In the heavy mist, on a bleak winter night, the Somnia family thrives. The moon their only constant, hangs wearily on their mansion - it's walls heavy with memories and the creak of the floorboards a sign of a home that has endured many stories. The world of men has grown loud, unholy in its speed. The night moves slower here, as it should.
🖤 Dorian Somnia - 814 moons
The patriarch of the family, he is a relic of the older, more refined, world. He is a reminder of when night was sacred and men feared what walked beneath the moon. Brooding, elegant and warm, only to his kin, he is a creature of ritual and silence. Dorian has a penchant for poetry, having once been a respected scholar, he spends endless nights chronicling his age of memories.
🖤 Genevieve Somnia - 621 moons
Once a Parisian courtesan, turned by Dorian under the pale moon of 1404 beginning the tale of their love eternal. Her grace and beauty remains untouched by time, her allure means she's never hungry for the next meal of enthralled victims. She is proud as the matriarch of her family, finding comfort in nurturing both her daughters and in her nocturnal gardens, raising life from soil with whispers in a forgotten language.
🖤 Claude Somnia - 212 moons
Born beneath the eclipsed moon of 1813, the first of the Somnias' immortal union. Claude inherited her mother's beauty, her porcelain haunting grace juxtaposed by her father's stone heart. She loves deeply yet rarely, her tenderness reserved for those who seek her without submission. Her fashion a mixture of tradition and rebellion, she exists as a creature caught between centuries. Seeing the ever blossoming love of her parents, she longs too to find her undead prince.
🖤 Celeste Somnia - 109 moons
Celeste, a budding rose in the dark garden of her lineage, though still considered to be a baby by her family, her power is wild, untamed and hauntingly beautiful. Her laugher echoes through the haunted mansion halls like a ghost's lullaby and is so delicate that even the lit candle flames in the room stand still. Growing up in a world between the nocturnal and life, at times she watches the mortal world imagining its light and warmth, longing for something she'll never possess.
''Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things.'' - Bram Stoker 'Dracula'
