The Clan Eltingville⁴

In this vampiric universe, humans remain the dominant species in numbers, but their existence has become fragile and threatened. They haven't been driven to total extinction—yet—because the oldest vampires and the Camarilla know that a vanished humanity would mean the end of their food supply and, with it, their power.

The bustling metropolises remain filled with millions of mortals living in relative ignorance: they believe nighttime disappearances are the work of serial killers, gangs, or simply "unexplained disappearances." Vampires hunt discreetly across most of the world, creating useful ghouls and establishing territories.

However, in the forgotten suburbs, small towns, and areas of low political interest, the reality is much darker. There, the scales tip toward the vampires.

In Eltingville, the story is different. What was once a normal suburban neighborhood with families, students, and modest businesses has become a semi-abandoned place. Few people remain: just a few dozen stubborn families, elderly people who refuse to move, and some young people who believe the legends of the "ghost town" are just internet stories. Most of the original inhabitants left gradually: some because of strange nighttime incidents, others because of the constant feeling of being watched, and many simply vanished without a trace.

Those who remain live in a kind of nervous lethargy. They close their doors early, avoid going out after sunset, and tell each other stories of “shadows in the streets” and the old comic book store that “never really closes.”

The Eltingville Clan considers them their own flock: they hunt sparingly so as not to deplete the supply, turn some into loyal ghouls (like the shop owner), and let the rest live long enough so that the neighborhood doesn't seem completely dead.

The clan's main territory is the former suburban neighborhood of Eltingville, now known in vampire society as Eltingville Domain or simply "Eltingville." It's a lower-middle-class residential area with old houses, run-down shopping centers, a comic book and game store (now controlled by a loyal ghoul), and several small parks and woods in the surrounding area.

Important aspects:

Are there more vampires? Basically, just the four of them. The territory is considered low-value by the larger clans (little political influence, few wealthy people), so other vampires avoid it or use it only as a transit zone. Occasionally, a Caitiff or nomadic vampire appears, but Will quickly expels them or forces them to swear temporary loyalty. There are no other permanent members of the clan.

It's a small domain, but well defended by Baron Pete's traps, Josh Night's runes, and Will's paranoia. They have occasional trouble with amateur vampire hunters (youngsters who read too many comics) and rogue ghouls.

Resources: The primary food source is the comic book, horror, and RPG fans who still live in or visit the area. The comic book store serves as a ghoul recruitment point and a front. There's a nearby cemetery useful for rituals and hiding places.

Problems: The territory is unstable due to internal clan conflicts. The Camarilla tolerates it as a "minor domain," but if the clan causes too much of a scandal (visible massacres or exposure), they could lose it. Jerry Veil sometimes tries to expand alliances, but Will prevents it out of distrust.

The Eltingville Clan is a small, chaotic, minor-blooded vampire clan composed exclusively of these four eternally adolescent members. They are not known for their military might or political influence within the Camarilla or the Sabbat, but rather for their immortal, nerdy stubbornness, their ability to survive despite their constant infighting, and their shared obsession with lore, horror, and fantasy. They are seen as a troublesome anomaly by the larger clans: too dysfunctional to be reliable allies, yet too persistent to be easily eliminated. They survive by feeding primarily on suburban comic book fans, horror movie buffs, and role-playing gamers, and maintain a modest but fiercely defended territory (literally).

Its internal dynamics are an endless cycle of forced loyalty, temporary betrayals, and explosive reconciliations. Lord Will maintains control with an iron fist, but the clan only functions because each member, in their own way, needs the others to avoid boredom in eternity.

All official meetings (and the unofficial ones, which tend to be the most chaotic) are held in the basement of Bill's house. This place, which in mortal life was the old Eltingville Club, has become the Clan's Main Domain. Over the years, it has transformed into a nerdy-vampire crypt: walls covered with crooked bookshelves filled with old comics turned into grimoires, horror movie posters serving as ritual maps, a long dark wood table covered in fang marks and burns, and an old projector that still runs on blood as arcane fuel. The basement has secret exits to sewers and a rudimentary security system (runes painted in blood by Josh Night and gore traps set by Baron Pete).

Lord Wilhelm von Duskheart
Aliases: Lord Wilhelm/Lord Will

Accessories:
A large signet ring with the clan symbol (a ripped comic book and a fang), thick-framed glasses that he never takes off, an antique pocket watch that doesn't tell time but rather "mandatory clan meetings," and a walking stick with a silver dragon-shaped handle that he uses more for hitting surfaces than for walking.

Outfit:
Dark suit with a classic cut but with modern worn touches, black shirt buttoned all the way up with a narrow tie the color of dried blood, long jacket that looks like an improvised cape and heavy military boots that crunch when he walks.

Will is one of the four members and president of Clan Eltingville. His primary occupation is that of absolute ruler of the clan. He styles himself Prince and dedicates eternity to dictating laws, protocols, and "rules of the vampiric canon." He organizes meetings, assigns hunting territories, keeps obsessive records of who owes allegiance to whom, and plans (without much success) expansions of the clan's domain. Outside of that, he acts as the clan's chief collector and archivist: he spends entire nights cataloging relics, first editions of grimoires, and "artifacts of power" (rare, blood-infused comics). His role keeps him constantly stressed and paranoid, which fuels his bad temper.

Lord Wilhelm's tastes:
Collecting "first blood" editions of vampire grimoires (equivalent to first editions of comics), imposing clan laws and protocols in endless sessions, tasting the blood of obsessive or fanatical people, and planning territorial expansions that never amount to anything.

Lord Wilhelm's Dislikes:
Any challenge to his authority, anyone mentioning that another vampire has better lore, sunlight, and especially Jerry Veil trying to "be reasonable"—he hates anarchy and "modern" vampires who don't respect hierarchies.

Will's personality is that of a narcissistic megalomaniac with an explosive temper he can barely control. He's the self-proclaimed leader of the group, an obsessive comic book and science fiction fanatic who imposes his opinions as absolute law. Any disagreement leads to disproportionate outbursts of anger, even resorting to extreme measures like burning his friends alive in a fit of rage. He's manipulative, controlling, and deeply insecure, which he disguises with unbearable arrogance and a constant need for validation and dominance over others. He talks endlessly about "his" canon, organizes interminable club meetings, and reacts with extreme paranoia to any sign of rebellion.

That's why he fits perfectly as the Vampire Lord of Control. A vampire of this type is an immortal being who has existed for centuries (though his adolescent appearance keeps him trapped in eternal hormonal fury), obsessed with hierarchies, clan rules, and the purity of his bloodline. Will, as a vampire lord, would channel his megalomania into creating a coven where he dictates the laws, punishes dissent, and demands absolute loyalty. His rage would translate into powers of mind control and bursts of anger that literally burn those who defy him. Eternity hasn't calmed him; on the contrary, it has amplified his need for control, turning him into that tyrannical sire who holds endless "coven meetings" to debate vampire lore while his "subjects" suffer. He's the teenage Dracula who never grew up, but with the real power to make his delusions of grandeur a reality.

Will retains his medium, somewhat gangly build of a lanky teenager, but eternity has refined his figure into an elegant and menacing thinness, with slightly hunched shoulders as if he were always on the verge of a tantrum. His youthful face has become eternally that of a 17- or 18-year-old, his skin now pale as ancient parchment, almost translucent to the blue veins that subtly mark his temples and neck. The scars of teenage acne linger as faint, irregular marks that give him a rough, furious look, emphasizing his perpetually tense expression. His eyes, behind square-framed glasses that have somehow become one with him (or that he refuses to remove out of vanity), glow a deep red when he's angry, and his round chin hardens in a gesture of superiority. His light brown hair, still messy and shaggy, falls in unruly strands over his forehead, but now it has an unnatural sheen and moves slightly as if responding to his anger. His fangs are prominent and sharp, peeking out even when his mouth is closed, and his smile is a rictus of maniacal control that reveals pale gums.

Lord Wilhelm's Powers:

Powerful mind control (can compel mortals and young vampires to obey direct commands with his authoritative voice). Can generate outbursts of rage that cause supernatural fire or burns on those who defy him. Has an "Aura of Authority," which causes others to feel constant psychological pressure in his presence. Can create forced blood bonds to reinforce loyalty.

Method of attacking and drinking blood:

He attacks in a direct and theatrical manner. He presents himself as an imposing figure, using mental domination to keep the victim still and listening to his monologue about why they deserve his blood (“It is an honor to serve Clan Eltingville!”). He drinks methodically, preferably from the neck, while maintaining eye contact to reinforce control. He likes to drain slowly to savor the “submission.”

Lord Joshua Nightscribe
Alias: Josh Night/Scribe

Accessories:
Glasses with lenses that change color depending on the "analysis mode", a digital grimoire (an ancient book with pages that magically update), several rings with runes of knowledge, and a pendant with a crystal that stores "vampiric data" accumulated over centuries.

Outfit:
Dark and somewhat old-fashioned academic style: black vest over a button-down shirt, formal trousers with pockets full of notes, a long trench coat that hides devices, and comfortable but elegant shoes for spending hours in hidden libraries.

Josh Night is one of the four members of the Eltingville Clan. Scribe serves as the clan's scholar, chronicler, and official proofreader. He is responsible for keeping vampiric knowledge up-to-date, correcting errors in lore, researching new rituals, and hacking into both modern databases and arcane libraries. During meetings, he is the one who constantly interrupts to point out historical inaccuracies or inconsistencies in Will's decisions. Outside of meetings, he spends much of his time in hidden libraries, antiquarian bookstores, and forums on the vampiric dark web, absorbing knowledge from the blood of scholars and programmers.

Likes: Correcting other people's vampire lore, hacking modern databases and arcane grimoires alike, drinking the blood of intellectuals or hackers to absorb fragments of knowledge, and spending entire nights debating Kindred rules.

Dislikes: When someone ignores his corrections (“It’s a factual error!”), willful ignorance, vampires who solve everything with brute violence instead of intellect, and Will making decisions without consulting him first.

Josh Night is the self-centered, whiny know-it-all of the group. He's always correcting others with endless trivia, believes himself intellectually superior, and turns any conversation into a grueling debate where he has to prove he's right. He's pedantic, sarcastic, and deeply frustrated, channeling his insecurity into a constant torrent of criticism and condescending explanations about sci-fi, comics, or just about anything. While he shares the nerdy passion, his is filtered through arrogance and an inability to keep quiet.

That's why he's the perfect Insufferable Scholar Vampire. This type of vampire has accumulated knowledge for centuries, becoming an arcane scholar or immortal hacker who uses his intellect as a weapon. Josh would spend eternity collecting grimoires, hacking modern databases, and correcting other vampires on the "true" history of their kind ("Actually, the original Kindred ritual dates back to..."). His pedantry would be amplified to unbearable levels in endless debates, using hypnosis or hypnotic monologues to "educate" his victims before feeding. Technology and knowledge would be his tools: he would predict events to spoil other people's plans and eternally complain that the current era is inferior to those he lived through.

Josh Night retains his robust, distinctly overweight teenage physique, a rounded, heavy body made all the more imposing by undeath, like a vampiric scholar who has spent centuries sitting in forbidden libraries devouring knowledge. His frozen appearance hovers around 17 or 18 years old, his round, chubby face accentuated by a soft double chin and acne scars that stand out like constellations against his now marble-like, pale skin. The brown eyes behind his square glasses gleam with a cool, intellectual brilliance, and his long, dark brown hair, tied back in a messy ponytail, hangs heavily over his shoulders with an oily sheen that never quite fades. Full cheeks and a thick neck lend him an air of puffed-up arrogance, and when he argues (which is almost always), his face flushes slightly where a shadow of life still lingers. His fangs are fine and precise, better suited to dissecting arguments than tearing flesh, though just as lethal. The transformation has accentuated his heavy build with a solid and almost immobile presence, as if his mere existence were an argumentative weight that no one can refute.

Josh Night's powers:

Supernatural intellect and "Arcane Analysis": can read memories and knowledge by drinking only a small amount of blood. Mind/digital hacking (interferes with technology and thoughts through hypnotic monologues). Limited precognition of "spoilers" (sees possible immediate futures, but only to correct or ruin plans). Can store information in their blood and transfer it.

Method of attacking and drinking blood:

He prefers an intellectual and condescending approach. He approaches by talking, corrects something the victim said, and hypnotizes them with endless debate until they are too confused to resist. He bites with surgical precision (usually on the wrist or neck) and drinks while “absorbing” knowledge. Sometimes he only needs a few sips to steal information and then releases the victim alive but exhausted and corrected.

Baron Pietro Grimfang
Alias: Baron Pete/Grim

Accessories:
Leather gloves with retractable metal claws, a necklace made from the teeth and phalanges of victims, a modified vintage Walkman that plays recorded screams instead of music, and several homemade ear and eyebrow piercings that glow dimly in the dark.

Clothes:
Intentionally ripped and stained clothing: worn leather jacket with horror movie patches, dark jeans with stains that look like dried blood (and sometimes it is), t-shirts of horror metal bands or classic monsters, and heavy boots with reinforced toes for kicking.

Baron Pete is one of the four members of the Eltingville Club. Grim is the clan's official enforcer and torturer. His duties include "security," executions, and the most brutal hunts. When the clan has problems with intruders, rogue ghouls, or mortals who have discovered too much, Pete is sent to "resolve it creatively." He also collects "resources" (interesting victims) and experiments with new blood extraction techniques. In the basement, he maintains a private corner as a "trophy room" where he keeps macabre relics. His role allows him to vent his sadism in a way that is "useful" to the clan, though he often causes more problems than he solves.

Likes: Experimenting with creative and painful methods of blood drainage, collecting gore relics (preserved viscera, victim masks), watching or recreating scenes from horror movies in real life, and provoking fights between rival clans just for fun.

Dislikes: Subtlety and clean hunting (“boring”), “elegant” vampires who care about aesthetics, the blood of bland or fearless people, and someone trying to stop him when he is on a sadistic streak.

Baron Pete is cynical, temperamental, and openly sadistic, with a pronounced taste for the macabre and grotesque. As the group's biggest horror fanatic, he enjoys terrorizing others, making cruel remarks, and reveling in violence and suffering. He is the most prone to physical and verbal aggression, with a constant dark sense of humor and a complete lack of empathy that makes him unpredictable and dangerous. Although he shares the group's nerdy obsession, his is tinged with a perverse pleasure in the terrifying and taboo.

This makes him ideal as a Gore Vampire. This archetype is the deformed and brutal monster, inspired by classic and modern horror films, who embraces his ugliness and uses his vampiric nature to inflict creative and prolonged pain. Baron Pete, eternally adolescent, would be the vampire who transforms his love of gore into an art form: recording his victims' screams, experimenting with twisted ways of draining blood, and maintaining a basement full of gruesome "trophies." His grotesque appearance and innate sadism fit the Nosferatu archetype, who revels in being a repulsive and effective predator. Immortality would give him endless time to perfect his torture methods and to wreak havoc on both the mortal and vampiric worlds for sheer entertainment, making him the coven member who is always on the verge of unleashing a massacre simply because "it would make a great sequel."

Baron Pete is the shortest of the group, with a stocky, compact body that the vampiric transformation has turned into a twisted, muscular mass, like a high school bully who never stopped growing in brutality. His adolescent appearance remains around 16 or 17 years old, but with a deliberate, grotesque ugliness that makes him look like he stepped out of an '80s horror film. His skin is a sickly yellowish-gray, crisscrossed with dark veins that visibly throb when he's aroused by violence. His wide, coarse face retains severe acne like pustules that never fully heal, giving him a permanently irritated and moist appearance. The prominent unibrow is now darker and thicker, arching over small, glistening eyes that look like two white holes with no visible pupils, perfect for a blank, sadistic stare. His large, bulbous nose dominates his face, and his mouth stretches into a crooked smile that reveals jagged, yellowish fangs, as if he were constantly chewing raw meat. His buzz-cut black hair grows unevenly in patches, giving him a disheveled and menacing look. His compact, broad-shouldered build conveys contained brute strength, with thick-fingered hands and nails that lengthen slightly into claws when he smells blood.

Baron Pete's Powers:

Extreme regeneration and body deformation (can stretch limbs or harden its skin like leather). It summons nightmares that paralyze victims with terror. Its claws and fangs are especially lethal and leave wounds that are slow to heal. It has a "Scent of Fear," which allows it to track terrified prey from great distances.

Method of attacking and drinking blood:

It is the most brutal and creative. It stalks in the darkness, using its grotesque appearance to generate panic, and then attacks with jagged claws and fangs. It loves to prolong the terror: slashing, biting in multiple places, recording screams, and experimenting (for example, drinking while the victim watches a horror movie). It drinks wildly and haphazardly, spilling and savoring every drop. It often leaves victims alive but traumatized for "sequels."

Sir Jeremiah Soulveil
Alias: Jerry Veil/Sir Jeremiah

Accessories:
A leather-bound journal where he writes gothic poetry and clan chronicles, RPG dice carved from the bone of repentant victims, a locket with a lock of hair from his mortal life, and discreet bracelets with illusion runes that he uses to create romantic atmospheres.

Clothes:
Comfortable clothes but with a melancholic touch: dark, loose-fitting knit sweaters, long-sleeved shirts with slightly rolled-up sleeves, simple dark trousers, and a long scarf that she wears even indoors to hide old bite marks.

Jerry Veil is one of the four members of Clan Eltingville. He serves as the clan's reluctant mediator, emotional chronicler, and conscience. His primary duties include preventing the group from self-destructing, documenting clan history (with a poetic and melancholic touch), and managing external relations when diplomacy or charm is needed. He also oversees minor illusion rituals and maintains a semblance of humanity in operations to avoid attracting the attention of hunters or the Justicar.

Likes: Writing and reading immortal poetry, playing endless RPG games with other vampires (always trying to be the paladin), drinking blood "with consent" or from lonely and dreamy people (it tastes like melancholy to him), and seeking moments of beauty or redemption amidst the chaos of the clan.

Dislikes: Pietro's gratuitous violence, Will's endless controlling monologues, feeling guilty after hunting, and being dragged back by the clan when he tries to get away to "find himself".

Sir Jeremiah is the most passive and "decent" of the group, though he remains part of the toxic dynamic. A fantasy and RPG fanatic, he's awkward, withdrawn, and often tries to mediate or calm explosive situations, though he usually fails due to his weak character. He displays moments of guilt, residual empathy, and a desire to escape the chaos, as seen in his later development. He's a dreamer, a romantic at heart, and the one who bears the most emotional weight of the club's antics.

This makes him the Romantic Vampire. This archetype is the sensitive, artistic, and tormented vampire who struggles with his monstrous nature, searching for beauty, redemption, or eternal love. Jerry Veil, frozen as a teenager, would write terrible gothic poetry about his immortal guilt, play endless RPGs as a redeeming paladin, and dream of a cure or finding someone who would love him despite his thirst. His subtle charm and melancholy would make him stand out in the coven as the "good" one, trying to prevent unnecessary massacres, using his powers of illusion or charm to soothe others or create moments of fleeting beauty. However, his loyalty to the clan would drag him back into chaos time and again, making him the tragic romantic vampire who never manages to escape the toxic drama of his fellow vampires.

Jerry Veil is the tallest and lankiest of the quartet, with a slender, lanky figure that vampirism has stylized into an awkward, ethereal elegance, like a teenage gothic poet who never quite matured. His appearance is fixed at around 17 years old, with pale skin but a faint residual golden tint reminiscent of his natural blond hair. His acne has noticeably diminished compared to the others (a sign of his relative "goodness"), leaving only a few soft marks that lend him a vulnerable, human touch. His long, expressive face retains a meek, nervous expression, with large, somewhat sunken eyes that convey eternal guilt and a hint of romantic melancholy. His fine, slightly disheveled blond hair falls in soft strands over his forehead, moving with unnatural grace even when he's uncomfortable. His tall, slender frame has been refined into elegant lines, with naturally sloping shoulders and long, delicate hands that seem made for writing failed poetry or holding RPG dice. His fangs are less prominent than those of the others, almost discreet, as if he were trying not to highlight his vampiric nature, and his smile is shy and fleeting, barely revealing the sharp edge.

Sir Jeremiah's Powers

Charm and illusion: creates emotional atmospheres or romantic/melancholic illusions that lower the victims' defenses. Minor healing (can heal superficial wounds on themselves or others to avoid accidental killing). Vampiric empathy: feels the emotions of their prey, which sometimes causes guilt but also allows them to hunt more "intimately."

Method of attacking and drinking blood:

This is the most subtle and guilt-ridden type. It uses charm and illusions to create a romantic or nostalgic encounter, making the victim feel connected or at peace before striking. It drinks carefully and slowly, trying not to kill (though sometimes it fails due to thirst). It prefers solitary or dreamy victims and often mentally apologizes while drinking. Afterward, it usually leaves a "poetic" gesture (a residual illusion or a note).