neck, but as I approached and got closer, I could smell the blood and without hesitation and thinking, I ran over and tried to break the hold on this poor woman who was whimpering. She had no fight left in her, just a voice to show her pain. I grabbed his arm and yanked him firmly away from her, as her limp body just dropped to the ground. I assumed she was dead, as there was no sound or anything coming from the woman. Things happened so fast. One moment I am staring at the limp body of the woman, with a quick glance at the man I shoved aside, when all of a sudden, I was grabbed by him and shoved against a wall then he sank his teeth into my neck. Adrenaline pumping, heart beating super fast, realizing what was happening to me. At that moment, I realized I was not scared, yet I was pleased to have my life ended, Instead of pushing him away, I pulled him closer and whispered for him to end my pain. I felt the life draining from my body, but he quickly pulled away and locked eyes with me. He must have thought he killed me, but my words made him look at me, as I had interrupted his feeding. He then tossed me aside as I fell to the ground. I laid there, motionless for what seemed an eternity. Eventually I got up, and wearily stood on my feet. I was cold but didn't need nor want a coat to cover with. I had a pain in my gut, one that was unfamiliar to me. I started to stumble away, when all of a sudden, the urge to vomit hit me and I quickly found an alleyway, and vomited up blood. I was scared at that moment in time, not able to comprehend what happened to me. I raised my hand and felt my neck, 2 wounds were there but felt like they were healing. Scared I had no one to turn to about this, so I wandered off on my own. I slowly noticed myself changing .. my hearing was getting more clearer and able to hear things from a farther distance. My eye, the vision changed and what was almost impossible to see at night in dark alleys, I could now see clearly. Like a cat in the night. My sense of smell changed too. Before, I would crave the scent of cooking food, now it disgusted me and I was not quiet sure why till I happened up on a human. They had a wound on their arm, I could smell the metallic in their blood and I craved that. I slowly approached the gentleman before fully realizing what I must do. I grabbed him, not realizing how strong I was now, and sunk my teeth into his neck and drank from him like it was God's blood himself. It warmed my body and when I was done, I realized my skin felt warm to the touch. I needed to leave and be somewhere else. That man had done this to me, yet I think he thought I was dead.

Sanguine de Lemongrass

Sanguine de Lemongrass
	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.

Lune De la Mort

Lune De la Mort
	Princeps:	๖̶̶̶ۣۣۜۜ͜Ζ͜͡Ϯ ᴀɴᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɴɪꜰᴇꜱᴛ (antonela.lysette)
	Delegate:	Not Assigned
	Liaison:	Not Assigned
	History:	En una noche oscura y misteriosa, Lady Antonella encontrandose intrigada por lo desconocido, decidio explorar un antiguo castillo que había estado abandonado durante siglos. Al entrar, el aire estaba impregnado de un aroma a humedad y misterio. Las paredes estaban cubiertas de telarañas, y el eco de sus pasos resonaba en los pasillos vacíos que parecian infinitos. De pronto seencontro frente a una biblioteca polvorienta. En el centro, había un libro antiguo que parecía brillar con una luz tenue. Al abrirlo, las páginas estaban llenas de relatos sobre vampiros y su mundo. Fascinada, empezo a leer en voz alta un antiguo hechizo que prometía la inmortalidad. A lo lejos de esos pasillos interminables una sombra se deslizó hasta llegar a la habitación donde ella se encontraba. Una mujer de rostro palido que emitia un frio que entraba hasta los huesos el temible ser llamada vampiro, de porte elegante. Al parecer había estado observándole. Con una sonrisa enigmática, llego al pie de donde se encontraba Antonella y pronuncio : te explico, agrego con dulce voz , el hechizo que has leído es real, pero su transformación requiere un sacrificio: debes aceptar la oscuridad y renunciar a tu vida anterior. Después de una intensa conversación, donde discutieron sobre la vida eterna, los poderes y las responsabilidades que conlleva ser un vampiro, decidio dar el gran paso. Con un toque de su mano, sintio como una energía recorria su cuerpo. La transformación comenzó, y con ella, una nueva vida llena de aventuras y misterios. Ahora, como vampira, me encuentro en un mundo donde la noche es mi aliada y la luna mi guía. De a poco aprendo a controlar mis nuevos poderes y a navegar por la delgada línea entre la luz y la oscuridad. Aunque la vida eterna tiene sus desafíos, cada noche es una nueva oportunidad para descubrir lo que significa realmente ser parte de este mundo.

The Nemesis Order

The Nemesis Order
	Princeps:	Obanai iguro (EKND)
	Delegate:	Divana Drabek(divanavonmiller)
	Liaison:	Kanroji Mitsuri (etiphany)
	History:	Capítulo I: Inmortalidad. El viento soplaba a su favor haciendo que su cabello color escarlata se entrelazara. Ella… una mujer joven delgada diminuta, corría con la presura que da la vitalidad de la juventud. La brisa generada por un risco a escasos metros, hacia que sus pies desnudos se hundiesen en aquel camino accidentado firmado por piedras a su paso. Entre los sonidos ambientados por el mar embravecido chocando en las paredes del risco, se escuchó el caminar de otros pasos, que no eran los suyos. De pronto sintió como su cuello ardía, como un rayo que entraba y atravesaba hasta recorrer sus venas. Entre la conciencia que aun guardaba, vio la imagen nublada de un rostro parecido a un ángel, pero con fauces del mismo lucifer que se posaba sobre ella inmovilizándola completamente haciendo que su cuello tirara hacia el piso comuna fuerza descomunal. Fue entonces que Lady Divana perdió su humanidad, adoptando desde ese día el mundo de la oscuridad de forma inmediata, una nueva existencia otorgada por quien sería más tarde no solo su madre sino su mentora y guía Lady Roberta. Siendo ella una extensión misma de su sire, su madre, su origen, el inicio, la dadora de una nueva vida inmortal. Al ser una prolongación de la gracia de su creador, su humanidad es nula. Su sed de conocimiento es casi tan feroz como lo es su sed por el manjar de los seres de la oscuridad, la preciada sangre. Al pasar del tiempo los rasgos de su sire se acentuaban cada vez más, así mismo trasmutaba algunos otros. Capítulo II: Sus orígenes como mortal. Lady Divana en sus años de vida mortal había nacido en un ambiente reducido a escombros de una religión totalmente corrupta. Su padre estaba bajo las órdenes del tribunal religioso encargado de eliminar las herejías religiosas que comenzaron a aparecer en la Europa de principios del siglo XII. Como líder y estratega militar organizo el ejército más grande de la historia que fue enviado a una de las primeras cruzadas para combatir a los cataros. Sin embargo, sus últimos días estaban por venir en la ruta de los cataros, al conocer a quien sería la madre de Divana. Una mujer que reposaba a las orillas del rio. Mujer que con tan solo una mirada atravesó su alma. Poco se sabe de esta mujer. Llegado el día envolvió en una manta sucia dentro de una canastilla a Divana de escasos días de vida, al pie de unas mazmorras continuas a un convento de monjas ancianas a cargo de un cardenal. Divana creció y adopto la fe en la cruz, conoció desde las entrañas dicha religión. Capítulo III: Origen The Nemesis Order. En su vida inmortal y por la gracia de la herencia de su sire, surgió la idea de forjar seres más afines a su propia naturaleza. Ella como otros tantos vástagos que deciden tomar su propio camino y con ello dándole un giro a su propio destino. Se traslado a las cercanías de los pirineos cataros, al mismo risco donde su humanidad fue arrebatada. Fue ahí donde nació The Némesis Order una mansión de estilo victoriano decorada con detalles modernos. The Némesis Order guarda un gran misticismo como sus antecesores lo celestial y religioso. Sus miembros se creen fielmente con derecho sobre todas las cosas en el cielo, la tierra y el mismo infierno por lo que en muchas ocasiones se les llama “INQUISIDORES”. Los miembros de esta orden son totalmente infames e incluso en la época moderna tienen una gran influencia en todos los grupos no solo económico lo cual le sugiera una perfecta integración al mundo global actual. La influencia que mayormente preocupa a otros grupos, es su nivel de religiosidad y la fuerza con la que se mueven en cualquier tipo de escenario con cultos religiosos manipulando grandes masas. Son diestros a la hora de hablar de espiritualidad, por dicha razón ocupan puestos importantes dentro de los ministerios religiosos a nivel mundial. Su logística es perfecta, son un linaje que impone el yugo perfecto a quien se lo merezca no tienen la menor piedad sobre sus enemigos. A menudo profesan la confesión, pero sin redención. La Justicia, Lealtad y reciprocidad son palabras claves para esta Orden. “Si no eres fiel devoto a su orden ellos no tendrán piedad de tu alma”. Capítulo IV: La muerte de Roberta. Pasaron siglos sin ver a quien antes fue su sire. Lady Divana se enteró que su sire estaba formando Vampiros con los instintos más ruines y bajos. Tenía las pruebas irrefutables que cometían “DIABLERIE”. Acto atroz de alimentarse de un vampiro, consumiendo no solo su sangre, sino también el alma misma. Las inclinaciones religiosas de Lady Divana le hacían ver este tipo de acto como el más infame y vil. Este tipo de prácticas mágicas está prohibido entre los de su clase. Llegado el momento Lady Divana se dispuso tomar camino hacia las tierras del vampiro más ruin e impío Lady Roberta. En un castillo oscuro y abandonado, donde Roberta, el vampiro anciano y poderoso, yace en un trono de piedra, rodeado de sombras. Su vástago, Lady Divana, se acerca a él con una mezcla de odio y determinación en sus ojos. “Has sido mi sire, mi madre, mi guía", dice Lady Divana con voz temblorosa. "Pero has sido también mi prisión, mi jaula, mi condena. Me has enseñado a ser fuerte, a sobrevivir, pero también me has mostrado la decadencia y la corrupción que se esconde en el corazón de los inmortales". Roberta se ríe, un sonido seco y cruel que hace que Lady Divana se estremezca. "Eres débil", dice Roberta con desprecio. "No tienes la fuerza para sobrevivir en este mundo. Eres una abominación, un error de la naturaleza". Lady Divana se acerca más a Roberta sigilosamente, su corazón latiendo con furia y determinación. "No soy débil", dice con voz firme. "Soy fuerte, soy capaz de sobrevivir y de matar. Y voy a matarte a ti, Roberta, porque eres un ser corrupto y en decadencia que solo busca destruir a aquellos que te rodean”. Con un movimiento rápido y preciso, Lady Divana saca una estaca de madera de sus ropas y la clava en lo más profundo del corazón de Roberta. El vampiro anciano grita de dolor y sorpresa, y su cuerpo comienza a desintegrarse en polvo y cenizas. "Muere, Roberta", dice Lady Divana con voz fría y calculadora que hace estremecer las ruinas de aquel castillo en ruinas. "Muere, y que tu muerte sea el comienzo de mi libertad”. Y con eso, Roberta desaparece en una nube de polvo y cenizas, dejando a Lady Divana sola en el castillo abandonado, libre por fin de la influencia corruptora de su sire. Capítulo V: Ascensión de Lord Obanai Iguro. Lady Divana, se encontraba en la cima de su poder y autoridad en la Casa de Nemesis. Sin embargo, después de siglos de reinado, comenzó a sentir el peso de la soledad y la responsabilidad que conllevaba ser la líder de su estirpe. La carga de mantener la estabilidad y la seguridad de su casa, así como la necesidad de proteger a sus hijos y súbditos de las amenazas externas, se había vuelto cada vez más abrumadora. Un buen día, Lady Divana tomó la decisión de exiliarse, dejando atrás la vida de lujo y poder que había conocido durante tanto tiempo. Abandonó aquella casa de estilo victoriano y se adentró en la noche, sin saber qué le deparaba el futuro. Dejó a cargo a Lord Obanai Iguro, el más fuerte y capaz de sus hijos, quien había demostrado ser un líder nato y un guerrero formidable. Lord Obanai Iguro era conocido por su inteligencia y su astucia, así como por su fuerza y su habilidad en combate. Lady Divana confiaba en él plenamente y sabía que sería capaz de proteger y guiar a la Casade Nemesis en su ausencia. Con un último gesto de autoridad, Lady Divana nombró a Lord Obanai Iguro como su sucesor y le otorgó el poder de tomar decisiones en nombre de la Casa. "Protege a nuestros hermanos, hijos y a nuestros súbditos", le dijo Lady Divana a Lord Obanai Iguro antes de partir. "Mantén la Casa fuerte y segura, y no permitas que nadie la amenace". Lord Obanai Iguro se inclinó ante Lady Divana y juró cumplir con su voluntad. "Así lo haré, mi señora", dijo con voz firme y decidida. "La Casa estará segura bajo mi liderazgo". Y con eso, Lady Divana desapareció en la noche, dejando a Lord Obanai Iguro al mando de la Casa. El destino de Lady Divana era incierto, pero una cosa era segura: la Casa The Nemesis Order estaría en buenas manos con Lord Obanai Iguro al frente. ¡LARGA VIDA A NUESTRO PRINCEPS LORD OBANAI IGURO!

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