• Name: Arisha Rakhila Vaughen
• Race: Matured Vampyre Female
• Small backstory: House Vaughen was one of the many lesser Houses within Darkmeyer. An arrogant House, they were only accepted due to their Pureblood lineage dating back to the Second Age, House Vaughen was put to the torch by Lord Drakan for unknown reasons.
27 Wintumber, Year 6, Sixth Age
I only have a faint memory of the manor at Darkmeyer. A big red front door, the dark stones, the low flickering candles. There was only the faint smell of herbs burning from Mother’s room, one could nearly call it comforting in the right company.
The rest of the memories are far from comforting, no matter what company. The smell of smoke, the screams of the dying guards, my Father’s rushed voice as we were dragged out kicking and screaming into the streets.
To this day I do wonder what my Father had done to earn the fury of Lord Drakan. What deals he must’ve made, or what deal he broke. To make all of us fools in the sight of the City, us, the Pureblood House of Vaughan. Dragged through every level and paraded through the streets in plain view of every being within the City until outside of the city walls to be executed.
If my Grandfather had still been alive to see what his treasured Family had become in that moment. The shame in his eyes would’ve burnt brighter than any bloodlust to see us avenged. Watching as slowly as my Father, my Mother, my Brothers and my sisters were killed before me.
Why I had been picked last? Was it because I was the youngest? If it was my Father who caused this all, shouldn’t he been the last, forced to see as his House was wiped out in front of him.
But I survived, by sheer dumb luck or Fate, I do not know. I escaped in the chaos that followed from the sudden werewolf pack appearance.
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Myles
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