Noctis Virellan's Questionnaire

1. What town or city do you live in? Why do you live there instead of anywhere else? Describe your home.

Link Answered before Noctis Virellan's first Contract.

I dwell in the bones of Chicago. Not the neon skin tourists see, but the marrow beneath, the flooded corners, the music that died too young, the buildings too proud to fall. Vampires call it decadent, but to me, it is a place of solace and respite.

I keep to an abandoned hotel off Rampart Street. No name on the awning. No power, no guests. Just dust, broken mirrors, and the echo of old screams in the walls. The kind of place even ghosts forget. It shelters me not because it is safe, but because it is mine. And when I rise, it will rise with me. This is where I will found my bloodline.

2. How do you get your money right now? What do you spend it on?

Link Answered before Noctis Virellan's first Contract.

Money? Hnh. I earn it like a blade earns blood, through Contracts. Quick work. Dirty. Sometimes cruel. People pay well when they're desperate, and desperation doesn’t ask if I breathe.

But truth is, I don’t need much. I don’t eat your food. I don’t dream of mansions. I wear what doesn't rot and sleep where no one dares knock. I spend coin on bloodbags when I must, burner phones, bleach, and fire. Tools. Disposables. I’m not building a life. I’m building a legacy, and that doesn’t run on paper. Materialistic things don't capture my attention, these things just don't do it for me.

3. Describe your Ambition. What are you striving for? How far would you go to achieve this? Would you kill for it? How close to death would you come for it?

Link Answered before Noctis Virellan's first Contract.

I don’t want peace. I don’t want redemption. I want permanence.
Vampires rot in the margins of myth, clinging to shadows, cursed to hunger and hide. That ends with me.

I will found a bloodline so enduring, so refined, that our existence becomes undeniable. Not monsters. Not legends. A sovereign lineage, a dynasty. I will be its first king, the marrow from which a thousand immortals will rise, beautiful and terrible.

I will kill for it. I already have. I will burn cities, raze blood cults, drink the life from anyone who would keep us small. Death doesn't frighten me. I already crawled out of that grave once. I'll crawl again, if it means they remember my name and fear me when they see darkness.

4. What was the most defining event of your life (before signing The Contract), and how did it change you?

Link Answered before Noctis Virellan's first Contract.

It was the night I woke up in the crypt, still bleeding from the throat, choking on dirt and someone else’s heartbeat.

I don’t remember who turned me. Just their voice, whispering that I was ‘born beneath my station.’ A joke, maybe. Or a sentence.

I clawed out of that grave alone, starving, screaming, sunlight peeling my skin. I begged for help. I begged a priest. He tried to set me on fire.

That’s when I learned: no one is coming to save us. Not vampires. Not humans. Not gods. Only those who seize power get to shape what comes next. That night didn’t kill me. It baptized me. And I’ve never felt more alive.

5. Name and briefly describe three people in your life. One must be the person you are closest to.

Link Answered before Noctis Virellan's first Contract.

  1. Ezra Vale – Ezra is the closest thing I have to kin. A half-turned, half-mad fledgling who never completed the transition. His sire died mid-ritual, and now Ezra walks the line between human and vampire, held together by raw instinct and spite. He stays in the hotel with me, calls me "king" half-jokingly, but he's loyal. The kind of loyal that kills for you without being asked. I taught him to feed, to hide, to endure. He reminds me of what I almost became, broken, forgotten, disposable, and that’s why I won’t let him fall.

  2. Delphine Arledge – A blood alchemist and former occultist who I sometimes trade with. She knows things about vampire blood even elder leeches fear to learn. Our relationship is transactional, but there’s mutual respect. She sees what I’m building, and maybe, deep down, she’s afraid I might succeed.

  3. Mira Calder – A freelance mortician and part-time informant who works the night shift at a city crematorium. She’s very human, painfully so, but has made peace with what I am, mostly because I keep things from getting worse in her corner of the city. I bring her bloodless corpses before the hunters can sniff around, and she feeds me information from hospitals, morgues, and backroom autopsies. She smokes cheap clove cigarettes and keeps holy water in a hip flask, just in case. I think she pities me. I let her. It keeps her talking.