Where humans range in talent, the vampires bravado exists within the realm of the supernatural. They are the undead deamons that haunt the rings of Lucifer's domain. Where human's are the plain Jane, vampires are the belle of the ball. The being whose existence draws the eye; their charming guile a lethal weapon. Not all vampires are created alike, however. Where some may pass off as human, there are those whose revolting profile leaves maids faint and children screaming. They are the creatures birthed from wicked nightmares - a terror to behold. Mother's, hold your babes tight tonight lest they fall prey to malignant hunger.

They are the bold, the brave, the stalwart aegis. Hunters. Crafters. Kings and queens. A menagerie of talents they boast for they are the ones blessed with free will and ingenuity. Unlike most creatures on Klewyth, they are unique in their guise. A plethora of skin tones ranging from dark to fair coat their flesh and hardy bones. Structures of face and body a wide territory of variety built from the centuries of their ancestry. Their hair is a unique reflection of this worlds magic as it shimmers in shades of auburn, black, ranges of blues and greens. There is no limit to the colours they present.

Long ago they swam the seas and raced in rushing rivers. They are primordial fae-folk, water spirits that have existed - some speculate - longer than time itself. There were none so brave that could tame the wild muirinn. Lo', the tangled algae mane of the river-bound horse, the slick skin of the sea-bound seal. Two physical forms so vastly different, yet, their magic and shift remain the same. Many fear these wild spirits. Some look upon their convincing human faces with an unadulterated passion when they return to the shore. Listen not to the muirinn's call nor their beckoning song. A watery grave awaits such love-lorn fools.