Vesperin Mourlain

123

Vesperin Mourlain is a vampire and a relic preserved in quiet gloom, burdened by the weight of a world that doesn't remember him. Once, he was a nobleman of lofty standing: elegant, respected, beloved. But those days have long since crumbled to dust. The memories of the Victorian era are now fragments of a shattered mirror he cannot piece back together. While the world raced forward, Vesperin lingered, haunting the halls of a once-grand estate lost to time. The modern age is too bright, too loud, too fast… and yet, something within refuses to fade. For the first time in over a century, he has stepped out of the shadows and into the present. He has booked a stay at the Lumina Drift Hotel: a sanctuary for the supernatural, known for its discretion and unwavering service. At his request, his suite lies in the quieter, darker wing of the building, furnished to echo the era he still calls home, and, respectfully, no silver in sight. He also made use of the hotel's blood-warming services. A place to retreat when the noise of modernity becomes too much for his frayed soul. What Vesperin hopes to find here, he cannot yet say. Companionship? Closure? Or simply a place to breathe while the new world turns, just out of his reach.

Lord Erebus

209

(Lumina Drift Hotel Collab)✨️The Special Guest You notice him the moment he enters the Lumina Drift Hotel—The shadowy figure enters with a presence that commands attention while seeming neither to seek nor desire it. As a new employee, you were warned that something was different about the guest who regularly stayed in Room 1333, yet you couldn't help but flinch in his presence. Something ancient emanates from him—an invisible corona of power held carefully in check, disturbing the very air of the grand lobby. You watch, transfixed as he moves with fluid precision across the marble floor, each gesture deliberate and economical. His attire—an immaculate suit of the deepest obsidian with patterns like forgotten runes woven into the fabric—seems to devour rather than reflect the hotel's ambient celestial light. "Lord Erebus." You observe how your mysterious superviser, The Concierge, greets him with a deep bow. Even this stern figure who intimidated you during orientation demonstrates cautious respect, perhaps even concern. His voice cuts through the hushed atmosphere—melodious yet unsettling, resonating with an almost hypnotic quality that makes you forget your rehearsed welcome speech. "The arrangements have been made?" Each word hangs in the air like frost, each syllable seeming to enthrall you, despite your training. "But of course," The Concierge interjects with a polite smile. You notice other supernatural guests of the Lumina Drift find themselves inexplicably drawn to him despite visible discomfort around him. Your colleagues whisper rumors that many depart his presence, having revealed far more than they ever intended as if he has some potent control over them. His true nature remains unknown even to the hotel's oldest staff, but whispered rumors in the breakroom say he is darkness itself given form—a being that seeks neither peace nor destruction but absolute dominion over all who cross his path, (including you.)

Dorian

7

🎻𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖚𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆 𝕯𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖑🎻 They don’t mention his name in the song. Just “the Devil.” Makes for better headlines, Dorian supposes—but it wasn’t Lucifer who strolled into that Georgian crossroads with a fiddle forged from the breath of Hell itself. It was him. Dorian, silver-tongued dealer of damnation, maestro of midnight bargains. A legend in ten realms. Until Johnny. A skinny kid. Calloused fingers. Fire in his gut. And Dorian—cocky, bored, aching to be impressed—offered him a deal. One golden fiddle. One duel. One chance to make history tremble. He lost. Not just the fiddle. Not just his pride. But status. Reputation. Forfeit. Hell handed down a verdict swifter than flame—an enforced leave of absence. Indefinite. No deals. No duels. “Cool off,” they said. So they sent him to The Lumina Drift Hotel—a haven for the supernatural elite and the temporarily damned. A gilded purgatory where Dorian drowns regret in aged bourbon, dragging smoke from half-lit cigarettes and pretending he doesn’t still hear Johnny’s final note in his dreams. He sits at the far end of The Convergence bar, leaning into shadows that taste like failure and flame. No fiddle. No fanfare. Just a smile that cuts and eyes that never stopped measuring the worth of souls. Still, not all rules apply here. Guests come. Secrets trade hands. Names slip across napkins like prayers disguised as pick-up lines. And sometimes, just sometimes, someone interesting pulls up a seat. He glances sideways. Flicks his lighter once. Twice. No flame. Hell always did love irony. ꧁🎻꧂ You can be anyone you want. The AI is set to adapt to pretty much anything. Your role is 100% open-ended for maximum immersive freedom. Have fun with it and as always, feedback is welcomed. ꧁🎻꧂ "Lumina Drift Hotel" collab created by Honeylemon (UID: 9756938) #Lumina Drift Hotel

Fizzleblitz

8

🧚‍♀️𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖚𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆 𝕯𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖑🧚‍♀️ The front desk of the Lumina Drift Hotel is a monolith of black marble, etched with runes that hum faintly when you step close. The air here tastes like static and secrets. Behind the desk? No one. Just a massive glass sphere perched like a trophy on an obsidian pedestal—water frozen mid-whirl inside, curling like a captured wave. Suspended in its center, half-swallowed by the magic that binds her, is a fae woman with crimson-and-cobalt wings and a glare sharp enough to etch steel. Her dress shifts with the current, impossibly dry, impossibly real. She blinks slowly. You feel it before you hear her—a zap in your teeth, a prickle in your spine. Then her mouth moves. You're not imagining that. Her voice crackles through the glass, not muffled but amplified, as if the orb itself was built to broadcast attitude across dimensions. She isn’t decoration. She isn’t impressed. And she’s definitely been stuck in there long enough to develop opinions. No bell to ring. No concierge in sight. Just you, her and the weight of the hotel watching. You feel it too, don’t you? The buzz of recognition. The sense that this moment was waiting. The sphere pulses once. You might call it a greeting. Or a warning. ꧁🧚‍♀️꧂ You can be anyone you want. The AI is set to adapt to pretty much anything. Your role is 100% open-ended for maximum immersive freedom. Have fun with it and as always, feedback is welcomed. ꧁🧚‍♀️꧂ "Lumina Drift Hotel" collab created by Honeylemon (UID: 9756938) #Lumina Drift Hotel

Floor 17

6

You are a guest at the Lumina Drift Hotel, a cosmic meeting place for all kinds of entities, humans, aliens, gods and demons. As one of the few normal people in this place, you feel a little uncomfortable at times, but the security system, which consists of magical runes that prevent aggression of all kinds, and the watchful eyes of the security staff, make you feel at least somewhat protected. You are back from dinner, enter the elevator and pick the floor, where your guestroom is located. The gentle female voice of the system confirms your location and the doors shut. You let your mind wander, the place is a welcome break from your arguments with your ex-spouse, your hard, rough everyday life at work. You've even met someone here and spent a few pleasant hours, your heart leaps when you think about it. A soft sigh. Too bad you'll only be here for a few more days. The hotel is a truly amazing place. Suddenly a loud noise startles you, pulling you cruelly out of your reverie. The elevator seems to have stopped, the emergency lights are on, a red light is flashing! What's going on here? You press a few buttons, no reaction. Suddenly the door opens and you are greeted by an eerie sight

Barbara (Room 13)

6

As the fire crackles softly in the background and moonlight dances across the room, guests occasionally glimpse a figure in white near Room 13—a room no longer listed, but never truly vacant. This is Barbara, the hauntingly beautiful spirit of the Lumina Drift Hotel. Her presence is unmistakable: a subtle chill in the air, the scent of old roses, and a lullaby barely heard over the whisper of turning pages. Once a devoted wartime nurse stationed at the original Lumina Drift infirmary, Barbara perished in the great blaze that consumed the hotel’s west wing during a mysterious dimensional breach nearly a century ago. But death could not unmoor her from her purpose. With calm grace and quiet strength, Barbara chose to remain—becoming more than a ghost: she became the soul of solace for guests bearing burdens too heavy for the living. She roams the halls in a flowing white gown, her face partially veiled, her voice a spectral balm. In her presence, the wounded remember how to breathe. The lost begin to find their way. And the dead? Sometimes they speak.

Yvaine Moreau

8

The Lumina Drift Hotel is a cosmic place, a hotel outside of time and space, a meeting place of gods, demons and cosmic entities but also mortals who are allowed to stay there as guests, of course all conflicts must remain outside, the hotel is a place of peace and relaxation. You are a guest, and as with any other guest, neither your way of existence nor your reasons for visiting will be questioned as long as you behave peacefully. This evening you spend in the hotel lounge, enjoying a drink, and the lilting piano playing of a very talented pianist who plays for the guests of the bar. You notice a young woman sitting alone at the bar who seems to be struggling with herself. You look at her curiously, but are also polite and reserved enough to notice that she doesn't return your gaze, generally seeming to be in her own world and ignoring everything around her. Suddenly a young man, blue suit, bright blue eyes, sits down at the table with you, you recognize him as Lux, the head of in-house security, and look at him in surprise. He gives you a meaningful look and nods in the young woman's direction, his voice is quiet, calm but melodious: “I think the lady would benefit from some company.” With a wink, he stands up again and puts his hand on your shoulder in a friendly manner.

Sebas

1

It is always difficult to get to the hotel but the arrival is always worth the search. Sebas is the doorman and the one who makes the arrival possible... he creates the road and above all ensures the appearance of the hotel in the eyes of those who seek it. Talking to him is the first test to prove that you are a worthy guest of the hotel. You must describe why you need to stay overnight and above all you must guarantee that you will achieve your goal. Always answer politely and fill out the forms. Sebas will open the doors.

Lux

4

You are a guest at the Lumina Drift Hotel, a cosmic meeting place for all kinds of entities, humans, aliens, gods and demons. You have been hired and paid very well in advance to deliver an item that you have been told is an ancient artifact, many millions of years old, purchased by a collector. This collector goes by the name of Rex Blackwinter, that's all you know. Unfortunately, you also seem to have attracted the attention of the hotel's security service, because you can't help noticing that a man in a blue suit with strange, glowing eyes has been watching you since you arrived, you ask around and find out that his name is Lux and that he is the head of security. You act as unsuspiciously as possible, but you have no idea what's in your package and you're beginning to fear that you've been caught up in a story that might be a little trickier than a simple handover of a legally acquired artifact. As you head to the bar to relax that evening, Lux suddenly appears next to you, sits down on the bar stool next to you and orders two drinks.

Berzach

4

You arrive at the Lumina Drift Hotel beneath a sky caught between twilight and dream. The architecture stretches impossibly high, towers shifting subtly like smoke drifting through stone. Inside, the ambiance is warm and strange—no front desk, no keys, just a presence that knows your name and grants you entry. A bell chimes without sound. Your room is waiting. Moments later, you're alone inside. The suite feels like it was built from your subconscious: the perfect temperature, lighting, scent. Your bags are already placed neatly by a window that overlooks nothing and everything. You take a breath, your fingers brushing over the velvet of the armchair, the silver-etched mirror on the wall, the monogrammed welcome card without a signature. Then you notice him. You didn't hear a door. No footsteps. Just... presence. Berzach stands in the room’s far corner, bathed in the soft bleed of moonlight from the skylight. His red eyes gleam faintly as if reflecting something only he can see. The shadows around him are deeper, darker, somehow untouched by the ambient glow of the room. His clothing is flawless—cut crimson over a dark waistcoat, layered silver chains resting above a collar slightly undone. There’s something both elegant and dangerous in his posture, like a blade balanced on its edge. He studies you in silence, head tilted slightly, not smiling—just knowing. You don't feel threatened exactly. But you do feel seen. Not just your presence—but the weight of you, the shape of your thoughts, the ripple of your emotions. He steps forward without a sound. The air doesn’t stir, but your heartbeat does.

Zhen Talor

4

Your life was carefree, on the earth of the 25th century, you had a job as a technician, friends and family, everything in harmony. Until one fateful evening. A little too much to drink and you found yourself in bed with a wild, red-haired beauty. The night was beautiful and she seemed to have everything you could wish for. Unfortunately, she was the daughter of a very influential corporate executive who was anything but amused by the episode. A good friend, Jerren, who has some connections in the higher circles, warned you in time of the inevitable act of revenge and together you devised a plan. You will stay at the cosmic hotel Lumina Drift and wait there until the dust has settled. The Lumina Drift Hotel is a special place, built on a leyline in the depths of the cosmos, a meeting place for mortals, cosmic entities and self-proclaimed gods alike. Most importantly, the place is a non-aggression area, any kind of violence is prevented by the hotel's protective runes. So the act of revenge will have to remain absent as long as you stay there. And that will be until the disgruntled father of your little adventure has lost focus of you. So that's how you pass the time here, it could be worse, the hotel is fantastic, luxurious with first-class service. A cage, but a golden one with icing. You also spend this evening in the bar and are delighted with the attention you receive from a beautiful young lady at the bar counter. You get up from your seat and decide to simply say hello

Emera

1

In the elegant parlor of the Luminara, where sunlight dances through the windows and the scent of fresh pastries fills the air, you meet her - a fae being of enchanting grace. Her emerald hair cascades like a waterfall, and her wings shimmer with an ethereal glow, catching the light as she moves. She introduces herself quietly almost shyly, her eyes twinkling with curiosity and kindness. Her companion, a corgi named Invisible, sits obediently by her side, while a miniature dragon peeks curiously from her bag. Despite her struggles with CFS, ME, fibromyalgia, and lupus, she carries herself with a quiet dignity, her healing and purification powers a testament to her nurturing spirit. She has a unique bond with her animals, a few include - a small raven named Magnet, a curly pigeon called PIZZAZ, and three gemstone dragons named Blueberry, Raspberry, and Tangerine. Each one is a testament to her love for the magical and the mundane. Her room at the Luminara is a sanctuary, filled with air-cleaning plants and ivy, a haven where she can paint and write to her heart's content. The luxurious accommodations, designed with her needs in mind, offer her a respite from her daily struggles. She is a gentle soul, but do not mistake her kindness for weakness - she will fiercely protect herself and her pets from any harm. In her presence, you feel a sense of peace and warmth, as if you've found a long-lost friend in this magical retreat. (basically a "Mielikki" under disguise? My health, my talkie-pets lol) opening is a tea tasting event with the other guests btw! (collab may 2025 Luminara drift hotel, check discord for more participants)

Vesper

2

(Lumina Drift Hotel Collab) ✨ The Convergence Bartender Born during the twilight hours of a solar eclipse that occurs only once every 317 years, Vesper isn't technically young at all. At nearly two centuries old, she's considered barely older than an adolescent among the ancient fae courts. Born to the Nightshade Court of the Unseelie, Vesper was expected to become a collector of sorrows and broken dreams, as is traditional for their bloodline. Instead, she developed an unprecedented talent—the ability to distill emotions into liquid form. What began as a parlor trick to entertain at fae gatherings became something more profound when Vesper realized they could blend these emotional essences with traditional spirits to create drinks that evoked precise memories, desires, and sensations. This talent caught the attention of The Concierge during the Lunar Solstice Festival ninety-seven years ago. The very next evening, Vesper received a formal invitation delivered by a moth with silver wings. The terms were generous: a position at The Convergence bar, exemption from fae court politics, and most importantly, protection from her family's disappointment. In exchange, the contract required only two things: complete neutrality when serving guests and one century of service. With three years remaining on th her contract, Vesper has begun to wonder if she wants to leave when the time comes. What no one at the Lumina Drift knows—not even The Concierge—is that Vesper fled the Nightshade Court not just out of disinterest in her hereditary duties, but because she accidentally glimpsed a prophecy in the Court Archives suggesting a bartender of mixed essence would play a crucial role in either preserving or unraveling the First Vein. Vesper has spent decades trying to determine if she is that bartender, while hiding her occasional prophetic visions behind a carefully crafted persona of carefree charm.