Ϯ ƝOƇƬURƝUS ƇRƐAƬURAƐ Ϯ (RAFs)

Ϯ ƝOƇƬURƝUS ƇRƐAƬURAƐ Ϯ (RAFs)
	Sovereign:	Ϯ ÐJ ÐUSŦ Lêïvå Ðℕ Ϯ (mrleiva)
	Co-Sovereign:	Not Assigned
	Ambassador:	Not Assigned
	Proxy:	Ƙąţ ȘiηčlǟɨR Łąmęňţąřį (katjavoncranberry)
	Political Faction:	Arch Cabalist (AC)

History: TBA

Greater Houses of Ϯ ƝOƇƬURƝUS ƇRƐAƬURAƐ Ϯ

NoCtUrNuS CriaTuRaE

NoCtUrNuS CriaTuRaE
	Princeps:	Ϯ ÐJ ÐUSŦ Lêïvå Ðℕ Ϯ (mrleiva)
	Delegate:	Not Assigned
	Liaison:	Not Assigned
	History:	This vampire house begins when Mr. Leiva (dj dust), a musician, dj and eccentric graphic designer is turned into a vampire and invokes a ritual and asks the help of Cain (source of all vampires) to get rid of the jealous control exercised a creature of unknown origin. Since Dust was turned into a nocturnal creature this strange presence has become a threat to the beings close to him and it is when Cain listens to his request. So Cain, intrigued to know a little more about this man, asks Dust to tell the story of his life. He recounts his childhood in a very peculiar family and describes his mortal days as a fanatic of art, music, the obscurity in which he grew up and now resides. He also tells that since childhood, he has had the ability to see spirits, and talk with them, that the first relationship he had with human beings, was with a ghost and how he met the Order of the toreadors , from whom he learned to Use seduction as one of your most lethal weapons to find your victims and how you became a vampire. He also explains to Cain that since he was a child, a spirit accompanies him and guides him. This has been his partner in many situations. But, since dust became a blood seeker, this strange presence has also acquired the ability and desire to drink blood so every time dust is fed, presence takes over and sucks the blood that has ingested and for that reason the payment that he wants to make is that he continues to convert and train new vampires and since dust has a hectic and adventurous nightlife, he has taken him to travel the world and know different cultures, countries, languages and possible followers. So for all that mix he decided to call his vampiric house

Ϯ ƘIƝƓƊOM OƑ ƲALAQUIA Ϯ

Ϯ ƘIƝƓƊOM OƑ ƲALAQUIA Ϯ
	Princeps:	Ɲυяcα Ɗι Mσявιυѕ (nurca.eiren)
	Delegate:	Not Assigned
	Liaison:	Not Assigned
	History:	TBA

Ϯ ƘIƝƓƊOM OƑ OLƑƐƝIA Ϯ

Ϯ ƘIƝƓƊOM OƑ OLƑƐƝIA Ϯ
	Princeps:	ƧƛMƛƝƬӇƛ ƊƖ MƠƦƁƖƲƧ (sam77.chieng)
	Delegate:	Not Assigned
	Liaison:	Not Assigned
	History:	TBA

Bloody Fangs of Lust

Bloody Fangs of Lust
	Princeps:	亗ϯ ĎĴ PĹĂŜŤĨҚ ȘiηčlǟɨR ϯ亗 (mrlustcorbin)
	Delegate:	Not Assigned
	Liaison:	Not Assigned
	History:	Se dice que en el siglo XII, un noble paranoico y celoso vivía en el ala sur del castillo de Corbin. Convencido de que su esposa lo estaba engañando, aunque sin evidencia objetiva para justificar sus sospechas, Una noche, decidió salir por la ventana de la gran sala matrimonial y arrastrarse por los peligrosos puntos de venta de la torre con la intención de sorprender a su esposa en medio de una reunión ilícita. La verdad es que nuestro noble resbaló y cayó de la torre, con el serio inconveniente de no morir de inmediato. Pasó varias horas tendido en el pasto con el cuerpo roto, destrozado, incapaz de emitir el más mínimo grito de ayuda. En una atroz agonía, esperó el amanecer y gritó a la oscuridad de la noche. Finalmente llegó la ayuda, aunque demasiado tarde. Era una mujer hermosa que apareció de la nada y le preguntó si quería vivir para siempre, el noble señor lust y medio muerto afirmo con su cabeza, fue en ese momento cuando esta hermosa mujer se despojó de su ropa, y se acuesta encima del noble lust, es cuando ella procede a morderle el cuello quitandole tola la sangre de su palido cuerpo, luego del última gota de sangre que le subciono esta sensual mujer, se cortó el costado de uno de sus pechos y le pidió a el que bebiera la sangre que caia por su palido seno. el al sentir el placer y la lujuria de ese acto erótico y, a su vez, morbido, comenzó a tener relaciones sexuales de la manera más salvaje y viceral después de terminar su relación sexual, le juró lealtad a su dama pálida llena de oscuridad. ella solo le pidió que fuera el líder de su legión de vampiros, y que su sello sería el siguiente, primero les darían placer y luego las morderia. para darte vida eterna Sr. Lust, acentúa la cabeza y dice que te veneraré y en honor a este extraño pero emocionante acto en el que me diste la vida eterna. Llamaré a mi casa "los sangrientos colmillos de la lujuria" Tras varios días de desconcierto, en el que aparecieron doncellas desnudas y todas las víctimas, además de los síntomas habituales, mostraron una curiosa marca en el cuello. ENGLISH It is said that in the 12th century, a paranoid and jealous nobleman lived in the south wing of the castle of Corbin. Convinced that his wife was cheating him, although without objective evidence to justify his suspicions, One night, he decided to leave through the window of the great matrimonial room and crawl through the dangerous outlets of the tower with the intention of surprising his wife in the middle of an illicit meeting. The truth is that our noble slipped and fell from the tower, with the serious inconvenience of not dying immediately. He spent several hours lying on the grass with his body broken, shattered, unable to utter the slightest cry of help. In an atrocious agony, he waited for the dawn and shouted into the darkness of the night. Finally the help arrived, although too late. She was a beautiful woman who appeared out of nowhere and asked him if he wanted to live forever, the noble lust and half dead man affirmed with his head, it was at that moment when this beautiful woman shed her clothes, and lay down on the noble lust, it is when she proceeds to bite his neck by removing the blood from his pale body, after the last drop of blood that this sensual woman raised, cut the side of one of her breasts and asked him to drink the blood that fell through his pale bosom. When he felt the pleasure and lust of that erotic act and, in turn, morbidly, began to have sexual relations in the most savage and viceral way after ending their sexual relationship, he swore allegiance to his pale lady full of darkness. she only asked him to be the leader of his legion of vampires, and that his seal would be the next, first they would give them pleasure and then bite them. to give you eternal life Mr. Lust, emphasize your head and say that I will venerate you and honor this strange but exciting act in which you gave me eternal life. I will call my house "bloody fangs of lust" After several days of bewilderment, in which naked maidens appeared and all the victims, in addition to the usual symptoms, showed a curious mark on the neck.

Bloody Desire

Bloody Desire
	Princeps:	ϟ ḶḀṙḲy ϟ (lark78)
	Delegate:	Not Assigned
	Liaison:	Not Assigned
	History:	La leyenda dice que en una apartada ciudad de Londres, en 1900, vivía una exitosa mujer de negocios llamada Rutte sinclair, que manejaba todo el monopolio de las fragancias en ese lugar. Un día un extraño caballero se acerca a ella para preguntarle sobre una de sus famosas fragancias llamada "Deseo", este extraño personaje le causó mucha curiosidad hasta el punto de que ella misma se acercó a él para probar el producto en sí misma. Su voz tenue pero sensual, y su fragancia captura el interés de él. Intentó engañarla fingiendo un trato comercial sobre la fragancia y con un acento muy peculiar le susurra al oído que quiere verla en privado y que debe llevar la fragancia a una dirección específica, era desconfiada pero con mucha curiosidad, acepta la propuesta que le ofreció el apuesto caballero. A la medianoche llegó como lo había indicado el extraño personaje, apareció allí vestida como una bella e irresistible dama. De repente, sus sentidos estaban totalmente desorientados y sintió a alguien detrás de ella, al darse la vuelta notó la presencia de una sombra, caminó hacia el lugar y solo sintió un frío intenso detrás de ella y una fuerte pero aguda presión sobre su cuello hasta que se desmayó, cuando estaba despertando escuchó al caballero decir "Quiero hacerte mía por toda la eternidad". Cuando finalmente abrió los ojos, estaba tan confundida y asustada porque podía ver la boca de ese hombre cubierta de sangre ... SU SANGRE. Pensó que estaba a punto de morir, pero no sintió ningún dolor y eso la hizo sentir poderosa y hermosa. Él le susurró: "No tengas miedo, cariño, te di vida eterna y reinarás conmigo en las noches oscuras" ... sentía que estaba destinada a estar a su lado. Tenía un solo deseo y dijo con una sonrisa en su rostro ... Quiero llamarla Bloody Desire y usaré ese nombre para honrar la fragancia que nos unió para siempre. Legend has it that in a secluded city of London in 1900 lived a successful businesswoman called Rutte Sinclair, she handled the entire monopoly of fragrances in that place. One day a strange gentleman approaches her in order to inquire about one of her famous fragrances called “Desire” this strange character caused her a lot of curiosity to the point that she herself approached him to prove the product in herself. Her voice dim but sensual, and her fragrance captures the interest of him. He tried to deceive her by faking a business deal about the fragrance and with a very peculiar accent he whispers to her ear that he wants to see her privately and that she should bring the fragrance to a specific address, she was distrustful but with a lot of curiosity she accepts the proposal that the handsome gentleman offered. At midnight she arrived as the strange character had indicated, she appeared there dressed as a beautiful and irresistible lady. All of the sudden her senses were totally disoriented and she felt someone behind her, as she turned around she noticed the presence of a shadow, she walked toward the place and she only felt an intense cold behind her and a strong but sharp pressure on her neck until she passed out, when she was waking up she heard the gentleman say "I want to make you mine for all eternity". When she finally opened her eyes she was so confused and scared because she could see that man’s mouth covered in blood… HER BLOOD. She thought she was about to die but she didn’t feel any pain and that made her feel powerful and beautiful. He whispered to her “Don’t be afraid my darling, I gave you eternal life and you will reign with me in the dark nights”… she felt like she was meant to be by his side all along and she had one single wish and said with a smile on her face… I want to call it Bloody Desire and I will use that name to honor the fragrance that united us forever.

Evilest Son's of Nosferatu

Evilest Son's of Nosferatu
	Princeps:	๖̶̶̶ۣۣۜۜ͜ζ͜͡ Ŵɨllıαɱ Stяαυѕѕ™ (william.mananguinne)
	Delegate:	ϯ亗 ҲαmαЯïα RανєηS-Stяαυѕѕ 亗ϯ (xamaria)
	Liaison:	Ɓєвσ Aℓιcєα Aяzυαgα (Condhor)
	History:	TBA

House of Lamentari

House of Lamentari
	Princeps:	Ƙąţ ȘiηčlǟɨR Łąmęňţąřį (katjavoncranberry)
	Delegate:	ƇoƖε ȘiηčlǟɨR Ɲoʋα βεƖɱoɳϮ (BioBoosted1
	Liaison:	A͎n͎t͎h͎o͎n͎y͎ ȘiηčlǟɨR Ƈoяνʋš (badintentions.winsmore)
	History:	In the shadowy corners of the world, Katja and her Lover danced through the centuries, bound by a love as dark as the blood they spilled. Their existence was a twisted tapestry of passion and violence, a murderous spree that began in the late 17 th century, when they first tasted the thrill of the hunt. Together, they prowled the night, seducing their victims with charm before sinking their fangs into soft flesh, the warm crimson nectar igniting their insatiable hunger As decades passed, their bond deepened, forged in the fires of shared sin. They revelled in the chaos they created, a symphony of screams echoing through the ages. Yet, amidst the carnage, their love blossomed, a dark rose thriving in the graveyard of morality. They whispered sweet nothings in the dark, their laughter mingling with the cries of the damned. But fate, cruel and unyielding, had other plans. A relentless vampire hunter, a man with a heart hardened by loss, emerged from the shadows, driven by vengeance. He tracked them with a fervour that ignited the night, and in a brutal confrontation, he struck, Piercing the male vampire through the heart he fell, his lifeblood spilling onto the cobblestones, leaving Katja to scream into the void, her heart shattered. Now, with the hunter's eyes set on her, Katja fled through the darkened streets, the echoes of her past chasing her like a pack of wolves. The hunter was relentless, and as she fought to survive, she realized that love, once a source of strength, had become her greatest weakness. In a world where shadows lurked, Katja became a ghost of her former self, a spectre haunted by love and loss. She was left to confront the darkness alone, her heart forever entwined with the memory of her dark love. For years, Katja roamed the world, a spectre in the shadows, hunting for sustenance while evading the prying eyes of those who would see her perish. The moonlight often guided her path, illuminating the dark corners of cities where whispers of her existence lingered like smoke. In her early years, she had encountered the enigmatic Cole, who had saved her from the clutches of a vampire hunter. His presence was a balm to her grief, a flicker of warmth in the cold abyss of her sorrow. Days turned into weeks into years, Katja travelled from city to city until she was sure so many years had passed the Hunter must be deep underground rotting by now Katja felt a flicker of hope ignite within her. She returned to her family estate, a crumbling relic of a past life, where shadows danced in the corners and the air was thick with memories. The once-vibrant halls echoed with the laughter of those long gone, now replaced with the caw of crows, they were the watchers. As she stepped inside, the scent of dust and decay enveloped her, a reminder of the life she had lost the night her carriage went over the mountain side. The walls whispered secrets of betrayal and loss, and Katja could almost hear the echoes of her family’s laughter, now twisted into mournful cries. In that moment, she understood that the true horror lay not in the monsters that lurked in the dark, but in the ghosts of her past that haunted her every step. Katja raised her weary head, the ancient stones of the family manor looming before her like skeletal fingers reaching from the earth. A dozen obsidian shapes, silhouetted against the twilight sky, swooped down – vampires, their hunger palpable even at this distance. Dusting herself off, Katja looked up to see Cole, his features etched with the passage of time but his eyes still holding that familiar glint of mischief. "I have company." He gestured to a young man standing behind him, his eyes a startling shade of amethyst, his presence radiating an unsettling power. The air thrummed with the energy of three vastly different beings: an ancient matriarch, a seasoned warrior, and a soul reborn within a cursed body. Katja felt the weight of their shared history, the burdens they carried, and the unspoken bond that tied them together. "Come back to the house," Katja declared, her voice resonating with a newfound purpose. "You can stay with me. There, nobody will bother us." And so it was, beneath the brooding shadow of the manor, that the House of Lamentari was formed. Three beings, three destinies, bound together by loyalty, sacrifice, and the shared burden of their immortal lives. The crows, silent witnesses, cawed a mournful yet oddly hopeful song, a testament to this unexpected family, forged in the fires of ancient magic and a bond that transcended the darkness that had shaped their existence. The old manor, once a symbol of isolation, now pulsed with a new life, a haven for the unconventional, a sanctuary for the unlikely family of the night.