Rhavyn Kitaj Alastor-Braveheart

Sovereign of clan Daggers of Serpent’s Shadow

Born in the Highlands of Scotland. Grew up and was married at 17 to a Vampire Prince from eastern Europe as an alliance. Turned at age 367.

I was born before the white god rose from the desert and spread his followers over the world. My father was Sidhe royalty and my mother was a born witch — her blood traced back to a dragon mother, and her magic proved greater than simple witchcraft. I grew up in the royal courts and learned magic at my mother’s knee; she grew frail and passed when I was 13.

At 17 I was brought to the high court and married to a vampire prince named Krystos. I was taken from the highlands to live in the mountains now known as eastern Europe. In time, what began as an arranged political union slowly became friendship and then love — not fiery passion at first, but the steady attachment of centuries.

When Krystos’s father was slain by a rogue fringe sect, political pressure forced Krystos to embrace me in public. The belief was that I would lose my Fae powers — instead the combination of Sidhe, witch, and dragon-blood with vampire blood made me something else: vampire nature and retained Fae/witch powers.

We hunted the rogues and brought many to trial. Under interrogation a terrible revelation emerged: my father had set events in motion before my marriage. I was captured, imprisoned with rune-etched cold-iron restraints which negated my powers. Torture followed; I blocked most of that pain from my sire’s mind. They forced me into raven form. Krystos knew I was innocent, but council pressure remained.

My wings were broken. I broke, let my sire feel my pain; he flew into a blood rage to save me. It was a trap. They killed him. At the instant of his death his power transferred to me as his heir. I do not fully remember what I did afterward — only that half the council died and I was bathed in blood. I rampaged across the continent searching for my father. After my revenge, I spent centuries in the daemon realm with a Chaos Lord who made me his avatar — a bargain tied to the vengeance I carried. Eventually I inherited my father’s court, rejected it, and left it with a distant cousin.

The vampire conclave dissolved into factions and war. I wandered, learning alchemy and sorcery; I avoided courts and realms until roughly 350 years ago when I returned to the vampire world and found politics largely unchanged. I was drawn to the Veil of Night and found a place that resonated with both what I had been and what I might become.