I'm Quincy, and my family has finally deemed me old enough to read their records from their first encounter with a vampire. I'm waiting until the 3rd of May to start, though - that way I can read it as it happens!
*(Heya! I'm the person who runs @jonathan-harkers-recipe-blog, and I apparently have zero self-control when it comes to Dracula RP blogs, because it only took one offhand comment for me to set up a blog for Quincy H. too.)
*(In-character, Quincy H. will always refer to himself as Quincy, while Quincy M. will be 'Mr. Morris', 'Quincy Morris', etc. OOC, I'll usually put their last initials after their names so that it's easy to identify who I'm talking about.)
*(More info about the Harker kids and their situation under the cut)
Quincy Arthur John Abraham Harker: 15, born on the 6th of November 1896, son of Mina and Jonathan Harker and older brother of Lucille Harker. Grew up with supernatural stuff being talked about around him and so considers it completely normal. Very close to his sister.
Lucille 'Lulu' Elizabeth Clara Harker: 13, born on the 20th of September 1898, daughter of Mina and Jonathan Harker and younger sister of Quincy Harker. Can see ghosts.
Mina and Jonathan remain happily married, with Jonathan still running the law firm. Arthur, Jack Seward, and Van Helsing are all considered extended family by the Harker kids, with both of them calling Arthur and Jack their uncles and Van Helsing their grandfather. Arthur and Jack are both married, although they seem to be much more interested in each other than in their spouses. Their wives, Amelia Holmwood and Evelyn Seward, also seem to prefer the company of each other to that of their husbands'. Van Helsing has not yet retired and is still rushing from Amsterdam to London to Exeter and back to get everything done. There have been some minor supernatural incidents over the years, but nothing nearly as major as the Dracula thing, and their lives have been for the most part peaceful.
You are, perhaps, too old for this. But I am sure it would give your father quite a thrill to see you with it.
—A Friend.
To my mysterious friend,
Thank you very much! I am, perhaps, a bit too old to play with it, but it's still a wonderful thought and I appreciate the gift. I'll be sure to show it to my father!
When I was of your age, I took pleasure in this game. Do you know it? If not, let your father instruct you in its use. I should like it well to play with you one day.
A happy Christmas to you.
—A Friend.
P.S.—I pray you be careful with the pieces. Ivory is more delicate than the turned wooden games with which you and your family are accustomed to play. This set is no longer made, and it was not easily come by.
A chess set! It's beautiful, what lovely craftsmanship! I'll take good care of it, I promise. Thank you very much, mysterious friend! I'd like to play it with you someday, too. Merry Christmas!
Obviously do what you wish and what you think is most in character
I just think it would be really really really really funny if in the near future, when this blog sends yours a letter, you play along, even for just one.
I know anons are gonna spoil the fun by being like "THAT'S COUNT DRACULA" but even for just one...let us all be friends together...))
what do you say that you are more like your mother or like your father? Who is your favorite uncle? Has Seward shown you a human skull yet
I dunno, I guess I'm a pretty even mix? Maybe a bit more like Mum? Not sure. I can't just choose a favourite uncle, I like them both. And no, Uncle Jack has not shown me a human skull. Does he have one of those?
Bad smells are what cause evil in the world! We must rid the bad smells by replacing them with even stronger smells. Garlic is a good example but we really need stronger. Do you understand me, puberty boy?
Are you calling me smelly? I do wash, I'll have you know.
Many have sent you letters now, but few have asked of yourself. Yet you are not only your parent’s son nor another of your namesake ; old tales rot away and leave place for new stories. What are you, then, friend ? What is your ambition in this fleeting life ?
I'm... me? I don't really know. I guess I'm probably going to end up as a solicitor. I used to want to be a vampire hunter, but... well, as much as I enjoy my family's stories, I don't really like the idea of killing someone.
People out here saying I'm trying to murder you are insane
They're just extremely sexist against your mom I guess smh
If you guys don't wanna get on the boat I'll give the tickets to someone else I suppose I just really thought if anyone could stop the Titanic it was your mama
My mother is amazing - she killed a vampire! She could definitely stop people from dying on a ship. I don't think she'd like Lulu and I being there if there was any sort of risk, though.
The Moon is no friend of yours, child. Although I would find it most entertaining, it would be a shame for your story to end in scarcely a year ; such a fate has not yet been planned for you.
I must admit, I'm not too keen on dying. Especially not with my family there too.
Don't listen to the prophetess, the Grim Reaper is only chilling on the boat bc it's such a nice boat everyone wants to be on it. It's actually like Death is on vacation so really no one can die isn't that nice?
I'm not so sure, Mister Moon... the Grim Reaper appearing in any capacity is generally not a good sign.
Mr Moon is not your friend. Perhaps he was paid by Dracula for some posthumous revenge against your parents? There's nothing worse than burying your own children.
I write this letter now, that it come to you shortly before I myself rejoin the good men and the good women, of which I count you and your sister, that we both have luck to call our family. Now I am in Amsterdam, where I have many memories that are joyful but many others that are not so, but which in fact are bitter. For life works in a way such that the light and darkness are entwined one with the other, as in a sunset, which is beautiful because the sky is made of many colours, but be there only day and never night it would not be possible.
But you are still young, and of the fancies of the youth, which are many and varied, the feelings of old men such as I not often are. Your interest, is my belief, would be more so sparked by the wolf-men, those that are called werewolves by the English and lycanthropes in the tongue of the Greek. My research unto them was successful, insofar as I expected what came to pass, for cause of having done research of the same kind before. Though I met no actual wolf-man, and neither the fresh trace of one, then neither did I meet with one of the un-dead before the foe I vanquished, along with your parents and uncles.
Yet my travel has been fruitful, for there are accounts of wolf-men that I was able to study, and as well the indication of more in other places. I have learned through this that the French, in their region of Gévaudan, still speak of a monster which died a century ago, and of it they speak in the following words : “The fearsome beast of Gévaudan was like a wolf, but it was not a wolf.” Many came to die under the teeth of the Beast, till alas he be himself slayed by bullet and gunpowder. Upon his body was performed autopsy, so I read, but to access these records I shall go to France, and so my research is to be paused for the current days.
Good-bye, though we will meet fast,
Dr.Abraham Van Helsing.
Uncle Abe! It's good to hear from you, I've been waiting for you to write to me. Pity you didn't see any, but at least your research sounds like it was very sucessful all the same. Do the people of Gévaudan really still speak of their monster a century later? Wow. That's a big impact for one being. I look forward to hearing more about it when you get back!
Don't listen to the prophetess, the Grim Reaper is only chilling on the boat bc it's such a nice boat everyone wants to be on it. It's actually like Death is on vacation so really no one can die isn't that nice?
I'm not so sure, Mister Moon... the Grim Reaper appearing in any capacity is generally not a good sign.
