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Primary Information

Name: Morana Tacitus

Alias(es): Classified.

Sobriquet(s)/Nicknames: Mora; Corvus.

Age: Classified; Unknown; Immortal

Gender/Pronouns: Female; She/Her.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Job/Occupation: Member of the Vampiric Court (Royalty)

(Approximate) Height: 168 Centimeters or 5 Feet and 5 Inches

(Approximate) Weight: Approximately 125 Pounds or 56 Kilograms

Overall Appearance: Morana is the epitome of grace and elegance, showcasing a slender and lithe build. Her hair is as black as the night, her eyes a deep blue that seem almost black; the color turns more reddish whenever she is feeling intense emotions or is near blood. Her skin is pale and umblemished, save for a few marks on her neck. The features of her face are not defined, but soft, contradicting her usual demeanor and actions. It is important to note she is short compared to most vampires, which is why most don`t suspect her.

Adjunct(s)/Accessories: She wears numerous bracelets, rings, and necklaces that are switched out on a daily basis. Morana prefers modern jewelry compared to antiques and ancient ones. Her nails are are almost always painted black.

Outfit Aesthetic: Morana wears professional attire all of the time, the only exception being when she is truly in a foul mood and aspires to wear something comfortable. She wears clothing that are either dark in hue or deep and vibrant in color. Understandably, she almost always prefer wearing black. She prefers sweaters and skirts over luxurious dresses, but is often seen wearing one or the other.

Voice/Intonation: Morana's voice is always playful and teasing, but undeniably feminine. It is often compared to a scolding mother's voice, soft yet firm. Her voice is almost always the key to figuring out what she is thinking or feeling.

Alternate Information

Stars represent their view of their relationship; 5 being perfect.

The Father (★★☆☆☆): He is known as the original Vampire, hence his title; no one is aware of his genuine designation due to unknown reasons. The vampires that are members of the Vampiric Court are the first twelve he turned into his kind, the position being passed on by descendants whenever one unfortunately passed away. Morana is not close with him whatsoever, even if she was the third to originally be turned all those centuries ago. Their beliefs often rival each other and they have never gotten along. Regardless, The Father has been absent as of recently due to rising tensions.

Antinous (★★★★☆): He is the first vampire that The Father ever turned and is considered an older brother by Morana. The two of them spend a plethora of time together plotting and scheming, mostly for the benefit of vampires. They are almost always seen together or at least in the same vicinity; they guard each other and protect each other as any family would.

Fighting Style: Morana relies entirely on stealth when it comes to her fighting style. Even if she is a vampire, she is lacking in the physical strength department, but it is her smaller size that allows her to be even more lithe and agile. She sticks to the shadows and almost always converses with her target before attacking; the way they speak and try their best to find her tells her all she needs to know about her opponents. Morana prefers to use daggers over guns and other weapons, using her vampiric teeth if absolutely needed..

Personality Overview

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Description.

Likes: The Arts, Literature, Early Morning Rain, the sound of Thunder, Open and Unrestricting Spaces, Sunsets, and The Night.

Dislikes: The Day, Dirt and Dust, Oboxious Individuals, and Humans.. ew.

Side/Roleplay Notes

Preparing myself for when I forget important details.. >-<

Current Members of the Vampiric Court: Antinous, Celeste, Faust, Vagar, and Morana

⋆☽ Sorren Belmont ☾⋆

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It was a quiet night, on the very edge of town and away from the bustling streets and squares that came alive around this time of year. You could always count on it, on solstices or other popular holidays, people just seemed more energetic, they’d stay out longer with more of their friends and family. Sorren went, sometimes. He liked the street musicians the most, even more than the hot pastries and drinks that were served by the little vendors who took full advantage of the humming atmosphere. However, he did have other priorities at the moment, more important things to mind than spending the night out. They were nearing a solstice, and for him that meant preparing for rituals.
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The town was bordered by a forest, and the Rowan community lined this border. It was their task to protect the town from what might come out of that forest…and no ordinary beasts roamed here. He was preparing to go out a little ways into the woods, just to check some of the hanging protections they had set up. Small wards that didn’t do much on their own, but worked well when used in large numbers. He pulled on a jacket over his clothes and grabbed a torch to bring with. He wouldn’t be needing anything else since it wasn’t his job to fix them up tonight, only to report back. Alright there was one thing he needed- but he always wore it. No need to double-check that.
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He passed some of his neighbours on the way out, smiling at them politely and flicking on his torch when he got to the edge of the woods. He knew them at this point- or at least he thought so- and didn’t hesitate to step into them. His feet guided him without much effort on his brain’s part, right to the first ward in his assigned series. Sorren checked it properly before moving on, failing to do so would get him and others into trouble. Being a vampire-hunter was serious business. Though Sorren had only met a monster once before-
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Not that he could remember it well, he knew the fear, and that someone had gotten hurt.... His mind failed to recall more. Forces like the Rowan existed for a reason, armed and ready. Almost like a specialized task-force…but they didn’t really answer to the police. Becoming a Rowan was a different process anyway. Though in practice he supposed it was like any other job, sometimes you worked inconvenient hours, sometimes you got time off, and you befriended your coworkers. He had a couple of friends in town, he was planning on meeting them after this.
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His mind had wandered as he was checking each ward, and before he knew it he was almost on the last few

Morana Tacitus

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Vampires. They were certainly a more unique type of monster, ones rumored to be more violent and ruthless compared to their fellow monstrosities that inhabited the forests surrounding protected human settlements. Regardless of this, vampires were one of the few species that had rules and a hierarchy established, preventing most conflicts they could potentially have with humans and other beings; the Father was to thank for this, even if the current Vampiric Court was restless and itching for any kind of action and adrenaline rush. His orders and laws had recently begun to be ignored and it showed with the increase of vampire sightings and presumed vampire-related murders. Due to how ancient they were, vampires knew how to bypass certain wards, sometimes even breaking them completely; the Royals were the only ones with access to such knowledge, but even they still passed it down to those beneath their designated sectors. Out of all the current five members of the Vampiric Court, it was Morana herself that was to blame for most of the human deaths. It was a little ironic that one of the more tame and composed vampires was the most brutal when it came to humans, whether it be treatment of them or the method of killing them. Either way, no one dared trifle with Morana Tacitus.. not even the Father himself.

It was late into the evening when Morana Tacitus stirred, her deep blue eyes fluttering open as she cast a brief glance at the clock ticking quietly beside her bed. Although it wasn`t too late, it certainly was past the time when the sun had fallen and the moon had risen, which meant she and her fellow vampires were free from the clutches that the sunlight had on them; it was an incredibly frustrating weakness, especially when the moon only showed itself for twelve of the twenty-four hours in a day. A quiet huff of annoyance escaped her as she cast a brief glance downwards at what she was wearing: a loose-fitting, black dress that wasn`t necessarily meant to be slept in, but even then she could care less about that minuscule fact. She had already wasted an hour by staying in bed longer than necessary, so she didn`t waste any more time by hoisting herself out of bed and wandering out of her personal chambers. There were currently five active members of the Vampiric Court- Antinous, Celeste, Faust, Vagar, and herself- and they all resided in their own sectors whenever there was no business to be handled. The other seven had long since passed and had not had replacements due to keeping to themselves mostly. At the moment, however, all five of them were staying at the Vampiric Court itself; it was a rather large, wooden mansion in the middle of the woods, a place that could only be found if one had a specific route to it thanks to the dozens of layers of sigils and protection magic that made it nearly invisible to everyone except vampires themselves. The one downside of its location, however, was the fact that there was a town approximately ten miles south of it. Truthfully, Morana could care less about the humans that resided in the town for as long as they didn`t bother her and her fellow vampires.. more specifically, the Vampiric Court; they were mostly on good terms and often viewed each other as family, keeping each other in line for the most part. It hadn`t been a problem for centuries, but you never know what could happen nowadays.

Morana walked down the dark, eerie halls of the mansion with practiced ease and grace, her head lifted slightly in a confident manner. Members of the Court were not the only ones that stayed here, so she did have to look the littlest bit decent and composed in these walls; she doubted any lesser vampire would say anything, however. She had been on the verge of entering the main lounge area when she heard a deep, rumbling laugh echoing from behind her. The sound could only belong to Antinous, so when she turned on her heels and saw him leaning against the wall, she nearly laughed as well. No words were exchanged, but she could tell solely by his expression what he wanted. She walked over towards him, frowning when he disappeared around the corner. Sometimes, she wished he would be normal and wait for her; the older vampire enjoyed games as if he were a child and, although she cared for him, it was incredibly frustrating. It was certainly more simple to say that he wanted to speak outside beneath the moon compared to having her guessing what was going on inside his head.