Dreamfyre
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| Sovereign: | Aʟʏʀᴀʜ Dʀᴇᴀᴍꜰʏʀᴇ (alyrah.lovelace) | ||||||||
| Co-Sovereign: | Ɗαмιєη SнαɗσωвƖαɗє-Dʀᴇᴀᴍꜰʏʀᴇ (damien.darkheart) | ||||||||
| Ambassador: | ᕈĦΔRΔOĦ DRΔGO ṈUCIҒERΔ™ (pharaohgod.starchild) | ||||||||
| Proxy: | NA | ||||||||
| Political Faction: | Arch Cabalist (AC) | ||||||||
Clan Dreamfyre “Fyre of Our Hearts”
Long before the name Dreamfyre was ever spoken in reverence or fear, there was only Alyrah.
She was not born of shadow, nor hunger, nor curse. She was born of the Fae — ancient woodland royalty, green-veined magic humming softly beneath her skin. The forests knew her footsteps. The wind bent gently in her presence. Her heart beat in rhythm with roots and stars alike.
It was that heart that changed everything.
Arch Gaven — Gaven Forsaken — was not a creature of the forest. He was forged of darker lineage. Vampiric. Demonic. And beneath it all, something older still. In his veins flowed the remnant blood of dragons — not beasts of scale and bone alone, but primordial fire given form through blood. The kind of inheritance that does not roar… but waits.
Where their paths crossed is disputed. Some say fate pulled them together. Others say Alyrah sought him deliberately, drawn by something ancient stirring in her Fae-born magic. What is known is this:
When Gaven turned her, she did not break.
She did not wither beneath the curse.
Her Fae essence did not die screaming as mortal magic often does when vampirism takes hold. It fused. It adapted. It burned brighter.
And when her heart stopped, it did not fall silent.
It ignited.
The blood of dragons answered something within her, and something within her answered back.
Thus, Dreamfyre was born.
The first to be turned, the start of her own lineage, was another fellow Fae. Damien. Who thus became her Son and Heir.
The line that followed was not dragonkin in flesh, nor beasts bound to scale and wing. They were Vampiric Entities — immortal, poised, and terrible when crossed — but beneath their hunger lay draconic inheritance woven into their very marrow. Their blood carried heat without flame. Dominion without spectacle.
Dragons did not fear them.
Nor did they serve them.
They recognized them.
It is said that when a true Dreamfyre stands before a dragon, the air thickens, as though the world itself pauses to remember an ancient pact. The creature’s gaze softens, not in submission, but in acknowledgment. Blood calling to blood.
For centuries, the Dreamfyre wandered without homeland. Vampire courts whispered of them as anomalies — too controlled, too powerful, too strange. The old myths of dragons rejected them as blasphemy, as corruption of sacred fire.
Neither realm claimed them.
So they claimed themselves.
The House of Dreamfyre became matrilineal, not by decree but by instinct. The fusion of Fae grace and Dragon Blood had manifested most fiercely through Alyrah’s line. Mothers passed legacy to daughters. Sisters guarded one another with teeth bared and blades drawn. The bond between them was not political.
It was primal.
They gathered the lost — not creatures of scale or ash, but souls cast aside. Those broken by war. Those shaped by survival. Those who did not belong to polite society nor to fragile covens. The Dreamfyre saw in them reflections of their own exile. And when one of these souls was taken into the fold, the blood stirred — a magnetic pull, subtle but undeniable.
Home was not land.
It was lineage.
When war eventually swept across the realms, the Dreamfyre did not crumble. They did not plead allegiance. They endured. And when they were forced to unleash the power woven into their blood, it was not chaotic wildfire.
It was sovereign flame.
Crimson. Controlled. Terrifying in its precision.
Their enemies learned quickly that the Dreamfyre did not burn for spectacle. They burned when oath was threatened. When sister was harmed. When blood was betrayed.
And when they burned, the world remembered.
At the heart of their sigil remains the red heart — Alyrah’s mortal heart reborn through Gaven Forsaken’s blood. Roses coil around it, beautiful and thorned, for immortality is never without pain. Stone dragons guard the crest, ancient and watchful. Gold crowns the design, for sovereignty is not granted — it is taken and kept.
Their creed endures as it always has:
Fyre of Our Hearts.
Not fire of destruction.
Not fire of rage.
But the eternal flame of blood that refused to be erased.
And somewhere in the long shadow of immortality, Arch Gaven watches the legacy he forged — not as a tyrant over it, but as the first spark that set the heart aflame.
Dreamfyre does not beg for belonging.
Dreamfyre endures.
Dreamfyre reigns.
"Nothing else matters, only Us"
Greater Houses of Dreamfyre Clan
Ðяαɠøηš¢øųяŧἔ
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| Princeps: | Ɗαмιєη SнαɗσωвƖαɗє-Dʀᴇᴀᴍꜰʏʀᴇ (damien.darkheart) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | Đℜ.㎡ιɴᴋѦ ωнღ ΉIЯӨK IѦɀεя™ (doctorwho.celestia) | ||||||||
| Liaison: | Aʟʏʀᴀʜ Dʀᴇᴀᴍꜰʏʀᴇ (alyrah.lovelace) | ||||||||
| History: | Bound by Blood, Crowned by Fire
House Dragonscourte is the Royal House of Clan Dreamfyre — the living throne from which its authority flows. It descends not from distant patriarchs nor external bloodlords, but from the sovereign will of its reigning Mother. Founded and ruled by Alyrah Dreamfyre, the House represents the purest expression of Dreamfyre identity: Fae-born grace reforged through vampiric damnation, bound not by accident, but by choice. Dragonscourte is governed jointly by Mother and Son — a deliberate balance of legacy and continuation. The Mother stands as Blood Regent — architect of the Clan, keeper of its law, guardian of its heart. Her authority is not inherited lightly; it was forged through transformation, exile, and conquest. The fire within her veins is disciplined, ancient, and sovereign. Her Son, Damien, was once Fae as well — luminous, untethered, belonging to older magics. But like his Mother before him, he was turned. Not broken. Not corrupted. Chosen. Through her hand, he was reborn into damnation — and through that rebirth, strengthened. Damien embodies the sharpened future of Dragonscourte: composed, lethal, fiercely loyal to the throne he will one day uphold. Their rule is not divided. It is unified. Where Alyrah is flame contained within a crown, Damien is the blade within that flame. Dragonscourte blood is marked by dual inheritance — Fae origin intertwined with vampiric dominion. It carries a quiet but undeniable resonance with dragons. The beasts sense it. They do not bow in servitude, but in acknowledgment of ancient kinship buried deep within the blood. The Royal House does not rule through spectacle or reckless fury. It rules through bond. Through blood. Through fire earned and fire endured. Other Houses strengthen the Clan. Dragonscourte anchors it. Bound by Blood. Crowned by Fire.
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Phoenix ridicându-se
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| Princeps: | ℛăӱνεȵ ℵĩʂεѓΰ Ⱥƴsɠαяŧɧ (brokenangel75) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | ŞɨҚ Ⱥƴsɠαяŧɧ (sikboy.coberts) | ||||||||
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| History: | TBA | ||||||||
Blood of Gangrel
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| Princeps: | Eʀɪs Fɪᴀᴍᴍᴇᴛᴛᴀ Gʀɪᴍᴀʟᴅɪ (selenybouchard) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | Aʂԋ Di'Ignacio Пøχ (a5h.alpha) | ||||||||
| Liaison: | Nҽʋαҽԋ Di'Ignacio Пøχ (nevaeha.alpha) | ||||||||
| History: | Motto ~ Mors Tua Vita Mia (Muerte Tuya Vida Mia)
"Of all the vampires, the Gangrel are perhaps the closest to their inner nature. These lone nomads mock the constrictions of society, preferring the comfort of wildlife. It is not known how they evade the wrath of werewolf. It may have something to do with the fact that the Gangrel themselves are shapeshifters. When a mortal talks about a vampire who turns into a wolf or a bat, he probably talks about a Gangrel. As the Brujah are fierce warriors, but unlike that clan, the Gangrel ferocity does not stem from anarchist rage, but from animal instinct. They are among the most predatory Kindred, and love to indulge in the thrill of the hunt. They deeply understand the Beast in their souls, and prefer to spend the nights in communion with the animals they imitate. In fact, they are so in tune with their Beasts that after giving in to the frenzy, animal traits often appear on their bodies. The clan as such has little contact (or interest) with the rest of the Kind. This may be due to a desire to avoid Jihad networks, but it is more likely to be simply disinterest. The Gangrel certainly have a reputation for being discreet, taciturn, and distant. Although there is no more truth in this than in any other stereotype, the clan lacks the ostentation of the Toreador or Ventrue. They are closely related to the Rom, or gypsies, adopting much of their culture and customs. Certain rumors hint that the Rom are indeed descended from the Antediluvian who founded the Gangrel clan. Therefore, these gossips say, any Kindred who hurts or Embraces a gypsy will suffer the wrath of the Elder. It seems obvious that the Ravnos ignore this mythical prohibition, and both clans have hated each other since time immemorial. Nickname: Foreigners. Appearance: The Gangrel's harsh non-life style and lack of interest in fashion often make them appear rough and wild. Add to this the common animal traits in the clan and it is logical that they seem fearsome. Some Kindred and mortals sometimes find predatory beauty in them, although this can lead to a dangerous misunderstanding of their intentions. Clan Disciplines: Strength, Animalism, Protean. " Taken from: The 13 Clans http://vampire-history.tripod.com/id14.html
"De todos los vampiros, los Gangrel son quiza los que estan mas cerca de su naturaleza interior. Estos nómadas solitarios se burlan de las constricciones de la sociedad, prefiriendo la comodidad de la vida salvaje. No se sabe cómo eluden la ira de los hombres lobo; puede que tenga algo que ver con el hecho de que los propios Gangrel sean cambiaformas. Cuando un mortal habla de un vampiro que se convierte en lobo o murciélago, probablemente habla de un Gangrel. Como los Brujah son feroces guerreros, pero a diferencia de ese clan, la ferocidad Gangrel no surge de la rabia anarquista, sino del instinto animal. Estan entre los Vastagos mas depredadores, y adoran entregarse a la emoción de la caza. Comprenden profundamente a la Bestia en sus almas, y prefieren pasar las noches en comunión con los animales a los que imitan. De hecho, estan tan sintonizados con sus Bestias que tras ceder al frenesí es frecuente que aparezcan rasgos animales en sus cuerpos. El clan como tal tiene poco contacto (o interés) con el resto de la Estirpe. Esto puede deberse a un deseo de evitar las redes de la Yihad, pero es mas probable que sea simple desinterés. Ciertamente, los Gangrel tienen reputación de ser discretos, taciturnos y distantes. Aunque no hay mas verdad en esto que en cualquier otro estereotipo, el clan carece de la ostentación propia de los Toreador o Ventrue. Estan estrechamente relacionados con los Rom, o gitanos, adoptando gran parte de su cultura y costumbres. Ciertos rumores insinúan que los Rom descienden de hecho del Antediluviano que fundó el clan Gangrel. Por tanto, dicen estas habladurías, cualquier Vastago que dañe o Abrace a un gitano sufrira la ira del Anciano. Parece obvio que los Ravnos hacen caso omiso de esta mítica prohibición, y ambos clanes se odian desde tiempos inmemoriales. Apodo: Extranjeros. Apariencia: El duro estilo de no-vida de los Gangrel y su falta de interés por la moda suele hacerles parecer toscos y salvajes. Suma a esto los rasgos animales comunes en el clan y es lógico que parezcan temibles. Algunos Vastagos y mortales encuentran a veces una belleza depredadora en ellos, aunque esto puede llevar a malinterpretar peligrosamente sus intenciones. Disciplinas del Clan: Fortaleza, Animalismo, Protean." Tomado de: Los 13 Clanes http://vampire-history.tripod.com/id14.html
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