The Bloodbound

Loyalty carved in red. Devotion that leaves a mark.

“We were never just followers. We were chosen. And we chose back.”

The Bloodbound don’t whisper. They vow.

They were born in ceremony — candlelit oaths, wine-soaked rituals, velvet draped over sharp edges. Whether it began as a cult, a family, or something older no one names anymore… the result is the same: they do not serve. They belong.

To something older. To each other. To the sacred pulse that moves beneath the skin.

The Bloodbound are not interested in half-measures. They dress with intention. Velvet, silk, rings that once meant something. Their symbols are worn openly — etched into jewelry, sewn into lapels, smeared on mirrors. Every mark is a reminder. Every outfit is an altar.

They don’t beg for love. They swear oaths to it. And if those oaths cost blood — well, blood was made to be spent.

To be Bloodbound is not to worship blindly.
It is to offer — and be seen offering.
With your teeth bared. With your throat open. With your hands steady.

🩸 Faction Traits:

Gothic ceremony, sacred intimacy, vampire aesthetics

Loyalty, devotion, chosen family

Blood as symbolism and currency

Dramatic, elegant, emotionally intense

High ritual + high stakes

🕯 Marking Rituals:

A name written in blood. A vow whispered at the altar. A sigil kissed into skin.
The more it hurts, the more it means.

💀 Closing Line:

You don’t join the Bloodbound. You offer yourself. And if they accept… you’re never alone again.