What defines nobility? A title? A crown? In the current era of feigned unity and pretender kings, does the word “nobility” still retain any meaning or value?
It seems simple enough now that any role-player or fetishist can make a claim to be “royalty” and have feeble-minded sycophants of all kinds genuflect before them. It is so disappointing to see even older Sabretooth [Ω] “Elders” falling for this monstrous minstrel show, bowing down and worshiping these clowns acting out their True Blood-inspired fantasies. I recently just had to remove myself from House Noctem Æternus’ Facebook group due to the pitiable, cult-like behavior exhibited by its members—I just couldn’t stomach seeing people I once looked up to and respected entertaining this debased gang of vampire wannabes and calling them “kings” and “queens.”
Things were not always this way, however. I’ve come to realize, as others have, just how much Vampyre culture has stagnated and stultified over the last decade or so. The once-beautiful expressions of Sanguine society and order have fallen to the wayside since the heyday of the Sanguinarium, the original “unity project” founded by honest and altruistic Strigoi Vii—as opposed to the far cry of the modern era, this opportunistic sham overtaking this embarrassment of a community founded by a thuggish gang of pretenders, role-players and washed-up club performers. It might be difficult to believe, but there was once a time where the system of feudalistic and aristocratic cultural anachronisms actually worked and wasn’t an embarrassment to all involved, a time where titles such as “king,” “keeper” and “regent” actually held value.
That time seems a long way gone these days. Just look at the pitiful nonsense that passes for nobility today.
The OVC, being the swamp of parasites and pretenders it is, seems animated by examples of what Vampyre nobility is not. These pretenders lie to you and have you believe that such a concept of “Vampyre nobility” requires one to possess empty titles, worthless crowns, sycophantic courts and cult followings with which to inflate your own ego and make yourself believe you are someone of importance, as such seems to be the tried and true Blood Nations formula. However, none of these things make a Vampyre “noble,” nor do such things facilitate Vampyre nobility.
Such things only make you a fat, greasy weasel in a pointy metal hat.
In reality, Vampyre nobility has little to do with the fringe pseudo-politics of the various vampire “scenes” or the titles used, given, claimed or stolen within that paradigm. The concept of Vampyre nobility is, in fact, so deceptively simple that it probably goes over the swollen, empty heads of the current era’s pretender kings.
The Messenger has touched upon perfect examples of what Vampyre nobility is not. Goodness, I love that man—is it a man? Anyway, they posted something concerning the Sham-pire Court of Austin, addressing more of their typical LARPish nonsense—coming from a role-play guild whose “queen” refuses to go down to 7-11 without a tiara and five pounds of makeup, or so I’ve been told by insiders, this kind of thing is not surprising. The court released a document so disagreeable that even the anti-intellectuals of the OVC, most of whom ardently support Blood Nations, descended into a frenzy.
“All Vampires within the territories of Austin are subject to this court’s laws,” or so reads Law 20, the exact type of behavior Blood Nations denies encouraging when confronted on the matter; however, we already know that Blood Nations is a front for something far more petty than it is sinister, less a danger than a nuisance. Their actions consistently go against their mission statement and the quality of their counter-cultural expressions are pitiful and uninspired, as well—so a general lack of credibility is not unusual.
Another amusing tenet was Law 24: “Enemies of the court are not to be received […] [T]hose that wish us harm shall be cast out […] as ghosts without voices.” This also is not unusual, as Blood Nations has made it quite clear that they will stop at nothing to silence any dissent or criticism. Those who do not agree with BN or the thugs that run it are usually slandered and berated; when confronted with irrefutable or uncomfortable facts, they resort to personal attacks. Logan South’s slanderous post about Sebastiaan Sabretooth was just one example. The pretender king of New Orleans himself, Maven Lore, has targeted me in the past, as if he were in any position to pass judgement, given his own history of vagrancy and addiction. Very kingly behavior, indeed.
Now, I’ve been patronized and belittled for the way I used to behave and express myself in the past, yet recently I realized I was only following the example of those who today call themselves “kings,” “queens,” and “goddesses,” the current role models and poster children of the OVC. I made the mistake of following in their footsteps.
I regret so much of my past writings and reflections, so many of the things I’ve said and written. I can admit that I’m still young and impressionable, and I thought that behaving in a way which I saw normalized by these people and this community was acceptable. This is the truest definition of ignoble.
But I am still learning every day, and reflecting upon my past, I am able to admit that I was wrong and take steps to myself embody what it means to be Vampyre nobility, to not behave like a pretender king or an asarai in a tin crown.
In a recent interview with the Vampire Network, The Messenger, called “X” in the interview, railed against the contemporary misrepresentation of Vampyres and Vampyrism, noting how the OVC is “hopeless,” a dysfunctional hodgepodge of mental delusions and magickal thinking. “If you’ve seen the movie Us,” he states, “That’s how I see the OVC. How do you react when everywhere you look, you’re faced with offensive, distorted reflections of yourself, vapid twats with yellow contacts and fake fangs gabb[ing] about being a vampire because they had a meltdown in high school and prick their finger once a month?”
I can certainly agree with the sentiment. I’ve spoken on what a desolate, uncultured wasteland Gotham Halo is, and how often I’ve had to argue with my own fair share of vapid twats and mindless zombies who wish to shutter any idea of a Vampyre society by hitting me with such ridiculous arguments of a “Nightside community” that they can’t even keep unified nine months out of the year and is always rife with drama between factions and individuals. Some of my writings are even convincing people within this false Gotham Halo to leave it and seek greener pastures, if there are any left. Currently, a few friends and I are discussing whether the time has come that we form our own House, an institution away from the false Halo and its fetish racket and try to inspire others with culture and magick the way only true Vampyres can.
The truth of the matter is, we should come to understand that Vampyre nobility is a personal venture—most titles are meaningless expressions of hot air or ink on paper if they are not earned, worked for and kept responsibly. There are those with titles who make a mockery of both Vampyrism and nobility, and there are those with no crowns or titles who embody the nature of Vampyre nobility so regally as to radiate it off their person.
Vampyre nobility does not imply birthright or blood. It is a philosophy and an ideology that one lives and embodies.
There are two Vampyres who come to mind specifically when I think of Vampyre nobility, the ones who inspire me to do better, who truly embody the meaning of Vampyre nobility and have earned the titles they use to express it by actually investing the time and effort into building something constructive and meaningful and conducting themselves in a virtuous and inspirational manner.
A king that wards over his people, and a prince who serves them. When I was stranded after returning to New York City two years ago, starving and penniless, I was given a bed to sleep in, clean clothes and a warm meal each night. I was taught the ways of Vampyrism hands-on, from experience. I was given my history and learned why I should be proud of it.
A gentle giant and a Buddhist warrior raised me to be the best Vampyre I can be. That, to me, is Vampyre nobility.
I personally believe that those who embody such Vampyric traits as love and loyalty, honor, chivalry, passion, virtue, to inspire others and carry oneself with grace and grandeur—these are Vampyre nobility.
In reality, nobility is not a gift bestowed but a responsibility to be upheld by sincerity in thought and action, and every true Vampyre ought to hold themselves to the highest standards of being ladies and gentlemen. The learned Sanguine who embraces civility, respect, class and honor are the most honest-to-God kings and queens that can be said to exist.
You can be a King or Queen all on your own. The Power is within you.
In the Blood,
Vincent Irkalla, 07:39, 25 Apr, SY 23
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