Profile: Estelle I. D'Auvrecher

Kind by nature, playful, gentle yet cruel if felt threatened, often lonely when quiet, strong willed, enjoys freedom very much and always love to be in own world but will want to know what was going on around at times. Always love to mix around with people, including humans. Being a sociable person and not intending to reveal her real identity unless if necessary, she will always try to help anyone in any way if possible.

Raised in the family of Bourdekin, daughter of Duke of England, who was also a member of the high courts, and Maureen, a lady in waiting of the French Queen, she grew up in a peaceful, monotonous environment. Long black hair, fair and delicate skin, together with beautiful yet hypnotic pair of crimson eyes, which was extremely rare in normal families, defined the mysterious aura. Rumor has it, that perhaps she was the child of vampires, for her eyes spoke of the devil that was hated by all. Words soon began to spread, making it more difficult for her to socialize.

Playing piano and Violin, singing, dancing, painting, social and dining etiquette, as well as arts of language were her forte. Attended every formal ball with them if possible and always wandered around the nearby gardens, spending time painting the scenery or even practising singing skills that were taught by a tall, charming and talented young man - her favorite teacher, as well as the man whom she wished to marry in future.

Strong stench of blood lingered around the house after she returned from her usual walk one day. Scouting around the house for a bit, she rushed to the bedroom straight after and saw the stranger who resembled the person she once knew, holding onto her mother's body whilst her father's on the floor motionless; blood dripping down from his teeth, or rather fangs which the heartless creature had. Horrified, she covered her mouth, trying not to make any noise when she witnessed the gruesome scene. Tears could not express the disappointment and anguish.

Sensing she was right behind him, he slowly stood up, turning his body and made his way towards her. Eyes were fixed on hers, fearful yet nonthreatening, as if an elder brother was looking at his very own sister. Pushing her against the wall when close, his cold hand brushed against her right cheek, caressing it. Lifting her chin upwards, he looked at her tenderly, gently pulling her over to his arms, face closing in to the neck. Loud squelching sound could be heard; fangs piercing through the surface and deep into the veins. Gripping his sleeves, she stared into blank space; eyes squirming and mouth opening a little. Moving away from her neck to mouth, he pressed his lips against hers, kissing it tenderly yet firmly, with blood still dripping. Enervated, her vision gradually blurred out, falling over like a rag doll and being carried up like a sleeping baby.

Found herself lying on a big rectangular stone table in the middle of the hall after a long slumber. Weak as she was, she gathered her strength and sat up, feeling something different at the same time. Walking towards the large mirror hanging by the wall, blood red crimson eyes and sharp teeth could be seen in the reflection. Short blurry memories were flashed across as she stood still; with people whose eyes were like hers, so familiar yet so strange, and unknown places she had been before. No words could explain the confusion and uncertainty going on in her mind. Unable to handle it, she knelt on her knees in disbelief, screaming and shouting while attempting to figure out her real identity, human or vampire.

Cooping herself at one of the bedrooms in the mansion for the next few days, she felt suffocated, trying to control the beast within. Right in front of her stood the man who had changed her, or rather back to who she once was. Looking at her with dark cold eyes, his neck was leaned against her mouth without hesitation, as if he could read her mind. Couldn't resist any longer at the smell of blood, she pounced forward and bit him. For the first time, she enjoyed the sensation of sucking blood. Streams of tears went down her cheeks as she fed on him. Memories of her past became vivid and permanent; an offspring of the D'Auvrecher, a royal vampire family whom got destroyed centuries ago. A smile could be seen when she looked up to the man, knowing she has found her true family, the man of her life, her brother.

Venexia; city of the livings and the undeads, hometown of the vampires and humans, her one and only home.

Profile: Anton von Rietberg

Anton was born in Wien where he spent much of his formative years. He was a member of the influential von Rietberg family, second son to his father. Ever since the age of nine he was recognised with his charm and artistic character. Much like the rest of his noble von Reitberg family who were known for their courtliness and refinement.

Compare to his elder brother who was the heir of the family, Anton was a much more relaxed character who has no interest in partaking in the daily affair of the state. Instead he spent much of his time with the female companion of his age and much of his energy in a variety of personal hobbies.

The death of his father when he was still a teenager had placed his elder brother to the seat of power and his own mother into a long bout of melancholy. This has a major impact of Anton's life. Without the watchful eyes of his parents and his elder sibling, Anton'ss behaviour became more wild and erratic. While his brother busy with the state affair, Anton enjoyed a lavish and wanton life style, hosting wild parties in that stately home and indulged in all form of excess. The prime example was the celebration of his adulthood which turned into three days feast of lust and mayhem, where Anton earned his infamous title of Herr Pervertierten.

For years afterward, Anton tormented Wien with his debauchment of young ladies and men in the city. The tales of his dissipation of all form of pleasure reached to the far corners of the city. At the end, his brother has no choice but to send Anton away to the family former home of Bohemia and kept him out of the political center of Wien. In the land of Bohemia, that is the place where Anton encountered an equally lustful vampire from the Kardsteini Bloodline. Unlike many others, Anton's turn was not only his own accord but one that he seek. The desire of immortality and the addiction of lust and pleasure mean he was the perfect one.

When the plague wiped out most of the humanity in Europe, Anton returned to Wien on the night of the great Masquerade, and saved the von Rietberg clan from the subsequent Carnival of Souls . Many of his family later turned to the Chosen themselves, while others are under the protection of the Court, become the willing bloodstocks to pervert their life and relative peace. Meanwhile, Anton himself had raised to the role of Scourge of Debosciati Rose, serving under Domina Liang and continues his quest of sexual pleasure.

Profile: Willow Namir

Background:

Prologue:
In the hidden jungles of North Ghana the Ashanti hunters spoke of a flying, demon. They claimed he was mannish creature with iron fangs lurking in the trees.   The creature would snatch hunters, women, and children in the area. Mothers told their naughty children the creature would take men into the bushes with its hook formed feet and drink their lifeblood.

Willow was told this story from birth to death it seems. Never one to listen she would often go on walks alone in the moonlight, her beautiful ebony skin attracted all the men, the beast was no exception.  That night he was not looking for a meal but a bride, not once did the stories from her youth faze her; at least not until the day she died.

Then:
When she awoke the moonlight looked different.  Startled as her tongue moved in her mouth as if it were a visitor feeling the razor-sharp fangs in her own mouth brought it all together, a vampire had murdered her and now she was one of them.  Lying there dressed only in the sweat from the night air her body her hurt and her hunger was great. She stayed still there allowing the images from the night before to run through her mind.  She had let the creature kill her. Distracted by how the creature was really a beautiful man as he laid there drinking her lifeblood. It had never occurred to her what she would become as she stayed still died the most beautiful death.

Unafraid she refocused her sore body with confidence. She headed to the nearest creek to see what she had become.  Her facial qualities were diverse somewhat and her body appeared to be softer and had developed a much more attractive ample shape. Her breasts were flawless beforehand but now the form appeared to be even more so, they stood more and her nipples were nearly perfect circles and just the right color. Her hips were unchanged but her waist was thicker giving her body more of a luscious hourglass look. Her ass wider and rounder but much softer and her skin was formed over taught muscles that rippled with every movement of her body. In short while she didn't really look different she looked far more attractive sexually even to herself.

A hushed voice called out to her from the bush and she saw a man tied up and naked on ground. She wasn't sure how she had missed him but she was sure of one thing right now, she was hungry and he was dinner. Crawling to him on all fours she advanced on the helpless man and reached for his manhood. Even limp it was a handful but as she stroked his length to hardness she was amazed at how large it got. Hungry as much for this man's sex as she was for his blood She didn't give it a second thought when she swallowed his manhood with one gulp and slowly dug her teeth into the flesh at the base as she sucked him. The strange man moaned and squirmed under the assault of her mouth and fangs she held him firmly by the buttocks to keep his manhood in her mouth. She turned her head from side to side as her fangs dug deeper and deeper into his skin finally breaking the surface and spilling his hot blood into her mouth.  The taste of his life was exquisite. Searing hot his blood burned her mouth but she didn't dare let go instead she dug her fangs into his flesh as deep as she could and sucked eagerly at the open wounds filling her mouth and spilling from her lips. His blood gushed faster than she could drink it and it ran down her chin onto the grass beneath her knees. Moaning loudly through the gag the man struggled against his bonds and tried to break free. She can remember that sucked on his cock and started teasing the tip with her tongue to keep him somewhat calm. 

It took several minutes but eventually she drank her fill and finished sucking the man off. His seed shot hard into her mouth and burned just as hot as his blood. She pulled her head back and let his semen hit her face instead of swallowing it. As she watched his orgasm subside she noticed that he stopped moving and breathing as soon as he finished. Full of blood she smiled at her first kill only to be distracted by a voice that would haunt her for a long time. “Enjoy him?" The creature asked her from behind. She turned to see her creator and long time lover until…

Now:
Stepping off the boat in Venexia having had enough time to become fluent in English, French, and Latin she instinctively heads for the one place in the city that calls to her.  Seeking out the Duchesses or her coven and taking up permanent residence with other Karnsteini she feels more at home with her new family at the Bordello.  Unsure of what is to come but keeping her adventures documented in her journal.  Today her most recent entry reads “Today dear diary I got a new pet…”

(Credit: Willow Namir )

Profile for: Archduchess Liang, Domina Karnstein

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History:  Archduchess Liang, Domina Karnstein

She was born, Elizabeth Chole ... Daughter of Archduke Charles V, and Isabella of Portugal. The girl was raised in the manner of akin to the way most other noble young girls were brought up. The palace would become a gilded cage of sorts, shielding Elizabeth for those who probably wished to do her and her family harm. Her parents made sure every need of their daughter was met, from hand sewn gowns made of the finest materials to stunning cloth dolls. They stressed this in order to make sure their daughter was always at a decent state of contentment with her closed world.

When Elizabeth turned six she began harpsichord lessons, singing, painting, and basic sewing. At the age of seven she began to learn about her noble history. Once the young girl turned four she began to take private lessons on such subjects as etiquette, and proper conversation.

The child was not busy with her lessons; her free time would be spent wondering the many halls of her grand palace. Because her parents were somewhat strict she was forbidden to play outside in the gardens. Liang gave the appearance of being a weak child physically, and because of this her guardians tend to be overly cautious about her health. Some often worried the girl would take ill if she was permitted to wonder the halls in such a manner. No matter, nothing bad ever came from the random adventures, so she was allowed to continue with this daily routine.

It was not long until Elizabeth blossomed into an rather charming young woman. By the age of sixteen she had quite a few formal suitors. Yet, little by little the young woman began to feel disenchanted with her elegant lifestyle. Yet, greater issues would soon present themselves. Curiosity had taken her to a hidden room in the palace... where she soon discovered her dead mother's secret on the eve of her 19th Birthday.

Yes, this room looked akin to those described in works of horrific fiction! Push chairs lined the walls, accented by blood stains and golden restraints. Three pillars marked the center of the room, each with similar golden chain restraints. Whips... floggers... horrid animals sat on the far left wall... waiting to be used. A log was discovered... listing each debauched action. Yet what worried her the most was this one line. "In hindsight I should not have allowed the festival to go on so long. I pray my dear husband believes these marks are from a horse back ridding accident. I do fear... however -- that I am with child. Even though we did the dead before he left to England I worry that... this child may not be his. No matter, I shall never speak a word of this"


Later that night Elizabeth confronted her mother on her past debauched behavior! Angered by the woman's nonchalant and slightly cold reply the young woman was allowed to take a brief leave, to a distance cousins chateau in the French country side. The young woman found things far more relaxing there... and soon found excuses to take daily walks in such.

She soon caught the wondering eye of the Rene de Barbarac. He wowed the young woman with lush talk of love and marriage... inviting her into his home, and into his bead. Elizabeth was madly in love with Rene and would follow his requests without question. Gradually, this free thinker... this noble libertine began to introduce Elizabeth to new ways of thinking. It started innocently enough... with small requests caress her female house servants...self exploration.. and eventually lead to them inviting others to share their bed chamber.

Little by little Elizabeth began to lose her past morals, following the sins of her dear mother. As her various desires increased she began to tire of Rene. Now at the age of twenty fine she began to desire more from life.  Her need took her to many a debauched place in Europe... and eventually to the bordello's of Italy. It was in one that she heard a rumor of creatures who feed on the living. Enchanted by these tails she decided to seek the truth.

After a year of wondering her search took her to the isle of Venexia. Her first day on the isle was rough.. to say the least. Elizabeth took shelter in the Green Dragon Tavern. The owner suggested the most novel idea to her... becoming court blood. A way for her to have a somewhat stable life. And that she did!

At first she loathed the idea of being used as a "blood doll". Yet, she would gradually begin to savor the sensation of being bitten. She enjoyed being lent out to the members of the  Karnstein sabat, one of the younger on the island. They seemed more  open sexually -- something she had been seeking.

Although she began to take a shine to Countess Claudia... a vampire of nobility and a coven leader of the Debosciati Rose coven. One of the younger that had only been around for fifty years. So enamored was Elizabeth that she eventually left the court to be of full service to Claudia. Yet her cruel mistress had other plans for her new blood doll - and allowed the members of her coven to use Elizabeth at will.

Feeling a bit deceived by this... she still went along with the mistress' orders. A coven trouble maker, and all about twit Loki sparked an idea... to become Enraptured.

With a little "gentle persuasion" Claudia eventually gave into to Elizabeth's requests. Her Enrapture occurred on the eve of samhain. In order to be "Blood birthed" Elizabeth was completely drained of her blood by Claudia. The elder female opened a wound in her wrist, allowing blood, and the vita Elizabeth needed to be sired. As by tradition, this Enrapture was carried out in the Sanctum Sanatorium at the centre of the Isola dei Morti. A very taxing process for Claudia -- who had only carried out three blood births before.

 Afterwards the coven leader took full responsibly... Offering her formal blood doll as much blood as she needed during her suckling period.

Elizabeth would soon take the name Liang de Barbarac. Liang, being the name of an obscure sex goddess and de Barbarac... surname of her first lover. The only thing she kept of her old life was her formal tittle... Archduchess.

This new life brought about another set of troubles. The stress of it all gradually took it's tool on her sanity. Ever the lady, she did her best to hide her mental state. Keeping herself busy with matters of the Sabat. As always, she kept herself open sexually to not only the members of her own coven, but the others in of the house of Karnstein.

Her perseverance helped her rise in the ranks. Recognized for her sexual prowess, the coventribune granted her the rank of Numinus.

Yet, as time passed... sometime the fifty years or so, Claudia saw another way to use her former pawn. Needing an excuse to get rid of her former Consula she elevated Liang, who had already become a lower coventribune member, to this position.

Some saw her age, 99, young for a vampire, as an issue... This, and her current relationship with their leader caused a lot of anger to arise within the upper ranks of the coven! Claudia grew suspicious... Liang did what she could seek out those who wished to cause trouble in their group. A few were even arrested for plotting murder attempts on Claudia.

Another seventy five years or so past. Liang's higher position and her need to quell all disorder in the group caused her a great deal more stress. As a result she began to seek other ways of pleasure, and borrowed things from other cultures... going so far as to organize events. Yet it would seem that her actions did nothing to change the mind of a few... still upset with her mistress.

Another few years came and went quickly for her (another fifty, short about of time for a vampire). Samhain, marking the day Liang's blood birth. While she organized the event with a few trusted members, a few plotted something far worse.

 After this lush Samhain event Claudia would be found the next morning. Her decapitated bloody body lay nude on the court steps.  A warning was written on her chest to Liang.  Ah yes... and Claudia's head found a few yards away impaled on a metal spike. Her killer or killers were never found. Although the killer is rumored to be from her own coven. A great deal of time and effort was spent trying to hunt down those responsible -- yet all efforts were in vein.

Heart broken over the death of the vampire who enraptured her, Liang took control over her past Mistress' coven. Still quite youthful in vampire years, what she lacks in age she more then makes up for with creativity, skill, and a strong sexual drive.

The Debosciati Rose coven is now at the youthful age of 249... and will soon celebrate their 250th year with a series of celebrations and orgies.