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-- D A R K -- (85300) | "Bha mi an-còmhnaidh leatsa." |
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Dark August Night
Titles: Mistress of the House of Night
Species: Vampire
Bloodline: Night(made) Tepes (reborn)
Age: 994
Gender: Female
Face Claim: Anastasia E.G.
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It began with darkness. It’s where my name comes from, because anything that existed before my murder is gone. Not on the oh so dramatic, ‘woe is me’ kind of way. More… something went wrong, we think. Or they think, anyway. I don’t actually care because it’s gone. It is hard to miss what you don’t have. And my human life, whatever there was… is very much gone. Not one shred of memory, not one familiar face. No echos of feelings or connections that might otherwise tie me to what I was. All there is… is this darkness.
I’ve always found it lovely, the dark. Where the stars dwell and the moon traces her endless path of chasing her lover across a sky to a place they almost never meet. Even they have a moment, though, those rare eclipse that make it all worth it, I assume. I don’t really have any of that appertaining angst, no mourning for what was. This is all that I know.
I’m told that I was murdered in 1025 AD off of the North East coast of Ireland. One of the little islands that had little to offer the Norse raiders looking for churches to plunder. It was a little late in the age for them to be out a viking… but Christianity hadn’t tamed all the old clans… and some still prowled the seas looking for gold and slaves. What they found was a girl with nothing of value. My sire and her company found me as I lay dying. She seemed moved that it was a shame one so young should die. So… here I am. A vampire with no memory save a story told by others. For all I know… none of that is even true.
And would it matter anyway? Doubtful. And so here I am… Dark.
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House Motto: Born of Shadow... Arisen in Light.
Rank : Hunter
Hunting Partner: Relic
House End : 1939 AD
Refounding : 2008 AD
Current Head: Dark August Night
Location: Castle Obsidian, Dead City countryside
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I was made to this life by Siobhan. It was she who founded the House of Night sometime in the later part of the fourth century AD. House lore would have it that she rode at the side of the warrior Queen Boudicca… Knowing her, I’m not disinclined to believe that. Castle Night was a simple affair on the West Coast of England. Home to many who did not share Siobhan’s blood, they served a… unique purpose. This House, against every inclination and tradition of the Unliving and the Damned… served the Vatican and the Roman Catholic Church. Perhaps they were looking to tame the monsters of their natures. Or cling to some semblance of a Mortal life long gone. Some, I think, hoped that perhaps they could find redemption for bloody deeds and perhaps earn a chance at heaven after all. Because even for we who are deathless… the end comes eventually. Perhaps after countless eons, but an end all the same.
And so the House of Night stood, assassins most, guardians others. Many Supernatural folk beyond just those born of blood made their home there. In service to any who were of goodly kind… or who wished the destruction of evil, the House stood. One does not make friends of the wicked, however, when one Hunts them. Vampires are monsters. All of us. No noble cause changes that.
In 1939 AD… on Christmas Eve, the single sacred holiday for the House when they were all gathered under one roof from their various missions and endeavors, those who had grown weary of being Hunted and killed by this house of Virtuous Assassins… struck. The castle was sealed by magic… a fire lit. In conflagration and vengeance the House of Night burned. Only the very few late or not in attendance remained.
I was one.
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Notable Covens : Hellsing, Obsidian, Stormhaven, Crimson Arcana, The Amaranthine Court, and Nevermore
Dead City Positions : Former Global Moderator, Graphic Designer
Arrival in Dead City: October 16, 2008
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For longer than I like to admit… I was an empty thing. The memories and life that so many have to draw on to define themselves in undeath were lost to me. As such, I was a blank canvas. This made me a boring person. The consequence, however, was that I was an excellent assassin. I trained. I Hunted. I attended Mass. Relationships were a complication I didn’t understand. Until a wayward priest of lost Lindisfarne befriended me. It was also this same priest who gave me the second of my names. August. He was more than he seemed, however. A daemon, little ‘d’, who had grown tired and bored with leading Mortals astray… he’d all but removed himself from the world. Now, he joined the House and became my Hunting partner. Later, we would serve beside those we would come to see as dearest brothers. The Knights Templar, who gave him the name he now bears: Relic. He remains even now my truest friend and eternal pain-in-the-ass.
I served my House, saw the world, and traversed history. I stood before the bloody gates of Targoviste beneath the forests of the Impaled. That Prince would later become one of the greatest friends and adversaries of my life. In Japan I served the great Tokugawa Ieyasu and learned from Musashi. I still carry the katana my friend gave me before he died. I miss them both very much.
I would eventually refound the House of Night, and build two great covens. The first was Obsidian, with Valterra and Belladonna. Had I had more spine to do what was needed… to be the assassin I was trained, Obsidian might still be standing. The castle remains, oddly sentient thing that it is, but the coven raised those who became mighty in their own right and I am proud of all that we achieved. Stormhaven was my personal focus - and again I learned that I am not well suited to carry the emotional weight of so many folk. For our time, we were magnificent, and I miss it still some days. But the past is gone and mourning it is an endless task. Even we who are deathless must move forward… or parish.
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Adopted Children: Bear, Darcy, Angelus, and Rayven Red
Allied Houses: Tepes, Wolfthorne, LeClaire
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Through all of it, I have my adopted children. I’ve never made one of our kind, but they are as dear to me as any blood. We chose one another, something traditional families do not get to do. Bear... my beautiful daughter. She is kind, patient, and dedicated in a way I work every single day to deserve. She never gives up on me, and when I am lost… she always finds me. Darcy, my brilliant, chill, sharp girl who has a heart that is slow to love but unending in its loyalty and depth once earned. She is everything I could ever hope to be. My sapphire star. Angelus is my only son, my viking warrior and staunchest guardian. He is passionate and strong, so much his own man… and of whom I could not be more proud. My wolf… beloved Rayven Red. So new to this family, and yet always in my heart from long years side by side. Few are as blessed of family as am I, so I work every day not to take them for granted.
Make no mistake... there is only ONE House of Night, despite what might be proclaimed by those who have forsaken its ethos. To be a Night is to stand by a code. To live by rules and a standard. To be better than the monster. To chose to dwell in darkness and embrace apathy, wickedness, vengeance, and despair... unravels the very point and bonds that make a Night. Remember this when others claim to belong to my House, for they do not. Speaking a thing does not make it so. Living it does. Without the path, the purpose, and the people... the name is meaningless.
Obsidian has attracted a certain kind of folk, and I love them with a depth that defies ex . Eden, Aedan, Asta, Kashka, Ace, Cas, Bre, Evenlyn, Dove, Ran, Mesa, Teada, Cato, Noah, Relic,Joce, Vincent, and Azrael. These folk keep me going and give meaning to my days. I love them wholly and without reservation. I strive to be worthy of their love.
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Fall in love with someone who is comfortable with your silence. Find someone who doesn`t need your words to know that it is time to kiss you.
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I have been fortunate in love, I think, for all that I spent so long an empty murder doll. Family and friends aside, for they make you in a way different than those who see you stripped from all other pretense, I have had a few true loves in my unlife. The first was my Bard. Ancient beyond anyone I have ever known, and more than a little mad… he was chaos and beauty and wonder. For all his impossible millennia upon the earth he remained with a sense of wonder that inspires me even today. For a brief while, I enjoyed the company of my Hunting Partner Relic, though ours was more a... casual affair. We remain dedicated friends. My Second Sire Alucard was my lover for a time, just another facet of our eternally complicated relationship. He too remains dear to me.
For a long time… there was no one. No single person, anyway. I’ve always had a more casual relationship with lovers… given I suffer none of the puritanical Mortal preconceptions of those who remember their lives. Rather, I am a creature who speaks more with action than words, which always fail me. I feel no regret or shame for single nights spent, that time given.
From ashes of a restless life and a mistake from which I did not believe I would ever recover, a new fire… and an old lover who always knew when I needed him. My Faery Knight, my opposite in almost everything, and yet… I think I have always known you were my Kintsugi. Golden and bright in all of the cracked places. My Evermore. Who holds my hand without chains, and promises me we will find our way together… even when we’re apart. Aodfhin broke me in more ways than any other, and set me free. He is my shield and sword, my summer fire, and deep melancholy. Tortures and hell, even the Distant Shore would not keep him from me and now we walk, after a long and painful dance, side by side. He is my Partner, my Raven, my Always. In him, I am learning how to be better. With him, I am.
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`And we will raise up forests of the impaled dead, for to make war so terrible... none will dare to wage it.`
Blood of the Dragon: Daughter of the Impaler
Sire: Alucard Tepes (M_U)
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I have walked unlife a long time... and still there is wonder. That out of that which might be so terrible... there are second chances even for once such as myself. There are things in this world far greater than I, older and far more cunning. I thought to challenge one.
I failed.
And so the sands in the hourglass of my life slipped away, unrecoverable and finite. Until one who I have called lover, master, rival, enemy, and dearest friend... spoke of another way. A choice. To forsake a blank canvas and give up on the end. To take hold of my life, my future, and decide for myself. And so a Tepes I became. The family I have chosen. The blood which even now burns like dragon fire and sets me on a path whose end I cannot see. What I do know is that I am grateful every day, and beside my sisters and my Sire I will see an Empire reborn. Just like I was.
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Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world`s grief.
Do justly, now.
Love mercy, now.
Walk humbly, now.
You are not obligated to finish the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.
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My return to the Dead City wasn`t something I`d planned. I`d moved on. Away. With a fair few of my family I lived in another city and made a life. Problem is, I usually manage to fuck things up. My compulsive need to shelter every stray and hard luck case that comes my way ended up costing me. I didn`t pay attention to the signs, and even when people I loved and trusted warned me... I thought I knew best.
I didn`t.
I`m sure you`ve heard the stories of Pandora and her Box... the one that unleashes all of suffering into the world. There`s a lot more to it than that. More even than I can tell. More than I know. I tried to help. I thought that maybe all she needed was someone to understand and help her make it right. I risked my family, the Templars who are like my brothers... hell... everything. In the end, I was wrong, and she won. Magic is not my thing and she knew it. So, I lost that one and my clock started ticking.
I was content with my lot. Good with making peace with dying. I`ve been around a while and there were others who could fight the fight. Even those willing to carry on my Sire`s name and work after I was gone. Then came Alu. Because he`s a pain in the ass like that. Wasn`t really willing to just let me fade and die. And tempted me with the one thing that always gets me - purpose. Damn if I`m not a sucker for being told I`m needed and that there`s a place for me. A chance to make right some of the mistakes of my past. So, I came back. For him, I stayed. In the end, he had a solution to my Pandora problem... and an offer. Become a Tepes and take back my life. Chose, as I hadn`t been given a choice before.
I tried to stay out of my family`s business. It wasn`t really fair to swoop back in after being gone for 6 years and just act like time hadn`t changed things, like things hadn`t happened. I came back to a different House, a different way of doing things. I`m bad at change... like... super bad. O had built her own life and folk, and I didn`t have a right to come in and just turn that over. I started Hunting again, tried to settle back into the life I used to have. It... wasn`t easy. Things had changed and I felt kind of lost in it all.
One thing about this strange life of ours... old ghosts don`t die. They keep haunting us. They might fade for a little bit, but they always find a way back. I have some oaths, no fair few, one of which is to the Knights Templar. Yeah, they`re still around and kicking, some of them. Like me, their watch is not over. What I thought was just a quick trip to Rosslyn Chapel to deliver a warning... just about cost my life. Had it not been for Ophelia`s folk, it would have.
An old war was back at my door - the Inquisition. This time it wasn`t Protestants they were burning, it was Supernaturals. And back to their old song about wanting the Grail. I politely told them to get fucked. I`m not good at running from a fight, about letting others suffer when I can do something about it. I am made for war... I know little else. I`m useful in little else. But, O was sick of it. I don`t blame her. She`d seen some shit while I was checked out of the world. There was some pretty hefty tension around her place and that wasn`t fair to her. So, some folks and I moved back to the old castle, to Obsidian.
We gathered strength, reached out to contacts old and new, and even O and her folk gave their best. Even though they had every right to nope, they didn`t and I`m grateful. We ran missions and collected what we thought we might need to take on the Inquisition. Seemed things were going pretty alright for a while. We`d suffered some setbacks and hurts, but no one had died, so that seemed like a win to me. And we grew ever closer to unmasking the Praetor of the Inquisition so that we could dismantle them.
Until Fhin and I went to Rome.
Just to talk to the Pope. I had questions... My House has always held a Commission and it hurt to be blind sided with the desolation of that without a word. He gave me hard answers I didn`t want to hear, but they were fair. And then I fucked up. Fell into a trap like some neonate. I was pretty sure Fhin and I were dead then. We`re good... but not against a veritable army. Turns out they had much more in mind. Wanted information that I am oathsworn to keep. One of the down sides to being immortal and having a very good regeneration cycle? Torture can continue. They can break you again and again. And they did. Until Judas Iscariot himself, Praetor of the Inquisition decided to show his smug face and use that fucking Silver of his to make me talk. Holy Relics are a pain in the ass. Left us crucified to die in the light of the dawn once he`d gotten what he`d wanted. Longest ten days of my unlife.
Our folk arrived in time, though, thank the saints. It`s been a hell of a recovery... for everyone. Storming the Vatican isn`t to be done lightly and Fhin and I weren`t the only ones gravely hurt. We`re all back up on our feet now, and planning our next move. The Inquisition might be scattered for the moment, but I`m not stupid enough to think them broken. While Judas lives... they do too. A situation I intend to change. Personally.
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Sunshine Birch (353331)
 | 2022-06-18 00:37:25
[3] Give my love to Rome. [hehe] | Breila Llywelyn Sangrian of Night
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You have given your feedback. [3] | Malia Romanov (627525)
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Miss you Dark lovely qq | Breila Llywelyn Sangrian of Night
| 2022-04-05 18:16:14
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I miss you in this desolate place. | CeCe (245220)
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dark....where are you?
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-Nuzzles the slumbering one on her way through- | Breila Celosia Bellator (459902)
 | 2021-01-01 21:23:56
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Happy New Year! qq
And thank you for giving me a home when I was so lost. [3] | Sunshine Birch (353331)
| 2020-12-27 07:13:52
Wishing you bright cheer for the New Year. [3] | Breila Celosia Bellator (459902)
| 2020-12-27 04:22:37
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This darkness takes me and the only solace I have is that I can find myself again if only I can make it to Obsidian, home. [3] | Breila Llywelyn Sangrian of Night
| 2020-11-03 13:22:55
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You have given me purpose when I was lost in darkness. My loyalty is yours forever. I honor you and the oath I've taken. [3] | Jocelyn Lizeth Priti (586647)
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[i]Leaving some love for you. [3] | Breila Celosia Bellator (459902)
| 2020-10-18 15:19:27
What lovely sight you are. [3] [love] | Evelyn D. Night (150390)
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[i]strums guitar[/i] I love you, bitch. I ain't ever gonna stop loving you, [i]strums guitar[/i] bitch [3] | Evelyn D. Night (150390)
| 2020-09-13 09:20:35
[3] I know we talked like a day ago but, I miss you. | Breila Celosia Bellator (459902)
| 2020-09-03 17:04:25
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The moment I became a Night, it was surely my proudest moment. Thank you for loving me. [3] | Shyael Katya Lykaia (649201)
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A [3] feedback because your profile is well put together and beautiful. Love your profile, Lovely. | Lovisa Asbjornsdottir (341667)
 | 2020-07-24 12:54:48
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Wonderfully put together. | Ashlinn G. B. LeClaire (192423)
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Some first of the month lovings to you, dearest Darkling! qq [3] | Shyael Katya Lykaia (649201)
| 2020-07-01 12:52:32
You have given your feedback. [3] Phenomenal profile as always, Lovely. |
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