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| + | Sanguis Novus was not built in a throne room. It was not forged in war, sworn into existence by a circle of elders, or | ||
| + | born from the ashes of a fallen house. It began, as most things worth remembering do, at a table. | ||
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| + | Before the clan existed in name, before the bloodline, before the pledge — there was a diner. | ||
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| + | Neo Rookstown was mortal once. Barely remarkable by mortal standards: a charming nobody with an uncanny sense of | ||
| + | hospitality and an inexplicable belief that pancakes were an acceptable meal at any hour. He ran a small, wildly | ||
| + | unsuccessful late-night establishment that catered to night owls, drunks, and anyone the rest of the city had already | ||
| + | forgotten. The place stayed open too late, served portions too large, and had earned a quiet reputation for being | ||
| + | oddly comforting — and possibly cursed. | ||
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| + | That reputation turned out to be accurate. | ||
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| + | One slow night, a coven of Kindred walked in off the dark. They ordered stacks. Neo didn't ask questions. He never | ||
| + | did. When one of them remarked that the syrup looked almost arterial, Neo laughed and topped it off. | ||
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| + | That was the mistake — or the beginning, depending on how you look at it. | ||
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| + | Impressed by his hospitality, his audacity, and his complete lack of survival instinct, the coven decided then and | ||
| + | there to grant him immortality. There was no solemn ritual. No brooding speech. Just a bite, a toast, and the parting | ||
| + | words: | ||
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| + | "You'd do well in the night, kid." | ||
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| + | Neo Rookstown awoke dead, hungry, and with an inexplicable craving for pancakes he could no longer digest. | ||
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'''The Grater Houses of Sanguis Novus''' | '''The Grater Houses of Sanguis Novus''' | ||
Revision as of 16:49, 14 March 2026
| Sanguis Novus | |||||||||
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| Sovereign: | Ňєø Ɍøøƙşţøωŋ (neo.rookstown) | ||||||||
| Co-Sovereign: | Đαℓℓαѕ Aяcһяιɠһτ (dallas.arkright) | ||||||||
| Ambassador: | ღSυƈƈυႦυʂ Cʅσƈƙɯσɾƙ V̷ҽɳԃҽƚƚα (prismwolf) | ||||||||
| Proxy: | MrsTriss Artemisia (Mistress Enchantment) | ||||||||
| Political Faction: | Renegade Advocacy Faction (RAFs) | ||||||||
| Patron Diabolic: | Katerina (Katerina Kirax) | ||||||||
History:
Sanguis Novus was not built in a throne room. It was not forged in war, sworn into existence by a circle of elders, or born from the ashes of a fallen house. It began, as most things worth remembering do, at a table.
Before the clan existed in name, before the bloodline, before the pledge — there was a diner.
Neo Rookstown was mortal once. Barely remarkable by mortal standards: a charming nobody with an uncanny sense of hospitality and an inexplicable belief that pancakes were an acceptable meal at any hour. He ran a small, wildly unsuccessful late-night establishment that catered to night owls, drunks, and anyone the rest of the city had already forgotten. The place stayed open too late, served portions too large, and had earned a quiet reputation for being oddly comforting — and possibly cursed.
That reputation turned out to be accurate.
One slow night, a coven of Kindred walked in off the dark. They ordered stacks. Neo didn't ask questions. He never did. When one of them remarked that the syrup looked almost arterial, Neo laughed and topped it off.
That was the mistake — or the beginning, depending on how you look at it.
Impressed by his hospitality, his audacity, and his complete lack of survival instinct, the coven decided then and there to grant him immortality. There was no solemn ritual. No brooding speech. Just a bite, a toast, and the parting words:
"You'd do well in the night, kid."
Neo Rookstown awoke dead, hungry, and with an inexplicable craving for pancakes he could no longer digest.
The Grater Houses of Sanguis Novus
International House of Pancakes
| International House of Pancakes | |||||||||
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| Princeps: | Ňєø Ɍøøƙşţøωŋ (neo.rookstown) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | MrsTriss Artemisia (Mistress Enchantment) | ||||||||
| Liaison: | ღ Rεbεʟ ღ (SillySahra) | ||||||||
| History: | TBA | ||||||||
Sanguis Primaris
| Sanguis Primaris | |||||||||
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| Princeps: | Đαℓℓαѕ Aяcһяιɠһτ (dallas.arkright) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | Pɪᴛᴀ Rothchild (pitapayne) | ||||||||
| Liaison: | Γєmi - ΓέigηHaΓϮ - (remiredd) | ||||||||
| History: | TBA | ||||||||
C̷l̷⚙̷c̷k̷w̷⚙̷r̷k̷ V̷e̷n̷d̷e̷t̷t̷a
| C̷l̷⚙̷c̷k̷w̷⚙̷r̷k̷ V̷e̷n̷d̷e̷t̷t̷a | |||||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Princeps: | ღSυƈƈυႦυʂ Cʅσƈƙɯσɾƙ V̷ҽɳԃҽƚƚα (prismwolf) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | Not Assigned | ||||||||
| Liaison: | Not Assigned | ||||||||
| History: | TBA | ||||||||
