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| − | | | + | |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. | ||
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| + | 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. | ||
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| + | 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. | ||
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| + | 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. | ||
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| + | 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. | ||
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| + | 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. | ||
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| + | 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. | ||
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| + | 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. | ||
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| + | 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. | ||
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| + | 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. | ||
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| + | 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. | ||
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Revision as of 03:10, 12 March 2025
| Clan: Empire of Shadows, Wu Dynasty 殭屍 (renegade) | |||||||||
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| Sovereign: | Mϊŋɠ Xϊąσ Ƈℓεɱεŋŧϊŋε 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: | Arch Cabalist (AC) | ||||||||
- History:
Once upon a time...One night "he" was called to battle whilst crossing a very dangerous waterway in the shadowlands, well known to be plagued by a very rare bloodline of vampires who used blood magic, deadly spells to afflict damage on their enemies. Not much was known about these vampires. Their physical combat skills though were weak, definitely lacking. They lived mostly in the shadows. There were not many of them. They were more of a myth as not many had ever lived to tell the tale of meeting one. Their faces were always covered by their black hoods. Only their pale bony hands could ever be seen beneath their hooded cloaks.
And so... you might ask who "he" is....? "He" was a great warrior, a hunter. He was a powerful vampire of another bloodline who had many kills beneath his belt, or well so rumor had it. At least we have the rumors to guide us in our tale!
And who was "she" you might also ask? Well, she was a cunning, intelligent, unique, bloodthirsty creature who could be ruthless when the situation warranted and well, let us not forget about deadly if the odds were in her favor. For the most part, she enjoyed living in the background of the shadows, only really stepping out with the rising of rare black moons. She crossed out of the shadows only when it was necessary. As the tale goes, she was a half breed mutation of a rare bloodline, Jiangshi. Again, rumors...they made her more mysterious, right?
On this night of the rising black moon eclipse, "he" began to cross the waterway through treacherous lands. There he thought he saw one of the black-hooded figures standing in the shadow, the reflection bouncing off of the moonlight, two black eyes staring back at him through the night. He grabbed his blade and leaped forward towards the cloaked figure when he heard her voice. Was much like the voice of a siren, calling his name, calling out to him to stop. He stopped dead in his tracks in front of the figure and there he could see her face. She was very pale with dark eyes and hair, absolutely stunning. She was an original looking creature indeed. Not much else could be seen beneath her hooded robe as she covered herself well. He stopped to listen to what she had to offer to him. She wanted his help, she needed him to join in an unholy, unprecedented union to create one of the largest armies of undead creatures to ever plague the lands.
He laughed at first. "Two different enemy bloodlines in union commanding an army! What nonsense," he thought to himself. She read his thoughts and whispered back to him in an unworldly hiss, "Yes, two enemy bloodlines doing the unheard of, the impossible, yet the possible!" She reached out to him her pale, cold, bony hand was quite visible with an odd-looking black coffin-shaped ring cutting into his skin drawing blood as she suddenly grabbed his warm, dark-skinned hand and flashes of the future violently struck him as he fell to the ground and saw himself as the commander of a most powerful renegade army. It was his future was his destiny, or was she playing tricks, using magic to conquer his mind to bend his will. Would he take the risk? Would he take the chance to unite with this hooded mysterious woman not fully knowing if her intentions were pure?
He stood up catching his breath from the visions she forced him to witness and stepped closer to her grabbing her throat and whispering back in his rugged husky voice, "Yes, yes I will make this army with you. Yes in the name of my kind I will rebirth all things that have been lost. Yes, I know not why you do this and specifically why you choose me to do it with, but my answer is yes and if you betray me or this is a trick I will slice your throat and stake your heart." He let go of her throat and they sat there in silence watching the last of the eclipse. She knew why she chose him. He also knew why he chose to accept her offer. Twas the birth of the "Hunter's Shadow" so to speak as they made a formal pact with their blood that night creating a new clan, Vᴇɴᴀᴛᴏʀ Uᴍʙʀᴀ, her empire, Eᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴏғ Wᴜ! "The End", or well, actually, I suppose it depends on which perspective you are looking at it from...
"Ming, ..Ming! Awaken!" The ancient diabolical woman grabbed her by her arm, piercing her fragile, pale skin with her long black claws holding her steady until she began to finally open her eyes. "Dare I say to you, DO NOT take that path! I have warned you before and I now warn you again! Remember these words that I have spoken many times to you throughout the ages, "Non ducor, duco" and awaken from this vision that I show you here yet again today. Heed this warning my child or there shall be a dire consequence! I have already shown you more than I should have" And with that, the ancient woman put back up her black hood and disappeared back into the night leaving Ming's arm bruised and bloody, a reminder that she had been there. Ming had seen this woman before, that she spoke the truth about. She just could not pinpoint where or when. This vision provided to her was powerful. It was all but a dream. Or was it..?
Ming fell to her knees by the river and sobbed. The river began to overflow from her endless tears, creeping up onto the banks forming puddles all around her as she closed her eyes, and waited... The woman's voice echoed throughout the lands, reaching finally to the core of her soul..."Choose your destiny!"...
She reached her pale bony hand into the puddle of tears and pushed the waters aside as a clear depiction of her chosen future developed quite vividly there before her. She read the words clear as she whispered the name of her empire to herself and to anyone else close enough to hear, "Empire of Shadows, Wu Dynasty." So shall it be.
She pulled her black hood up over her face until she was just about unrecognizable and started to walk down past the river. There was an eerie howling in the background, Hellhounds! She paused as one came out from the darkest shadow and stood at her feet, snarling. She grabbed it by it's collar and disappeared into the shadows...
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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 Ƈℓεɱεŋŧϊŋε 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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House Of Xiao
| House Of Xiao | |||||||||
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| Princeps: | Wu amano ( sidejapan ) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | Not Assigned | ||||||||
| Liaison: | Not Assigned | ||||||||
| History: | Born in 1578 in Kansai region, present-day Iga province, Amano is the son of Goh and Kinu, warrior servants of Hattori Hanzõ. Goh and Kinu were vampire ninjas who specialized in Hanzo's special assassinations for their ability to be invisible in their battles and missions. In 1583 the province of Iga is invaded by warriors of Oda Nobunaga, burning and killing all the members of the province, Goh and Kinu deliver their son Amano to Empress Sadame who fled towards Brazil with Portuguese navigators. Upon arriving in Brazil, Sadame takes refuge with little Amano, in the city of Rio de Janeiro. Being trained by Sadame, Amano awakens his parents' murderous instincts, which would later become a major problem for Sadame who loses all control over her thirst for human blood. Amano is cursed with the Seal of Pain, this seal causes unbearable pain to its bearer when some instinct of rage and fury is awakened. Amano flees from Sadame and begins his solitary journey through the mountains of the coast of Brazil, feeding only on animal flesh, and perfecting his techniques of murder, combat and hunting in the environment of forests and lakes. Upon arriving in a place known as Provincia de São Vincente (São Paulo) he takes refuge in a dark alley, dizzy with all the noise and movement of the city, being stoned and mistreated by humans. The seal of pain was still active, which prevented Amano from killing humans with the feeling of rage. On a gloomy night, a girl, with dark hair, white skin and a slim body covered by a dark cloak, walks towards him and asks. What are you doing here, in this dirty and filthy place? Amano moves away from this girl, she keeps getting closer...more and more....until she puts her hand on her forehead and says "I declare broken the seal that curses you for centuries".......In this exact moment. moment Amano's Seal of Pain is broken! And from this day, Amano declares his undying loyalty to this girl known as Mϊŋɠ Xϊąσ Ƈℓεɱεŋŧϊŋε. and adopts the name Wu Amano. | ||||||||
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: | ЯӨBΣЯƬ VΣGΛƧ (Astrafe) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | Queen Kiyo Kiyori-Chegg ( Shae kiyori) | ||||||||
| Liaison: | ЯΛYПΣ VΣGΛƧ (SinFulCalliope) | ||||||||
| History: | TBA
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