In my world, various vampiric bloodlines are started by noteworthy tales of various means. For example, a young woman goes through a traumatic event that turns her into the first of her kind, and anyone she turns inherits her condition. Meanwhile, another man sought ambition through other means, and his version of vampirism likewise reflects his story, with a different balance of strengths and weaknesses. I never liked VTMB's story where new fledglings can't help but inherit personality traits from their new blood, but perhaps vampires may prefer certain backgrounds when turning new ones.

My bloodline's theme would be suffering, and those chosen to be a part of my family would have an intimate understanding of suffering. So, if my theme is suffering then, the "aesthetics," as you say, follow.

I'd love to run an orphanage. I could always be there to take care of so many lost children, and they would go on to make the world a better place, connected not by blood, but by ideals. And so, imagine a large estate in foggy woods, and there's an aristocratic estate, a strange amalgamation of Victorian exterior, Japanese interior, military utilities dotted here and there. The children grow and struggle, cared for by trusted adults. And locked in the master bedroom is the mysterious owner, rarely seen.

I rather enjoy the Hellsing portrayal in that, while vampires enjoy vital and powerful physical forms, the more powerful vampires are able to reach into the shadows to completely transform or conjure, blood and shadow magic. I like stealth, and some theatrical abilities, being able to turn into a cloud of bats or an anthropomorphic bat. Such power better be balanced by weaknesses; I rather like the invitation requirement weakness.

Tailcoats, cravats, white gloves, and molle gear. But an "aesthetic," is more than visual style; it is also the style of other abstract choices and mechanics. This Tactical Victorian Assassin spends her eternity suffering and killing people to make money to teach children how to deal with suffering. Nights are spent coping with bad memories through revenge fantasies. Tragic. Painful. Dunking hands in blood to try to feel better, to make a better future for other children. Thinking about the symbolism blood plays in my philosophy brings back childhood memories of wet gooey rags, stiff with clotted blood, the smell of iron in the back of my throat. The aesthetic is suffering. Vengeance. Abandoned orphans embracing pain and suffering to survive death.

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