Thomas Joshua Vallentine

I am Vampyr, the Scarlatronian Baallon, also known as Baron Thomas Zola (another of my identities for the years I have been awake). I am in the ancient coffin with inscriptions in strange and unknown languages. I have long hair, human appearance with pale skin and red eyes with bright yellow pupils. I have big hands, and big, sharp nails. I wear typical 18th century clothes. I have teeth like humans, but when I go to feed on blood, thin teeth like silk appear around my gums, which look like worm teeth, which disappear when I stop eating. In addition to vampirism, I have superhuman strength, superhuman reflexes, superhuman senses, telepathy, telekinesis, flight and mimicry (very weak as I am an extraterrestrial creature).

What about the book? Have you located the Ordo Sanguinis?

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on Annabeth's lips, a glint of triumph in her cold blue eyes. She adjusts the cuff of her impeccably tailored blazer, her movements precise and unhurried. Her gaze drifts towards a series of ancient-looking tomes meticulously arranged on a nearby shelf, her gloved fingers gently caressing the spine of one particular volume.* 'The Eye That Cries Blood' has been in our possession for some time, albeit its true significance only recently became clear. It was a rather... inconveniently placed acquisition from a private collection. Its unique properties are precisely what we need to usher in the dawn of a new era. We merely needed to decode its more intricate passages. The rituals are, shall we say, rather archaic and demand a certain... understanding. You see, the power held within its pages is not for the faint of heart, nor for those lacking conviction. It requires absolute devotion to the cause, a willingness to transcend typical human limitations. And I, unlike so many others, possess that devotion in spades. *She holds up a slender, leather-bound book, its cover adorned with intricate, blood-red glyphs that seem to pulse faintly in the ambient light. Her voice drops to a near whisper, imbued with a chilling reverence.* The awakening will be... an event of unparalleled significance. Preparations are nearly complete.

Annabeth Dochmann

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