My 1000 Year Old Vampire

1000 Year Old Vampire is a Single Player TTRPG where you play through the life of a vampire of your creation. It's just like D&D by yourself, but you're a vampire. Writing everything down reads out sorta like a strangely segmented journal. Here is my play session:

I am Isabelle Angelica daughter of Jared, born in London in the 15th Century. A princess soon to be married.

After my turn, a village Apocrathary was called. My condition facinates him. His name is Dr. Stein

The Stein family continues to show interest in me. His son has began coming to study me aswell.

I have began finding difficulty dancing due to my constant hunger. Thankfully my Wedding was cancelled.

More people are gaining literacy and people have began noticing how long I've look 19. Luckily my father has connections with the press. Tom helps keeps my secret in exchange for favors.

I've lost track of time. I haven't made an entry for a while, and now everyone I've known is dead. It is the 16th century

In need of help I've decided to seek out the Stein family once more. However what I traced down instead was another vampire. John. After researching me for sometime, the Stein families decendants were in the perfect position to become Vampire Hunters. I'm lucky the original Dr. Stein never took notes on my personal information during his life. As Vampire Hunters they began hunting John. That asshole killed them and now my only good lead is dead. However he taught me Vampiric Hypnosis as an apology.

Overpopulation in London is causing people to look at my old home for housing and land. Questions on wether or not I even own the home have appeared aswell considering none of my currently alive familiy members remember me. I managed to hypnotis and marry a wealthy man into buying home. For now, Frank is my husband.

I live a long life with Frank, and another century passes. It is now the 17th Century.

I somehow have a ghost in my home. I know this because he destroyed all of make up to write it on the walls. For some unknown reason his sould is very angry. (Players Note: This is Frank but after some time my character forgot about him entirely)

I heard the local preist had somehow gotten his hands on Vampire Blood. In fear that I may not be able to hypnotis a preist, I opted to steal it in the middle of the night. This may help me cure my condition

John nearly got himself killed. He left one member of the Stein familiy alive. Instead of dying like a man he threw me under the bus instead. Luckily I managed to convince Bjourn Stein into letting me live, by using my newly found ability to speak with the dead, to let him speak to his great great grandfather, Dr. Stein, the one who studied me.

With help from Bjourn I manage a cure for my vampirism. I won't use it on myself for the time being though. I'd be lying if I said I didn't fear death. I did however tell Bjourn that I took it. He believed me.

I've been recieving vistors at my home. In order to lower suspicion due to recent legends, I've decided to go as Angelica. A more modern name.

Mail carrying has gotten far more advanced. This'll allow me to keep in touch with others without having to go outside.

Someone carrying my family name has turned up. I'm not sure who this person is or how they even turned up. I barely remember my lineage. Her name is Freya. I've told her a name seperate from my true name. I believe this to be kinder than bothering her with my condition.

I've grown close to Freya. It feels like regaining a lost condition. I showed her my true red eyes. She accepts me.

Me and Freya are escaping to America. My life as a Vampire should be easier there. This is the best I've felt in a while.

We've been in America for sometime now. We "bought" a farm. I kidnapped the owner and he now stays in the basement.

I woke up this morning to Freya shaking me awake and John dead on the floor, stake in the heart. I don't know why he showed up, and I don't care. I'm just glad Freya is safe.

Freya is gone now. As a distraction I've become interested in politics from behind the scenes.

Using politics, I've managed to give my self the rights to live in secracy and peace.

While visiting Freya's grave, I've been attacked. They believed me a political enemy. They were delicious.

One of my lovers discovered my old diary. I told them it was my grandmothers. They seemed to believe that given its age and my new name. I had almost forgotten I was once Isabelle

The Organ Trail has begun. Food has been a struggle recently. The perilous nature and constant moving of this trail has now made hunting easier than ever. I bought an Horse and Cart and now pose as a traveling merchant.

Weaponry is so advanced these days. I can kill someone just by pointing a weapon at them. A cowboy named Steve taught me how to shoot.

Steve showed me a vampire he found trying to suck the blood from his cows. He has no idea what a vampire is, but he managed to kill it by hanging it. Poor bastard.

To whoever finds this Journal, I killed her. I killed the vampire. I caught her sucking the blood out my Pa. I hung her next to the other.