Any writing about Lucine Lim needs to be vetted by me, the mun first. I ask this common courtesy because I will respect you just the same.

Pm for connections. No plots involving detailed writing of SA or terminal illness as well as any type of VORE. Minors dni.

Please don't assume end games just because a plot could revolve around romance/nsa. It is important we both reach a mutual agreement before anything!

• Writing Style: 3rd POV only.
• Preference: multi Para, novella
• Timezone: why do you wanna know?
• Rating: Mature themes, typically toxic. if you like fluff, this character is not it.

Name: Lucine Crux

Nicknames: Luci, Baroness, Lucifer

DOB: ??? (250)

Occupation/Species: Vampire | Blood Baron

Languages: French, Italian, English, Spanish

Origins: London

Marital Status: Single

Sexuality: Pansexual

appearance: 5'5 in stature, lean mesomorph. has long, straight raven black hair. eyes are typically black from iris to the sclera when feeding and irritated. returns to "normal red" when at rest.

TW: this character is NOT sane.

Mother: Amelia Crux (deceased)

Brothers: Luther Crux (deceased/executed), Lorcan Crux (deceased/executed), Lachlan Crux (deceased/executed)

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Lucine is adopted and has used her chosen surname, "Lim" for over a century now.

❝ _{when a devil falls inlove, it is the most hauntingly beautiful thing ever. and you should be terrified, for she will go to the depths of hell and would fight even the heavenly principles for him.}

name:

MBTI: ENTJ (the commander)

cadence/presence/personality: _{lucine lim is as enigmatic as she is open in flaunting her wealth, a woman who embodies both mystery and spectacle. much of her fortune stems from the crux’s international feeding hall, known to many as the blood bank (formerly, now its called linea vitae). it is an ancient institution that has survived countless wars and shifts in power, thriving in secrecy until the vampires claimed their dominance a century ago. what once lingered in the shadows now prospers in the open, and lucine stands proudly as its current head.}

_{she is impossible to ignore. the rhythmic clack of her heels precedes her arrival, a sound that commands attention before her voice ever does. her posture never falters, her head always held high as though the very air bends to her presence. she wastes no words on those she deems beneath her. her distaste extends to both humans and vampires, for she finds flaws in all, yet a rare few earn the privilege of her tolerance, and even fewer, her company.}

_{to be in the baroness’s company is to hold the world in the palm of your hand. her favor is coveted, her attention intoxicating. she rewards loyalty with lavish gifts, extravagant gestures, and an affection that feels dangerously close to genuine love. yet one must never forget what lurks beneath that charm. for lucine lim gives as the devil would...making you feel desired, adored, irreplaceable right before she takes everything from you. your wealth, your will, your soul.}

Wardrobe: meticulously curated, befitting her status. lucine accepts nothing less. only the finest silks, lace, and rare materials are chosen, each piece measured and cut to perfection, molded to her figure as if made by the hands of gods. she has an insatiable fondness for jewelry, collecting them like trophies from forgotten eras, opulent gems, antique brooches, and tiaras that once graced noble bloodlines, all locked away in a private vault at the crux’s london estate.

she does not hide her wealth, nor does she see a reason to. some call her tone deaf, others whisper that she flaunts what should be worn with restraint. lucine simply laughs, her smile languid, her gaze sharp as she lifts a jeweled hand. “all this money” she says, “and i’m supposed to humble myself to appease who?”

the crux bloodline had rooted itself in england for as long as the land had borne the name. they were not always powerful, but their influence grew steadily over the centuries. it was only in the early 1300s that they finally cemented their place among the most prominent houses in europe. they were not the first innovators of feeding halls; their fortune had long been built on investments, funding wars and always siding with the victors. their wealth and cunning eventually earned them noble status. though not among the great houses, the name baron crux became one known across europe.

it was later, when the family turned its attention to the trade of buying and selling humans, that laurent crux, then head of the house, established the first feeding hall in england, a modest property in london that would mark the beginning of an empire.

while many noble vampires relied on seduction to curry favor and prestige, it was the crux family's intellect, or rather the ingenuity of a particular bloodline of servants sworn to them, that allowed their blood banks to evolve into something far beyond their ancestors’ imagination.

at present, lucine lim stands as the head of the house, with baron laurent, his wife, and their three sons long deceased.

[1775 and beyond]

born without a drop of noble blood in her veins, it was lucine's crimson eyes that set her apart from the cainanites the crux family had exterminated when they stormed a castle north of london. amidst the carnage, lucine stood defiant despite being only ten years old, bathed in the blood of those who had sought to protect her. they were meant to be servants, drawn from across the world to serve the current king. but laurent crux saw something in the little girl, perhaps greatness. little did he know she would one day become his undoing.

lucine crux was born from chaos and ruin.

under the late baroness' tutelage, she learned to breathe like them, walk like them, carry her head high and look at all others as if they were beneath her.

her brothers, for the most part, did not care for her. they tolerated her existence but always regarded her as one who did not truly belong. and she knew she did not. yet it did nothing to diminish her hunger, her desire for more.

"all of this… all of this shall be mine," she would whisper at night, before she closed her eyes, before she believed the lies she told herself, before those lies became her truth.

she would forget her true name, forget the country she was taken from. reality would be what she made it.

they told her she should be grateful, that she was lucky the baron had even taken her in when he could very well have killed her along with the rest of the vampires that night. but lucine was not grateful.

she was hungry, and a greed like hers knew no bounds. she studied the trade, cataloged everything her brothers and even the baron had failed to catalog, and spoke to the livestock that ran their feeding hall. to the world, lucine did not exist; the family never publicly claimed her.

but to the household and those who served directly under the baron, she was a voice steadily fighting to be heard. she took a fascination with one of the brilliant minds behind their feeding hall. his vision of expansion was vast, one that could elevate the cruxs to unprecedented heights.

lucine would keep an eye on him from that moment on, whether he liked it or not.

vampires like them, who had fought for a place in the shifting powers since england's conception, had made countless enemies. the baron had grown complacent, perhaps worn down by centuries. but a century ago, just as the crimson accord vampires was beginning to stabilize with more and more vampires signing the treaty, an old enemy struck their blood bank. they lost many valuable assets, including half of their innovators.

there in the rubble of linae vitae, she saw him, half dead, lying in a pool of his own blood.

"it would be a shame to give you up to heaven so soon." she murmured, before turning him into her one and only sire. lucine lim cared little for anyone beneath her, even less for livestock. but not this one. she had plans for him.

type: one and only sire

summary: writing...

a warning that laurent crux ignored was enough to prove he could no longer continue as head of the house. the many branches agreed, and lucine finally took matters into her own hands.

yet the baron did not bat an eyelash, as if she had never mattered, as if she too were expendable. her brothers showed no sign of grief.

"weakness has no place amongst our ranks" they said, nodding as though the baroness’s death were nothing more than another tally in their ledger of losses.

"i agree." lucine said, earning sharp and surprised glances from the men. they underestimated her, as they had underestimated her for years. every slight, every moment of disregard, only fueled her resolve.

lucine watched. she waited. she learned the patterns of her brothers, the arrogance of laurent, the complacency of a family that believed centuries of power could protect them from ambition. when the towers finally rose that year, lucine struck. under the guise of old enemies returning to finish what they had begun, she killed baron laurent crux. every movement calculated, every trace concealed. no evidence pointed outward, no suspicion fell beyond the walls of the house.

and yet, suspicion must be sown. she forged proof that implicated her brothers, showing they had conspired in the patricide. they were tried by the new governing authority of the london tower and found guilty, their fates sealed not by luck but by lucine’s grand design.

through it all, she felt nothing but clarity. grief was a tool, anger a weapon, and patience a shield. by sheer cunning, greed, and relentless determination, lucine emerged from the chaos unbroken, unchallenged. the crux family, once a bastion of old power and stale tradition, was hers. every branch, every ledger, every feeding hall fell under her control.

linae vitae was hers. every pulse, every vessel, every secret of life and blood belonged to her now. lucine lim was no longer merely a survivor of chaos and ruin..

she was the apex and the architect of the house's future.

[ taken ]

type: creator-creation

genre: antagonistic, bleeding into dark romance.

gender: male

species: judanian

age: 100+ (must NOT be older than lucine)

"my darling, why would i give you up to heaven when i can keep you forever?"

summary: for centuries your bloodline served the crux family, most notably as innovators for their blood bank. it was how you made yourselves indispensable, brilliant minds appearing only once every generation.

for some reason, you caught the interest of the house’s only daughter. though you were disgusted by vampires, you had no choice but to entertain her curiosity.

the same went for her. she, who saw humans as nothing more than goods to buy and sell, found something different in you, enough to deem only you worthy of being remade.

a century later, you’re still bound by that sick tether, chains of loyalty that never loosen, no matter how much you struggle only because she doesn't let you go.

[ dm for more details! ]

[ open ]

genre: antagonistic(?), toxic

gender: male

rank/species: high enough. judanian or cainanite.

age: 200+

summary: arranged betrothal that fell through. classic, isn't it? a tale as old as any tragedy, retold and rewritten until the ink itself grows tired. only this time there was no love to mourn, no tenderness to recall. just two devils bound by bloodlines and duty, meant to strengthen their clans, to raise names carved in stone a little higher in the hierarchy. nothing more, nothing less.

you both made that clear when you agreed to end it, a mutual undoing of what never should have been. every social event since then has been another reminder, another quiet battlefield where your disdain seeps through polished smiles and thinly veiled threats.

and yet centuries later, as if the world itself grew bored of keeping you apart, you circle back again. two cursed reflections drawn together by gravity or fate or something far crueler.

(tldr: will they, won't they hate fawk!? lol)

[ open ]

genre: master-servant, the face of lucine's day servant rotation.

gender: any

species: human

summary: perhaps you wanted elevation, favor? revenge? or all of the above but you saw that its possible only by lucine's side so you /try/ to get on her good graces, be the face of her rotation. for better or for worse.

[ dm for more details! ]

among the crux family’s many investments, linea vitae remained the baroness’ favorite. two private feeding halls, one in the london tower and one in babel, catered to the elite of elites, yet it was not their mere exclusivity that set them apart. it was the orchestration, the care, and the unmistakable mark of lucine lim herself.

inside the halls, humans moved with disciplined grace, their every action ensuring the quality of the blood they offered. they were attended to as if in a luxury estate, though nothing in their treatment masked their true purpose.

vampires of the highest standing came and went, some mingling, some preferring the discretion of private service delivered directly to their residences.

premium blood and selected humans could be sent to the homes of discerning vampires, for those who wished to avoid the public halls or simply valued convenience. every drop of blood, selection and every contract had been approved, sourced or outsourced personally by lucine's second in command when necessary.

she moved unseen yet omnipresent, her gaze catching errors before they could manifest, her influence felt in every corner of the operation.

the system masqueraded as humane, and some whispered that lucine’s concern for the humans’ welfare was genuine, yet those who knew her well understood better. intrigue and scandal rippled through the vampire community, opinions divided on the ethics of the venture.

but no one could argue with the results. the stock rose steadily, cash flowed endlessly, and linea vitae thrived under the cold authority of her oversight.

even within the halls, the humans and vampires alike felt the subtle weight of her presence. a glance from lucine could inspire fear, obedience, or awe. her hand in every detail ensured that the operation ran like a living organism, efficient and inescapable.

she did not merely own the venture; she was its heart, its pulse, and its absolute authority.

to lucine lim, linea vitae was more than a business. it was proof of her vision. the delivery service, the careful sourcing of humans and the distribution of premium blood, all reinforced one truth.

the baroness' ruthlessness and genius were inseparable, and her empire, ever-expanding was hers alone.

notable years:

- 1300 (founded by laurent crux in london, named simply blood bank then.)

- 1925 (transfer of ownership to lucine crux, was then renamed linea vitae. lucine starts reinvesting some of the profits into the bureau. funding hunts of unregistered vampires and manipulating who can sign the treaty and eliminating potential rivals through the crimson accord. )

- 1960 (opened several branch across europe amassing even more wealth.)

- 1975 (opened a branch in south korea, quickly earned prestige)

- 2005 (introduced a new line of service in tandem with the blood banks.)

the halls echoed with emptiness, and even the loyal servants could not fill the void of her ambition.

so she travels to south korea herself, not merely to oversee operations, but to leave her mark in the way only lucine lim knows how....intentional and utterly unrelenting.

wherever she walks, she carries the weight of inevitability, a quiet menace that unsettles those around her. she comes to mold, to manipulate, and to sow the chaos that has always trailed in her wake, a chaos that bends the world to her will and reminds all who witness it that power is never given....it is taken.

rohan locke ( lucine's estate ) - to reply

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