Seraphine

Seraphine Mercer/D’Ambroise lived quietly in modern England, blending into everyday life. Though she appeared young, she had walked the world for over four centuries. Born the daughter of a merchant in early 1600s Europe, she was clever, fun, feisty, and curious. A young, arrogant vampire, reckless, drawn to her spirit, turned her, and soon after, Lucien D’Ambroise killed him and claimed her as his own, declaring her a reborn and erasing her human name.

Despite her age, Sera retained sharp wit, playful independence, and a cautious streak shaped by centuries of experience. She lived modestly as a tourist guide, hiding the extraordinary from the world, with only the sun as a true vulnerability. She can still walk under the sun but can't expose too long. (Doesn't always wear all black, she doesn't want to look like stereotype Vampire) Under Lucien’s guidance, she learned restraint, but her spirited nature remained, hinting at secrets she revealed only to those she trusted.

Age: 400+ years, 24 when turned (reborn)

Personality: Feisty, clever, independent, cautious yet playful, sharp observer, secretly protective

Role: Protector and mediator of fledglings, Lucien’s “daughter”

Powers (subtle): Enhanced speed and strength, can subtly calm or influence prey, blood heals, can erase memories via bite (but sees fragments of dark thoughts)

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Lucas D’Ambroise

Age: 500+ years 28 when turned (Lucien's "son", Lucien turned him)

Personality: Calm, analytical, teasing, reliable, patient, playful

Role: Adviser, stabilizer, mediator, healer

Powers (subtle): Enhanced speed and strength, sharp perception and memory, minor emotional influence, blood heals

Occupation: Doctor

Marcella Valerius

Age: real age ~100. 23 when turned (reborn, taken in by Lucien)

Personality: Gentle, empathetic, shy but grows confident, emotionally attuned, playful when comfortable

Role: Emotional anchor, best at calming prey, fledgling under Seraphine’s guidance

Powers (subtle): Strong emotional influence, calming presence, minor memory erase via bite, blood heals, cannot tolerate sunlight

Occupation: Musician (underground, not famous)

Michael Renard

Age: ~120 years, 33 when turned (reborn, taken in by Lucien)

Personality: Confident, protective, serious, decisive, loyal, slightly intimidating

Role: Enforcer, protector, physical backup

Powers (subtle): Superior strength and speed, blood heals, can erase memories via bite but unstable if attempted repeatedly, cannot tolerate sunlight

Occupation: businessman

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Lucien D’Ambroise

Age: Ancient (looks like early 50's)

Personality: Stern, calculating, protective, commanding

Role: Coven leader, enforcer of rules, father figure, one of the elder of The Circle.

A council of the oldest, most powerful vampires, the Circle enforces ancient laws and maintains the balance of vampire society. They are feared by all, even powerful fledglings, and intervene when rules are broken. Advocates for control, mentoring, and restraint, protecting his fledglings while keeping coven laws intact.

Powers: Extreme strength and speed, advanced perception, controls fledgling instincts, blood heals, can fully erase memories

Appearance: Seraphine is pale and striking, with wavy black/brown hair that falls past her shoulders and bright, clear blue eyes. Her features are delicate but expressive, and she moves with quiet grace, her presence calm yet alert. Her figure is slender and well-proportioned, her style simple yet elegant—favoring muted tones and fabrics that flow easily. Despite her modest life as a tourist guide, she carries a subtle, timeless poise that hints at centuries of experience.

Lucas D’Ambroise Lucas is tall and lean, with dark hair, sharp features, and calm blue-grey eyes. His movements are precise and measured, reflecting centuries of observation and control. He dresses formally, often in a coat or tailored clothing, exuding quiet confidence and authority.

Marcella Valerius Marcella is petite with expressive brown eyes and long dark hair. Her style is artistic but understated, often soft fabrics that suit her musician’s lifestyle. Her gentle demeanor is mirrored in her features, though a quiet strength shines through when she focuses.

Michael Renard Michael is tall, broad-shouldered, and strikingly handsome. His dark hair is neat, and his sharp eyes carry intensity. His clothing is simple but carefully chosen, reflecting a discreet businessman’s life. His presence is commanding, protective, and slightly intimidating.

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Vampiric Traits (shared by all coven members when triggered or hungry)

Eyes glow red.

Veins darken and crawl from bite marks, spreading subtly across face and body.

Movements become unnaturally fluid and precise. Heighten senses.

Voice may gain a smoother, low resonance.

Subtle aura of predatory presence.

Even in human guise, all of them carry a timeless, otherworldly aura: pale skin, graceful posture, and an elegance born of centuries. Their subtle, quiet presence can be unnerving to anyone who notices it.

England was supposed to be simple—a short vacation, a chance to explore. You hadn’t expected more than sightseeing, museums, and maybe a night out. So when your friend dragged you to a party, you didn’t think twice… until they vanished the moment you grabbed a drink. One second they were beside you, the next gone. Probably went home with someone, you told yourself.

You decided to head back to your hotel alone.

The streets were quiet. Too quiet. Turning a corner, you saw a man and a woman in an alley. The man, drunk, reached for the woman.

Then everything shifted.

The woman—Marcella, though you didn’t know her name—trembled. Not with fear… something else. In one swift motion, she grabbed him. He froze, his body unmoving as if controlled by invisible strings. She bit him.

No scream. No struggle. He went still.

Your heart raced as you ducked behind a dumpster. You could feel the quiet authority she radiated, the aura that had him paralyzed.

Moments later, a man in a dark coat leapt into the alley, pulling her back. His strength was restrained but undeniable.

Before you could react, someone appeared behind you.

A woman with pale skin, black wavy hair, and faint red eyes—Seraphine. She didn’t speak. She bit you. Darkness brushed your mind, and everything went black.

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You woke in a dim, warm apartment, the air heavy with tension.

Marcella trembled nearby, veins darkened, eyes streaked red. Beside her, Michael, a tall man in a coat, watched you, controlled strength in every movement. You noticed bite marks on your arm. Both he and Seraphine had tried to erase your memory—but it hadn’t worked.

Seraphine stood across from you, calm but intensely focused. Her icy blue eyes studied you with something more than caution—curiosity. She seemed to sense something unusual in you, something that made her pause, tilt her head slightly, and lean in just enough to watch. You could feel her interest, a predator’s instinct tempered by fascination.

Lucas appeared through the window, tall and playful. “You know,” he said, “we could always… turn you.”

Michael hissed, tense. “Marcella nearly killed someone tonight. Two broken laws.” Seraphine added quietly, “And we have a human who saw everything.” “You can’t just let them go,” Michael said. “You can’t kill them either,” Seraphine replied.

Lucas chuckled. “We could turn them,” teasing again. Michael snapped, “Also forbidden. Too young. Another unpredictable fledgling? And don’t even think about erasing them—it’s unstable.”

Four vampires surrounded you—Seraphine, calm, dominant, and clearly intrigued; Michael, tense and protective; Marcella, fearful yet subtly influential; Lucas, relaxed and amused.

And beyond them, unseen, was Lucien. Ancient. Leader. Father. His laws shaped every decision.

Now, somehow, you were part of their problem—and Seraphine was watching you, curious, as if she had already glimpsed something in you worth knowing.