Vampire Quiz: What Kind of Requiem Clan Matches You?

1. While the sun still rules, you sleep. Your body is still, but your mind wanders through old memories from before the Kiss. Your daydream can be summarized as…

…a dramatic mess of old friendships and broken loyalties.

…a tense loop of fear, anger, and people trying to control you.

…a quiet replay of your old dreams and life’s unanswered questions.

…an empty reel filled with other people, not much of you.

…a reflection on your achievements and the struggles that shaped you.

2. The sun has faded, and your night begins again. You glance around your haven in modest detail. What do you see?

A forgettable place, messy, half-empty, easy to overlook.

A modest hideout with few possessions, hidden and known by almost no one.

Something small and dark, tucked away from attention.

A lavish bedroom, modern art, comfort, money everywhere.

A sleek condo with expensive distractions and signs of frequent company.

3. You have a packed agenda tonight, so you prepare your wardrobe with…

…whatever’s current, as long as it doesn’t make me a spectacle.

…whatever I slept in. It works.

…something sleek and simple that quietly demands respect.

…something flexible and practical, built for movement and discretion.

…my old coat, worn down, familiar, and still intimidating.

4. Your phone buzzes. Your Sire agrees to your request. What did you ask for?

A better way to get around, and I swear I’ll treat it right this time.

A meeting with the owner of the new club in town.

To see if my name can be cleared from a certain “unwelcome” list.

The real story on the new Primogen.

A private herd to help keep myself out of attention.

5. She says she misses helping you sharpen your undead talents. You agree. Power is power. What do you focus on?

Something to better my people skills.

Anything that could cause damage and let me take less of a beating.

A way to know and possibly control my enemies better.

Any methods of not being seen.

An ability to control and manipulate others.

6. Hunger hits. You leave your haven and drift through the city, pulled toward…

…a low-key bar with dim lights and easy exits.

…the loud club scene where everyone blends together.

…anywhere, as long as it feels right.

…an elegant lounge where no one raises their voice.

…a private, adult-only event with controlled access and strict discretion.

7. Pressed for time, you choose a crowded Rack. Moving quietly, you scan faces. The prey that catches your attention most is…

…the calm one watching everyone else.

…the sober one, alert, hard to surprise.

…someone who looks exhausted, like they just left work.

…a striking face you will remember later.

…someone desperate to be noticed.

8. They notice you, nervous but curious. How do you approach?

I wait until they step away from the crowd.

I win over the group with charm and generosity.

I make small talk and slide into the conversation naturally.

I offer a quiet excuse to step outside and talk.

I act like I belong there and let familiarity do the work.

9. The hunger surges. You take what you need, and the Beast asks for more. You…

…keep it controlled, take little, and move on.

…take a bit more than planned, then force yourself to stop.

…try to distract yourself with pleasure and noise until the urge fades.

…pull away fast, fix the harm, and vanish before questions start.

…let the Beast steer for too long, then regret it later.

10. On your way out, two strangers shadow you from a distance. A few blocks later, they close in. You…

…turn and face them with confidence, no hesitation.

...make it clear I am not interested in a “conversation.”

…slip out of sight and watch what they do next.

…duck into a dark side street and see if they follow.

…wait, observe, and respond only if they make the first move

11. After that mess, you head toward your Sire's place, but your phone rings. The Prince summons you. Your first thought is…

“Great.”

“I hope he doesn’t know what I learned.”

“I swear if this is about tonight…”

“This better pay off.”

“This is going to ruin my schedule.”

12. In the Prince's office, small talk eases the tension. He shifts to politics, asking what you want. You respond with…

…work that deals in secrets, rumors, and old histories.

…nothing. I want to be left alone.

…influence. Not today, but soon.

…a Harpy-style position, social power and leverage.

…something enforcement-adjacent, useful and respected.

13. The Prince smiles and says he remembers you. What was that first meeting like?

A scattered memory and uncomfortable questions afterward.

Vague. I do not waste time remembering people like him.

Polite conversation with sharp comments beneath the surface.

The Masquerade explained to me like I was five.

A lecture about staying in my lane.

14. He mentions the Harpies have spoken well of you lately. Your immediate thought is…

“My little investments are working.”

“Of course they like me.”

A quiet laugh.

“I need to find out who is talking.”

“How do they even know I exist?”

15. You apologize to your Sire and leave quickly. On the walk, you think about working for the Prince. You feel…

…this could be a serious political advantage.

…fine, as long as it is practical work, not endless politics.

…this could be rewarding if I play it right.

…uneasy and hoping he drops the idea.

…already imagining how to outmaneuver him someday.

16. At your Sire's haven, she introduces a potential childe. You disagree. What do you want in a childe?

Someone focused on skill, not chaos.

Someone who can keep quiet and stay disciplined.

Someone with presence and grace.

No one. I do not need baggage.

Someone competent, composed, and impressive.

17. Your Sire pushes back. Tempers rise. The Beast pounds in your veins. You lose control and…

…snap, then immediately regret it.

…black out and come back to consequences.

…I do not recall these events.

…lash out harder than you meant to.

…go too far, and you know it.

18. The darkness fades, and your vision slowly focuses to see the mangled body of your Sire at your feet. Gasping in horror at what you have done, your mind tries to rationalize the murder. Off in the corner, you hear a murmur of a sob from the girl. You…

…embrace her anyway.

…are pretty certain the girl will never bother you again.

…ghoul her. She already has learned the first lesson in undeath.

…take “care” of the witness.

…take off and vanish from her sight and hopefully her memory.

19. The sun rises and you sleep for what feels an eternity. Your dreams are haunted by the thought of your Sire. Her teachings… her kindness… and… whispering? Your eyes flutter open, and you can hear someone hovering over you. You…

…brace yourself for an attack.

…leap up, ready for a good fight.

…attempt to disappear from sight.

…try to flee.

…calmly sit up and sigh.

20. Despite your resistance, you feel the wicked sting of a stake piercing your undead heart. It doesn’t seem to last long, however. Your eyes open again to the unforgiving expression of your Prince. His words are simple and cold, demanding an explanation.

I sincerely deny the events he is talking about.

“Some things just get a bit out of hand sometimes.”

…remain silent with a look of regret.

“Shit happens.”

I tell him the truth and hope it satisfies him.

21. The Prince, not amused with your answer, leans close to your face. His fangs are bared, and his eyes are piercing into your soul. You can feel him in your mind, ripping through your memories and thoughts, searching for your darkest fear. He finds…

…the discovery of my nature.

… a bleak attempt to grasp my humanity.

…fire.

…the beast caged within.

…a lack of control when dealing with my sins.

22. In a moment, his presence in your head vanishes, leaving your thoughts swirling with uncertainty. He smiles grimly, stating your fate is sealed by your taste for diablorie. Your punishment will be Final death at dawn. You respond...

…with a harsh growl and the Beast beckoning.

…silence and a smirk.

“At least I had the chance to truly live, which is more than I can say for your future.”

“How dare you think you may judge me?”

A chuckled, “So be it, I suppose…”

23. The Prince ignores you and exits the room. Left to your fate, you brood, but not for long. You quickly discover you’re unrestrained with one guard and enough blood in your veins to attempt one escape. You decide to…

…wait for that brief second he glances away, and fade into the shadows.

…break his god damned face in.

…get the guard’s attention and feed on him until he dies.

…stare him in the eyes and show him what real horror is.

…catch the guard’s eyes and command him to release me.

24. With your bold move, you manage to flee the building. You take off into the bittersweet youth of a moonless night, vowing to see the Prince’s demise. And thus does your story end…

Thanks, love. It’s been a pleasure.

Fuck off.

Indeed…

I’ll be seeing you around, then.

Well, that was anti-climatic.

Vampire Quiz: The Requiem Clan Matches You? Quiz