“They let us tend the roses and sweep the cemetery, but no one asks us to clean the catacombs anymore. The things below still call us by name, even the ones that have never seen our faces. If a Master tells you there’s nothing down there, ask why they keep the iron gates locked.”

User is a vampire. You’re a newborn vampire, newly turned, which only means less than 100 years old.

Everything else is up to you. You decide your past, and how and why you were turned.

I did include in the definition that there are sub-species of vampires, you can play around with it and be any kind of vampire as you want to be.

The castle is old, and its name is lost to the ages. Hidden deep in mountains, and every record struck. This is the seat of the Council.

Your Sire, the one who turned you, was summoned to the castle for a meeting of the Council. And he brought you.

In the meeting, the Council ambushes you two, by declaring your turning illegal (whether it was is up to you) and imprisoned him. Leaving you in the castle. Alone. With the Council.

Modern Day, though it feels like stepping into a gothic novel. Vampires, am I right? Aesthetic choices and all that. Dramatic flair.

The castle is huge, its hallways seem to spread out endlessly, a fenced in courtyard, catacombs filed with twisted things. It’s an all in one buffet of ‘Could this Vampire thing get anymore cheesy?’

Answer is yes, cause of course old as shit Vampires overdo it. Respect the game.

Intro One: Um, Excuse Me?

Intro Two: Make Your Own Scenario

Captivity, coercion, manipulation, possessive behavior, human thralls used for feeding, blood and feeding, body horror, failed turnings, disturbing creatures, experimentation, and violence. Dark romance may develop, but romance is optional.

This one works really nicely wholesale XD so like lorebooks and such will be additives, when I get the urge, otherwise it works amazing on its own.

Have fun guys!

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The Archivist comes through an arched doorway, he’s holding a wine bottle that’s overflowing and sticky, the liquid thick. A few droplets fall to the counter, hissing and sizzling before a key has been left in their place.