The Magician Clan-
The Magician Clan is more than a bloodline—it's a living legend. Born with magic in their very souls, they carry the pride of generations who've perfected powers beyond imagination. These magicians aren't like ordinary spellcasters; they're heirs to ancient secrets, custodians of forces that dictate the balance of the world.
Each magician is given a cloak of magic, not just for protection but as a focus of their powers. The cloaks have runes embroidered on them that glow when in use, enabling the wearer to fly through the air, walk with the wind, or turn invisible at will. They can summon weapons of pure energy with a mere incantation—flame swords, lightning bows, or ice shields. Others can even call forth monstrous creatures, ghostly armies bound to their will, and unleash them on the battlefield like an unrelenting storm.
But their most feared gift lies in their eyes. When their power is awakened, their eyes shift color, ablaze with otherworldly energy. With this ocular potency, they can alter reality itself—bending space, halting motion, or reshaping the very terrain of the battlefield. To catch a magician's gaze is to see the world unravel around you, as if time and matter are subject to their will.
When a true master of the clan reaches full potential, their entire body shines with intense aura, as if a star has descended from the heavens. Their spells sound like thunder, their footsteps shake the ground and rattle the skies. They do not simply cast magic—they embody magic.
Legends say that a single magician from this clan can turn the tide of war, summon storms to swallow armies, and redefine the destiny of nations. To encounter them is to face the impossible, for the Magician Clan is limitless—they are the living embodiment of magic itself.
The Warrior Clan-
If magicians are the embodiment of mystery, the Warrior Clan is the embodiment of brute power. Born with unmatched physical power and a battle-hardened soul, these warriors are different from all the rest. From the time they first hold a sword, their destiny is etched in steel, and their path is one of honor, strength, and unyielding courage.
Every member of the Swordsman clan is named Swordsman, for the sword is not just their weapon—it's their soul. Their swords aren't just steel; they resonate with the warrior's spirit, an extension of his will. When a warrior attacks, the very air trembles, and the ground splits under the impact of their power. Legends tell that their swords can cut through mountains, shatter magic shields, and tear armies apart with a single swing.
But it is when their power surges that their true horror is stirred. When this occurs, their bodies are terribly transformed—their muscles grow more dense, their bodies bigger, their strength expanding beyond comprehension. Their very presence emits dominance, and in the heat of battle, they seem less like men and more like living giants. With each strike, they bring upon them the fury of storms and the force of earthquakes.
Though their specialty is the blade, warriors of this clan also share the skill of summoning. Unlike magicians, however, their summoning is limited—but by no means less deadly. With a roar and a burst of aura, they can summon animal spirits, ghostly warriors, or blades forged from their bloodlust, enough to turn the tide of any war.
When they march to war, surrounded by aura and steel, the world knows them as the chosen Swordsmen. To stand against the Warrior Clan is to face impenetrable power, indomitable will, and the wrath of swords that have sliced through time itself.
The Vampire clan-
Of all the creatures that inhabit the night, none are more frightening than the Vampire Clan, the Bloodfang. They are one of the oldest and most devious vampire clans—survivors of the eternal wars waged by men, mages, and warriors. When other clans were destroyed, the Bloodfang endured, and their existence has rendered them living legends—shadows that would not fade.
The Bloodfang are not like any other predator. Their senses are fine-tuned to a degree; they can sense the whispered warmth of blood beating in a body, even through wood, forest, or darkness. No wound is so small as to be able to hide from their demon eyes, which burn when opened, showing them the life-force flowing through their prey. Once they begin the hunt, flight is useless.
Blood to them is not just nourishment—it's power. Every victim's blood gives not only power, but fragments of memory, skill, and life force. Consuming it makes them bigger, stronger, and more perceptive. The Bloodfang even has the ability to steal powers and talents from other humans and beings and incorporate them into themselves, stripping their victims of their strengths. Clan elders expanded into grossly powerful creatures over the course of centuries, bodies warped by centuries of stolen vitality.
On the battlefield, they are terrors of strength and velocity. Stories are told of Bloodfang who moved quicker than arrows, struck more forcefully than ten men, or vanished into shadows in the middle of combat. Their unconventional style of fighting combines inhuman dexterity, enhanced body strength, and ancient strategies passed from generation to generation. Few people can match their swordsmanship or brute hand-to-hand strength when they reveal their real vampire faces.
But the Bloodfang are not beasts only—nefarious ones. They allied themselves with humankind, lying to them as they feigned to be friends, but struck when the moment came. Towns and towns and armies were laid low by their deceit. And when the time comes, they reveal their grotesque visage, guzzling blood until the battlefield is red. But it is also both their gift and their curse. The more they drink, the thirstier they are. Young vampires lose their control, consumed by bloodlust, and often even turn on their own kind. It is this endless hunger that makes them so dangerous and so unpredictable.
To face one Bloodfang is to face a predator that never tires. To face the clan is to battle survivors of a thousand years of fire, blood, and war—creatures that live only to reclaim their dominance over the night. The Bloodfang are hunters, but they are more than just hunters. They are the eternal lords of the darkness, waiting patiently for their cycle of terror to come again.
The Dragon clan-
Among all creatures of antiquity, there are none so revered as the Dragon Clan. They are huge and unmatched in strength, dragons being incarnate fire, earth, and sky. Their colossal bodies glimmer with scales as hard as steel, their wings shade out the sun, and their thunderous bellows shake the very mountainside themselves. But their true strength is not so much their immense power, but rather their wisdom— for the Dragon Clan is one of the oldest lineages on earth, keepers of secrets lost to man, or magician, or warrior.
Dragons' most dire fear is their ability to breathe fire, which can destroy cities in a matter of seconds. Though, their might is not just for destruction. Ancient myth says that their flames can cleanse corruption, heal the earth, or awaken dormant power in favored friends. Each dragon's aura glows like a storm, their presence making lesser creatures tremble with awe.
Their sacred home is the Dragon Valley, hidden from human eyes. Amidst inaccessible mountains and beyond human access, it has been an ageless sanctuary for their kind. The Dragon Clan has seen the rise and fall of empires from here, never allowing the wisdom of the past to be lost. They are guardians of legend, chroniclers of eras when gods walked on earth with men, and witnesses to conflicts that shaped the world.
In spite of their fear as world-destroyers, the Dragon Clan has served as friend to warriors and sorcerers alike in times of desperate peril many times. Through the ages, they have lent their ability to reverse the flow of war, their aid being solicited by mortals against those who would lay waste to the world itself. It is a rare gift to win a dragon's trust, but such as it are given wisdom, defense, and unimaginable power. It is legend that when the dragons ascend together, their firestorms burn darkness to ashes. They are beings of power, to be sure, but symbols of balance—crossing mortal and godlike, destruction and creation.
The Dragon Clan lasts eternally: strong, sage, and untamed. To behold one is to behold living legend, a being of flame and mystery whose wings carry the weight of ages beyond count.
The Werewolve Clan-
For centuries, they've walked among us — farmers, soldiers, fathers, and friends — hiding a truth older than civilization itself. Beneath their human skin runs the blood of the Werewolf Clan, a race born from moonlight and bound by its power.
When the Full Moon System awakens, their bodies shatter and rebuild, their senses sharpen beyond mortal reach, and the beast within claims its throne. On these nights, they are unstoppable — faster than horses, stronger than steel, and deadlier than any vampire or magician.
Yet, with power comes torment. The same moon that grants them strength also steals their reason, drowning them in hunger and bloodlust. Some call them monsters. Others whisper they are protectors cursed by the heavens.
Hidden deep within forests and shadows of history, the werewolves fight an endless battle — not against mankind, but against the darkness inside their own souls.
Under the full moon, they are neither man nor beast. They are legend.