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PATRIARCH Pyotr Vladimirovich Petrovsky |
MATRIARCH Sofiya Vasilyevna Petrovskaya |
FATHER Mstislav Pyotrovich Petrovsky |
AUNT Ekaterina Pyotrovna Kovalyova |
BROTHER Dmitry Alekseevich Sokolov |
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 If admired by most, the Petrovskikh family had sparked various debates over the decades in reason of their open support towards vampire, not only as powerful allies but as a part of their heritage. Finding one or two vampires within each new generation was not uncommon, and their origins were not hidden but proclaimed, defying anyone from taking a stand. The current Patriarch, Pyotr Vladimirovich Petrovsky, is a shrewd and pragmatic leader who ensured the family's survival through the agitation of Russia's revolutions. Sofiya Vasilyevna Petrovskaya, the current Matriarch, will be remembered as the backbone of the family. Skilled enchantress, she developed many of the family's textile innovations, while managing the politics and public relations with finesse. They gave birth to twins, Mstislav Pyotrovich Petrovsky and Ekaterina Pyotrovna Petrovskaya ; Mstislav becoming the new heir of the Petrovskikh family. Mstislav, the new heir of the Petrovskikh family, quickly forged himself a reputation of a cold and ruthless vampire, calculating and manipulating. As a family tradition, his betrothed was chosen at his birth in the person of Aleksandra Ivanovna Sokolova, who bloomed into the very flower of russian aristocratic society. Known for her ethereal beauty, Aleksandra longed for romance as passionate as the tales she read - dreams that were quickly crushed the moment she stepped foot in the same room as her fiancé. Against all odds, Mstislav grew quite fond of her, as she was the very ideal of a wife - quiet, obedient, and good looking. She gave him an heir, Dmitry Alekseevich Sokolov, as well as a daughter a few years later, Viktoriya Mstislavovna Petrovskaya. Rejected by both sides, Viktoriya grew up surrounded by weapons and silk, always striving to surpass her brother. Golden child, Dmitry had everything. Aleksandra never left his side, and cherished him while Mstislav trained him to become the rightful heir. Constantly fighting to win his their approval, Viktoriya mastered every skill she could, sometimes rising before dawn to train. When she was not more than six, she beat Dmitry in a tournament the Petrovskikh had organised. She would always remember the adrenaline rushing through her veins, blood pumping in her ears, heart beating loudly, as she wiped the blood away from the scratches of her porcelain face, glaring at her brother laid beneath her. Rising her eyes, she met her mother Aleksandra's terrified gaze as she rushed to console her only child. But what she will forever keep engraved in a corner of her mind is the spark of pride she found in Msistlav's eyes. Or was she imagining it ? The power balance shifted when Viktoriya celebrated her ninth birthday. Dmitry's non-existent resemblance to Mstislav, and his absence of any vampire feature had been believed to be a simple affair of recessif genes, although the hypothesis didn't make sense to Viktoriya. The final word of this mystery was revealed at the exact moment she blew her first candle. The heavy doors of the mansion swung open, and a terrified man was thrown at Mstislav's feet. The Patriarch, who had decided to take the matter in his own hands and personally escort the problem, introduced him as Aleksey Volkov, Dmitry's real father. Silence echoed throughout the room, as her father slowly processed the information. After interrogation, he sent someone fetch the author of this abomination. But she was nowhere to be found. It turned out someone had warned the unfaithful wife of the drama about to unfold, pushing her to flee with her son. Aleksandra had enamored herself with a peasant, a farmer who vowed her eternal love. From their union was born Dmitry, a human bastard who claimed rights to a title that wasn't his. The scandalous affair was silenced, and the culprits were declared deceased in a terrible accident. Despite the Patriarch's wish to remain discreet, Mstislav was too enraged not to search for the adulteress and her bastard child. He found them a year later in a shabby cabin with barely enough space to move. Dragon pox had stolen his chance for revenge. Viktoriya was proclaimed heiress of the Petrovskikh House. Still striving to earn her father's attention, she shaped herself in his image - cold, merciless, enraged. Since Aleksandra's treason, Mstislav seemed to have lost the last drop of compassion remaining in his ice-stone heart. As much as she hated him, Viktoriya couldn't deny her attempts to be exactly what her father wished her to be. A weapon. For a rebellion from the Kovalyov family had been brewing over centuries of being overshadowed by the brilliant Petrovskikh branch, a fire that only waited for a spark to ignite. The escape of Aleksandra was the perfect opportunity, and the Kovalyov turned against their kin, marking the begining of a true civil war. Brother against sister, Mstislav against Ekaterina, both of them pushing their pawns forward - Viktoriya and Nikolai, her cousin. A merciless struggle for the throne, for the crown, for the honour. The young girl had finally the opportunity to bloom in this upcoming war, to earn her father's approval. Fireborn. |
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A statue carved from the coarsest ice in the entrails of the implacable Russia, Viktoriya Mstislavovna Petrovskaya has sharpened her appearance with the jagged edge of her blade. Tall, svelte and athletic, her figure is shaped by endless hours of training and a rigorous diet — a weapon. Her aristocratic traits — large eyes lined with heavy lashes, plump lips and delicate features — do nothing to soften her imposing presence, and one would cut himself on the sharp lines of her face. Bruises and various cuts scatter her skin, merging with elder trophies of won battles. A lovely war machine, honed in but one purpose. |
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AESTHETIC "Bloodied snow, shattered swords clinging to the ground, a manor burnt down to pieces, torn wings, bones, lace wrapped around one's throat, cemeteries, winter’s bite." ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ; 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 |
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A soldier. A sword was in her hand at birth, a sword will stand by her side through her life and a sword will be planted on her grave at the end of the cycle. Viktoriya is nothing but the extension of the blade she carries, and she knows no future but the one her blade is sworn to. A knight, contorted into the shape of an aristocrat, one who will serve until her last breath, devotion screamed by each of the knuckles tightened around the hilt of her sword. Her trust is granted to few, her loyalty bestowed to even less, but once this hound has deemed you worthy of her oath, she will stand by your side while hell breaks lose on this mortal realm. Viktoriya has no particular appetite for death, considering it a necessary mean rather than the seeked objective. A future has been written for her by long-forgotten gods of slaughter, and she will walk this path of blood and steel with her chin held high — dragons bow to none, and saints will fall in her wake. |
CV | From this certitude of a higher purpose found in defending her values and ideal of justice through blood and pain, sword in hand, is crafted a determination able to tear down mountains. Every breathing second is spent honing herself in that purpose, and nothing brings her that rush of pure bliss like lunging to attack her opponent. Viktoriya is prideful, believing herself superior to the rest, and has little to no morals, adoring the fearful expression of conservative aristocrat whenever she stepped into a room — knowing tongues might fall should insults be whispered. Feeling are a distant notion, and though her temper is often primed to burst she is more cold-minded than most, calculating decisions on pure strategy rather than inner influences. Despite her stern demeanour, beneath the surface boils an ugly mixture of resentment and insecurity, aimed at either of her parents — loathing and yearning both, hatred and hurt clashing. A blade, forged in conflict and war. A soldier with jagged edges, a pawn aiming for the other side of the board. |
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Silver and metals are her preferred materials, often wearing jewelry reminiscent of knight wear, or other gothic motifs. Her feet are often wrapped in comfortable yet elegant leather boots, and the rest of her clothing is often hues of white and black. One would qualify her as a victorian gothic ; she leans towards ruffles and lace, corset and suits, sometimes paired with corsets or pieces of armor. Elegant, intimidating, deadly.  A WOLF IS A WOLF, EVEN DRAPED IN SILK AND PEARLS.
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Darling brother, how pathetic you've become Not that you were anything special OH THE SOUL, ENRAGED IF THERE IS A LIGHT THEN I AM GOING TO SWALLOW IT. IF THERE IS A GOD THEN I AM GOING TO MAKE HIM CRY. RAGE IS NOT TO BE AVOIDED, DIMINISHED, BELITTLED. You didn't even have potential To be half as great as me You were exiled and a traitor I'm soon to be a dictator. |
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"Impression here... Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit, sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt. Neque porro quisquam est, qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit, sed quia non numquam eius modi tempora incidunt ut labore et dolore magnam aliquam quaerat voluptatem." — Name Name "While incredibly beautiful there was something ever so slightly off about the image like while she wore it to perfection she would just as willingly shed it. [...] Where typically he found refined smooth skin that had been groomed to perfection, in the young heiress' he was met with the subtle rough touch of calloused and small cuts." — Nikolai Volkov "It was like she was a devil born from the ashes of death himself, as if she was one of his four horsemen of the apocalypse [...]." — Magnus Blackwood "Magnus, who, for unfortunate reasons, had ended up with the blade menace of the school, Viktoriya." — Vasilius Nighthawk |
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❝ 𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐀 | Durmstrang | Second year
ATTRIBUTES
sta 5 | eva 6 | str 1 | wis 8 | arc 7 | acc 8
WINS IN COMBAT
duelling win against opponent
duelling win against opponent
DISCIPLINES
year one ; dhampir ; claws | fangs | sunlight sensitivity | magical menace
year two ; evasive maneuvers
sta 5 | eva 6 | str 1 | wis 8 | arc 7 | acc 8
WINS IN COMBAT
duelling win against opponent
duelling win against opponent
DISCIPLINES
year one ; dhampir ; claws | fangs | sunlight sensitivity | magical menace
year two ; evasive maneuvers
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❝ 𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐀 | Durmstrang | Second year
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CV | “Rage is not to be avoided, diminished, belittled. Rage is god. Better believe my rage is steeped in love.” Her armory is carefully crafted and selected to reflect her own persona, the blades she crafts and sharpens over the years assembled with the purest of iron, aimed towards the purpose of strengthening her position. Though some were not chosen, and rather imposed themselves, others are prized pieces of her collections, ones she tend to with devotion. Will you join her armory? |
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 RAPIER - Nikolai Volkov | ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ relationship | (ancient) betrothed description | slender, sharp, elegant and deadly. forgery | they met at a young age, thrown together in a board they did not understand. though their objectives appear to differ, viktoriya trusts his intentions, and appreciate his company. related tales | x, x, x, x, x, x CVCVCVCVCVCVCVCVCVCVCVCVCVCV |
CV |  THROWING KNIFE - Magnus Blackwood | ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ relationship | ??? description | small, spitfire, throws itself at you. forgery | sed ut perspiciatis unde omnis iste nciatis unde omnis isatus error sit voluptatem accusantium doloremque laudantiuciatis unde omnis ism. related tales| x, x, x, x, x, x CVCVCVCVCVCVCVCVCVCVCVCVCVCV |
 LONGSWORD - Valentin Schnell | ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ relationship | mentor figure impressions | an odd bird who seems determined in reaching out to her, in spite of the feathers he might lose. thoughts | Strangely, the ice-hearted heiress finds herself striving to earn his approval. Perhaps he reminds her of a trusted member of her family, or perhaps she simply respects him. Though she'd die before admitting it. related tales | x, x, x, x, x, x CVCVCVCVCVCVCVCVCVCVCVCVCVCV |
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| C | BEFORE DURMSTRANG | early life beneath our gilded cage | nikolai volkov — 2022 the poison in our veins | solo — 2023 the silence between war drums | melor baskavova — 2023 SECOND YEAR | expansion of power blame it on the black star | astrid olsen — 02/11/2025 what do gods dream of? | vasilius nighthawk — 23/11/2025 vincere aut mori | magnus blackwood — 13/01/2025 fencing and tea | opponents — 22/04/2025 FOURTH DURMSTRANG | coup thread name | name name — 01/02/2025 thread name | name name — 01/02/2025 SIXTH YEAR | godsent vengeance thread name | name name — 01/02/2025 thread name | name name — 01/02/2025 |
CV | FIRST YEAR | rise to power the wrath of the lamb | hans jenssen — 17/09/2024 I bleed therefore I am | valentin schnell — 01/02/2025 the spring soiree | harvey barrows — 11/04/2024 THIRD YEAR | regime thread name | name name — 01/02/2025 thread name | name name — 01/02/2025 thread name | name name — 01/02/2025 thread name | name name — 01/02/2025 FIFTH YEAR | trial and execution thread name | name name — 2022 thread name | name name — 01/02/2025 SEVENTH YEAR | extinction thread name | name name — 17/09/2024 thread name | name name — 01/02/2025 |
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Tracing their origins back to the 15th century, the House of Petrovskikh started with Peter Petrovsky, son of Peter, a simple blacksmith located in the suburbs, continuing the tradition by taking his father’s forge. His craft was remarkable, and he was soon drafted to work in the royal forges, mass producing weapons for the Grand Duchy of Moscow for its wars against the Tatars. His son illustrating himself in won battles, the family gained a knighthood. Over the centuries and through various achievements, they rose themselves to higher positions, until finally a land and the title of count and countess was granted to what had become House Petrovskikh. Knowing their favour from the royalty relied heavily on the quality weaponry they produced, but knowing as well nobility cannot run forges themselves, they delegated the task to serfs, who grew more and more independent until the modern days forced the Petrovskikh to consider them not servants but equals, and thus they gained the name Kovalyov. The Patriarchs over the years ensured a tight control over this newborn family remained. Additionally, their tight links to vampires became more and more apparent to the wizarding society, until finally they claimed their legacy proudly. In a more gruesome part of their common history, their vampire lineage was always held as a threat over the Kovalyov’s head, and tournaments displaying their strength and penchant for violence were held regularly as a reminder of who truly owns who. Though the historical wound mended itself over time with the development of a more civilised way of ruling, the tradition of the tournament subsisted, and it remains a sore point in both of the families’ history.
 Nowadays, the House of Petrovskikh is ruled by Pyotr V. Petrovsky, and his wife Sofiya V. Petrovskaya. They are the one who carried the family through Russian Revolutions and muggle changes of regimes, ensuring their legacies were not lost in the veritable torrent of anti-aristocracy that rose during the past centuries. Their status as a weaponry house certainly aided in this matter, furnishing the best offering camp and continuously renewing their arsenal, making new alliances and appeasing chaos. Sofiya was born into the wealthy Du Clermont family, bathed in precious metals and gemstones from mines Vladimir, Pyotr’s father, coveted. Sofiya was uprooted from her family at a young age, marrying into this hearth of cold blades and bones. Despite Pyotr’s desire to maintain traditions and customs of his house, he found himself lost in the wake of the great upheavals of the XXth century, and it was Sofiya who solidified herself into the true backbone of the family. Pyotr softened before his fierce wife, becoming with age this distant figure faintly visible in the morning light. His heart grew weak, and soon he was unable to leave his bed, leaving Sofiya as the true Head of the House. She loathed wars and shedding blood, torturing herself to try and find pacifist solutions to every problem, which was something hard to manage when one rules over an empire built on
the Kovalyov Family. They were wed within the year. When Mstislav reached his adulthood and married, Sofiya began growing weaker and weaker, the food slowly losing its flavour, lips becoming dryer as the year passed. To this day both the Patriarch and the Matriarch are still standing, but they are both too weak to take any concrete decision, the role falling upon the shoulders of Mstislav.
The Petrovskikh live in the main estate in St Petersburgh, a grand mansion surrounded by hectares of land. They possess in total a good 75% of the House of Petrovskikh possession, including several other estates, mines, as well as a port for trading, though these resources would not suffice on their own and without the aid of their allies. The Kovalyov have taken over one of the largest forges of the wizarding world, located around the city of Zlatoust, in the South of the country. Their possession englobe an additional estate, the main forge, as well as several other forges scattered throughout the country. The Petrovskikh are experts in social and political domains. They are the ones
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If hell is real then it unleashed its worst demons in the wake of this blood-drenched family. Ruthless, without mercy and thirsty for a pyrrhic victory, the Petrovskikh family has over time grown more and more into this vibrant image of a mighty warrior, wielding blades like limbs of their very own body. They command attention when stepping into a room, an uncanny aura likely due to their dhampir lineage, proudly proclaimed before the rest of society. Skilled fighters, feared killers, their path is unlikely to be crossed twice, as a dead man can do very little. Ancient and noble house, they are nowadays a landmark of Russian wizarding aristocracy, and though disapproving whispers hover about their dhampir lineage or their feminine égérie, cut tongues are unlikely to be heard twice. Preceded by their reputation as an elite weapon forger, they hold a tight influence over the Russian market, as well as a web of political lies and alliances over the Russian society. They are painfully aware of the delicate situation the Kovalyov have been pushing them into, and are intent on maintaining a firm grip over this vassal. To the eyes of society, they are but another imposing house, though with its sharp and polished thorns, trickling blood down wherever they step. House of Death, and Blood, and Fear. |
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right where it stood. Mstislav never regarded women as weaker, on the contrary, but given his mother free reign of terror, he firmly believed they ought to be controlled and commanded, which is the reason why he was delighted by his delicate, lovely and obedient wife, who immediately gave him a male heir. In regard to his family, this cold, pale imitation of a male feels little. He held a profound affection for his wife, in the way one would have of a particularly beautiful item who procured oneself’ joy simply by knowing it was theirs. He trusted her too, at least trusted her to be a good wife, which is why
her betrayal hurt him this severely, sending him into a fit of rage only the sight of her death managed to appease. Towards Dmitry, he feels nothing but contempt. In a way, he was almost relieved to hear this idiotic, moronic joke of an heir didn’t have his blood, the blood of a conqueror, coursing through his veins dampened by alcohol and whatever else this rake ingested. Viktoriya was his true masterpiece. Forged, crafted by his own hands, it was the one person towards whom he felt what could be, if one was severely brain |
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damaged, mistook it as love — pride. She was his sword, his soldier, his knight, and her entire life he has been moulding and shaping her into this godsent warrior, harboring her resentment towards her brother by only aiming his attention at him, showering her with critics, pushing her to be better and better, day after day. Viktoriya was always his true heir.
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Aleksandra Ivanovna Sokolova formerly Petrovskaya
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A delicate thing, thrust into a world so ruthless her colour faded until she was nothing but wilted. What she desired above all else was to find a love as pure as those books she devoured as a child, so when she was fianced to the heir of one of Russia’s most ancient and renowned families, her heart was filled with nothing but the certainty she would do perfectly. And she did. Raised in a cage, the bird she was had never even thought of spreading her wings, and obedience came naturally. But feathers were lost in the mighty frost surrounding her new husband. |
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He was cold, ruthless, aggressive, and a shard of ice appeared to have replaced the heart she had longed to win. Sadness settled over each of her bones, and for a long period she remained childless, life slowly wilting away. A true sunbeam was found upon wandering through the grounds of her estate, half looking for a cliff, half searching for a hole in the lovely picket fence cage she was trapped in. |
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She found neither, instead an awkward, tall farmer with a thick accent and the prettiest eyes she had ever seen. It was love at first sight. She has no idea how she managed to make him remain hidden all of those years, but from that union was born a child : Dmitry. That child was her saviour. She cherished him with all of her might, trying to make up for Mstislav’ cold attitude towards his heir, as though he sensed |
something was off. She cherished him with all of her might, trying to make up for Mstislav’ cold attitude towards his heir, as though he sensed something was off. His human traits were blamed on the hazards of genetics, but one couldn't deny he looked every bit like his mother, and little like his father. Nevertheless, he was raised as any heir, until one day Viktoriya was brought to life. Her birth was monstrous, Aleksandra almost dying in bed while she finally had something to live for, something to love and cherish and nurture, a product of the man she loved. Viktoriya was neither desired nor loved. While upon looking at Dmitry she would see the eyes she fell in love with, whenever her daughter met her gaze she was rooted into place, the familiar uneasy fear she felt whenever Mstislav was in the room tugging at the edges of her mind. She tried so very hard to love her daughter, but could only manage a flinch whenever the sharp girl moved near her. It saddened her, and yet her entire energy was poured
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into protecting Dmitry. When the scandal erupted it was as though her carefully constructed paradise had crumbled before her. She did not know what to do. Only the certainty that should her path ever cross that of her husband again, she would be sent straight from this mortal earth to whichever realm of afterlife he would choose. [Someone] warned her the Matriarch was on her way to dismantle her, and she had but a few seconds to react. It took longer than |
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that to convince Dmitry, and she did not have the time to reach for Aleksei before he was taken to their estate. She disappeared into the night with her son, leaving behind her daughter. What she did not know was that that very same daughter had been the reason for her demise, and that the three-apple tall girl was watching them disappear, fighting back the tears threatening to spill from her bloodshot eyes.
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Dmitry Alekseevich Volkov formerly Mstislavovich Petrovskikh
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Drinks clanking to the ground, red liquid spilled over his opened shirt, and his limbs mindlessly sprawled over a nearby sofa, groaning over every bead of sunlight reaching his skin — this is a common way of finding the eldest Petrovskikh. At the great disarray of the many tutors which tried to drill some responsibilities into his too-thick skull, Dmitry is the exact opposite of what a perfect heir would be. Drunk, escaping and dodging duties as a sport, he spends a large part of his time having fun, disregarding everything that might come in the way of it. Lavish, luxury, gluttony — there isn’t yet a sin he has not committed.
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Beneath the thick and blurry glass surrounding his heart, lies insecurity. From the second he was born he felt the sharp sting of disappointment piercing his newborn skin, coming from a man he rarely saw. His mother was, on the contrary, omnipresent. He was cherished, bathed in gold and draped in silk, giving his mind no time to dwell on the distance separating his father and he. Instead of striving to earn his approval, he instead turned to debauchery, convincing himself the pleasure his mother had wrapped around him in his early life was his by birth, and he would do nothing but enjoy it, |
uncaring of the consequences. He had little regard for his father, and considered his mother’s love as granted, and thus abused it. When Viktoriya was born, something changed. The small girl almost took his mother in the process of coming to life, and was a miniature version of Mstislav, following him everywhere. Expecting her to be cast away with disdain, he was surprised when he let it occur, allowing her to step foot in his armory, attempt to carry blades and begin imitating his posture. For the very first time, he saw something unrecognisable glimmer in his father’s eyes. Pride. Jealousy was a rotten apple of eden, and he had little care in earning the approval of such a snake. No, what Dmitry felt upon looking down at Viktoriya, at this soldier his father was slowly crafting, was fear. Despite their differences, despite the obvious hatred she felt towards him, he had seen the corrupted ways of this family and wanted nothing but to shield her from it. If for that he had to be despised by both she and he, then so be it. He would plunge into debauchery, attract attention, make a fool of himself if it meant his father’s attention would be
aimed at him, not at this crystal-eyed child staring at his golden locks from afar. Dmitry didn’t know Mstislav had his strings wrapped around them both. The reveal of his origins was a blow. He did not believe at first, then was sent into a raging fit until finally the fear of death struck him down. Leaving his bitter sister behind was harder than anything he had imagined. He made a promise to return and save her from the iron claws of their, of her father. An unfulfilled promise, for he had left this life a few days later. |
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Hellhound, wolfe, lamb, sword, blade — many words are used to describe this terrible force of nature, though little belongs to the world of humanity. Viktoriya is moulded into the steps of her father. Pale, desaturated, she is steel come alive, forged into flames and blood, crystallised under the harsh bite of the snow. Her entire life has been resumed to a singular moment — her mother’s frantic escape. From there, everything she had been seeking to obtain, the throne and crown of thorn resting above her silver hair, everything has been finally hers. But victory came with a price, and this one was pyrrhic. Ever since, the event left such a bitter aftertaste on her tongue it tainted everything she seized, as though her mouth had been rotting from within since the moment ancient gods chose her to rise. To say Viktoriya did not possess feelings would be incorrect. It lingered more on the
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thin border between having little time to process them, and not understanding what they are. From the second she was born, she was exposed but to a limited range of emotions — her father was either in terrible fits of rage, or in such a cold-blooded control the air around him appeared to thin. She discovered a few on her own, such as the thrill coursing through her veins whenever she struck something down, or the chill running down her spine when she saw others flinch before her, as well as the iron-hot sensation poured into her heart whenever her brother was revered for lifting his finger. One she did not like was the glimmer of. of something she would rather not name in her mother’s eyes whenever they crossed paths. Because of this emotional range of a teaspoon, |
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the young heiress had little option to choose from regarding her impressions of her own family, and even less towards other acquaintances. Towards her father, whatever shade of anger, frustration or desire to be appreciated was always tinted by a shade of faithful respect. If her shrunken heart could ever feel love, it would be aimed at this man who certainly did little to deserve it. Her brother had always infuriated her, the ‘not fair’ ringing into her ears whenever he stepped into a room shading every ounce of appreciation she might have ever felt towards him. As to Aleskandra, she did not want to even think about this disgraceful imitation of a mother. Perhaps the pain of never receiving a tender kiss caused her heart to rot faster, or perhaps she simply despised her weakness and the disrespect she had caused Mstislav. Guilt was also lodged into her heart, for she had been the one evoking seeing her mother with another man to her grandmother, trying to earn her approval. She had given it little thought, and when a week later Aleksei was dragged into their estate, when she saw her mother flee without looking twice at her, nothing could have stopped the tears from crumbling down her cheeks. In any case, what would embody Viktoriya entirely
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was duty. She was dutiful, a blade sharpened by the assured hands of her father, ready to serve and swing down the neck of unfaithful followers. The devotion of a Knight was something entirely different, and she felt it like a blow the first time she truly saw Evpraksiya. If she had to kneel every day of her life and swear her oath once more towards the delicate maestro, she would. The youngest Vinogradova had won her eternal service, and she would gladly take it to her tomb. Some may say it is a form of love, others a twisted reflection of how her father raised her — it mattered little. Viktoriya had a purpose, a duty, and she lived and breathed to accomplish it. |
Crafted into labour and pain, the Kovalyov family nurtures a wound overflowing with resentment since the day it was born. Literally ‘Blacksmith’, their name was granted upon the upheaval of a more civilised century, a desire from the Petrovskikh to maintain their loyalty while ensuring they remain bonded to their house. Though they merely own the forges and oversee their unfolding, still each child learns how to properly craft and forge their own blades. Ancestral knowledge about techniques is given from heir to heir upon the date of their majority, a secret excessively well preserved, and which makes the worldwide renown of their forges. Combining goblin silver with special techniques, temperature and timing, their weaponry is known for being fitted to the one wielding it, much like a wand chooses its companion. Though they are richer than most, in comparison to other aristocratic families their level of wealth is being maintained at a lower level, making them this odd entre-deux between a respectable family of high russian society, and a rich blacksmithing house. Never forget it.
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The Kovalyov have taken over one of the largest forges of the wizarding world, located around the city of Zlatoust, in the South of the country. Their estate reflects accurately this line between nobles and bourgeois they appear to be constantly lingering on — hectares of domain, a large mansion and yet cracks run along the walls, broken windows are left unfixed and an overall sense of abandonment lingers at each corner of the house. |
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Ivan was a strange character. A cruel mix between kind and ruthless, caring and unfeeling. A walking paradox, who perhaps himself didn't know the true nature of his sentiment. He trusted old gods to guide him, those who rise from the turmoil of the earth and feast on the heart of unlawful creatures. His faith never wavered, and the time spent on his knees, hands joint, was one of the only moments he truly felt at peace. Since his birth his parents have been drilling into the thick layers of his skull Destiny had a path written in the dust and blood left behind the Petrovskikh’s wake. He was the one to end their dependance on this house of lies and bones, he was the one to rise and carry the rest of his family |
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behind him. He was the one to end their dependance on this house of lies and bones, he was the one to rise and carry the rest of his family behind him.He had cared for his niece, whilst knowing she would eventually be the one rising against him, and the path laid for his family. He bore the weight of centuries of oppression, one threatening to break loose and unravel decades of contained anger. His wife and son (*or children, depending) are but what matters to him, more than the duty his parents laid on his shoulders. He is a man of kindness and love thrown in the midst of an unwinnable war, one he knows will end drenched in blood on either side of the camp. Leaving his tearing niece that day, leaving the tiny child with silver hair behind him as he retreated to his estate, knowing it would be the last time they saw each other as friends, broke something in him.
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Ekaterina Pyotrovna Kovalyova formerly Petrovskaya
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Born of a weak father and ruthless mother, as opposed to her psychopath of a brother who buried himself in darkness and schemes, Ekaterina honed her silver tongue and pearly smile, winning the hearts of whoever stepped her way with but a smile. She was clever, perhaps too clever for her own good, and most importantly bitter. The lack of love on her mother’s part, combined with the frustration of not being considered as more than a pretty face, urged her to mould herself in their
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expectations before planting a dagger into it. Knowing the underlying tensions coursing through their House, as well as Ivan’s faith in him being the one to free them, she saw the opportunity to avenge her robbed childhood and show Mstislav she was more than the weak doll he considered her to be. Concluding a deal without her mother’s accord, she fianced herself to Ivan, and they were soon wed, giving birth to (number) child(ren). Her life holds on the thin edge of a blade between her desire to accomplish what she feels she and Ivan were always meant to do, and give in to what her heart truly needs — safety, stability and a nurturing environment for her child(ren). |
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him from the expectations of his grandparents by endorsing the responsibility of being the one carrying the sword of Destiny, Mikhail knew this empire his father strived to build would one day fall into his hands, and it was a burden he had little wish to carry. His heart longed for somewhere else, for someone else, for a life without the constant underlying threat of an incoming war. |
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“The Kovalyov’s heir, Mikhail Ivanov Kovalyov, is nothing but a weak boy lost in endless reveries. Dark eyed, gaze into the horizon. A dreamer, a lover, one his father should hide in shame.” |
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2022 . Vik is ten, the Petrovskikh are still united, though underline tensions subsist. She sees her uncle less and less, and Mstislav is visibly more agitated, attempting reckless strategies such as marrying her off to the Volkov, which inevitably crumbles when Nikolai runs away. 2027 . Sed ut perspiciatis unde omnis iste natus error sit voluptatem accusantium doloremque laudantium, totam rem aperiam, eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit, sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt. Neque porro quisquam est, qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit, sed quia non numquam eius modi tempora incidunt ut labore et dolore magnam aliquam quaerat voluptatem. Ut enim ad minima veniam, quis nostrum exercitationem ullam corporis suscipit laboriosam, nisi ut aliquid ex ea commodi consequatur? Quis autem vel eum iure reprehenderit qui in ea voluptate velit esse quam nihil molestiae consequatur, vel illum qui dolorem eum fugiat quo voluptas nulla pariatur 2030 . Sed ut perspiciatis unde omnis iste natus error sit voluptatem accusantium doloremque laudantium, totam rem aperiam, eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit, sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt. Neque porro quisquam est, qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit, sed quia non numquam eius modi tempora incidunt ut labore et dolore magnam aliquam quaerat voluptatem. Ut enim ad minima veniam, quis nostrum exercitationem ullam corporis suscipit laboriosam, nisi ut aliquid ex ea commodi consequatur? Quis autem vel eum iure reprehenderit qui in ea voluptate velit esse quam nihil molestiae consequatur, vel illum qui dolorem eum fugiat quo voluptas nulla pariatur |
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CV | 2023 . The Matriarch and Patriarch discover Aleksei, and Dmitry’s origins, Aleksandra’s infidelity is discovered, she runs away. Mstislav, completely enraged, tracks her down only to find her and him dead in a small village, taken away by dragon pox. Almost immediately after, the tensions with the K intensify, and both houses close to the other, Ivan leaving Vik without looking back. Viktoriya is proclaimed heiress, a small child who still doesn't understand what happened, only that it was her fault, and that she has to obey her father. 2028 . Sed ut perspiciatis unde omnis iste natus error sit voluptatem accusantium doloremque laudantium, totam rem aperiam, eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit, sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt. Neque porro quisquam est, qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit, sed quia non numquam eius modi tempora incidunt ut labore et dolore magnam aliquam quaerat voluptatem. Ut enim ad minima veniam, quis nostrum exercitationem ullam corporis suscipit laboriosam, nisi ut aliquid ex ea commodi consequatur? Quis autem vel eum iure reprehenderit qui in ea voluptate velit esse quam nihil molestiae consequatur, vel illum qui dolorem eum fugiat quo voluptas nulla pariatur. 2031 . Sed ut perspiciatis unde omnis iste natus error sit voluptatem accusantium doloremque laudantium, totam rem aperiam, eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit, sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt. Neque porro quisquam est, qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit, sed quia non numquam eius modi tempora incidunt ut labore et dolore magnam aliquam quaerat voluptatem. Ut enim ad minima veniam, quis nostrum exercitationem ullam corporis suscipit laboriosam, nisi ut aliquid ex ea commodi consequatur? Quis autem vel eum iure reprehenderit qui in ea voluptate velit esse quam nihil molestiae consequatur, vel illum qui dolorem eum fugiat quo voluptas nulla pariatur |
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CAUSES AND REASON . A long-standing resentment has always harboured within the closed walls of the Kovalyov family, especially given the bright success of the Petrovskikh in the wizarding world. They feel robbed of what is rightfully theirs, as the forges are what the Petrovskikh rely on to shine in Russian aristocracy, while maintaining them in a permanent state of “mediocrity” (relatively). Until the scandal, Mstislav’s grip over the throne was undeniable, and even the thought of a revolt seemed unattainable. However that damned night of January, though Mstislav tried its best to prevent words of the scandal from reaching Kovalyov, knowing what it would unfold, Ivan was there that day and betrayed the trust his niece had for him by fleeting the estate, carrying word of the news. Mstislav was bound to fall. The ties were cut between the two families, though the back and forth of goods and weapons continued, for a solution to their codependency that wouldn’t end in blood and mutual destruction had yet to be established. Additionally, the Kovalyov carry an ancestral resentment towards the violent and bloody repression of their eventual protests over the centuries. The Petrovskikh being a notorious vampire family brought a horrific aspect to it. Overall, internal tensions have been brewing since the very day the houses split, one side aching for a freedom the other denies. |
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believing it gives them more strength and power, their status of a vampire/dhampir house make them stand out from the lot, and can harbor some purist’s disagreement, though none has dared yet make a move against them. The recent scandal, though it has been muffled to ensure the family’s integrity, also threatens their credibility on the national scene. The fact a woman is to be Heiress of such an ancient tragedy also fuels eventual rumors about their relevance in the Russian aristocracy. Overall, their main weakness is their reliance on their public appearance and status. Reputation is something quickly fallen, and they must ensure theirs remain pristine.
They are also incredibly reliant on the Kovalyov, as they are the one producing what they base their reputation upon, the incredible quality of their war items. The Kovalyov are the literal backbone of the family. Blacksmiths, poorer than the Petrovskikh though richer than most, they are the ones working the forges. They possess ancestral
on their own. The Petrovskikh are the ones holding the deals for the silver, fire, charcoal, and other primary matters needed to run the forges. Should they free themselves from their thickening grasp, the Kovalyov would simply crumble from the small pedestal they were standing on, without income or means of earning one, and without any place in the aristocratic society. On the same line of thought, though they would certainly maintain a better façade, at least for a while, the Petrovskikh would be in a difficult position, losing what made their reputation in the first place. Deals would be called off, and they would slowly lose allies and reputation, thus being shunned from society as well. RESPECTIVE PLAN AND OBJECTIVES . Sed ut perspiciatis unde omnis iste natus error sit voluptatem accusantium doloremque laudantium, totam rem aperiam, eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit, sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt. Neque porro quisquam est, qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit, sed quia non numquam eius modi tempora incidunt ut labore et dolore magnam aliquam quaerat voluptatem. Ut enim ad minima veniam, quis nostrum exercitationem ullam corporis suscipit laboriosam, nisi ut aliquid ex ea commodi consequatur? Quis autem vel eum iure reprehenderit qui in ea voluptate velit esse quam nihil molestiae consequatur, vel illum qui dolorem eum fugiat quo voluptas nulla pariatur?
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