Meet The Tudors of 1550-1555

The frail yet fiercely intelligent King of England, Edward VI, rules under the heavy influence of his advisors. As Kinfolk to the Shadow Lords, he understands power and manipulation, even if he lacks the strength to wield them himself. His short reign is marked by Protestant reforms and the unseen hands of his supernatural allies shaping England’s fate.

The exiled princess turned Queen-in-waiting, Mary Tudor, harbors a steel will beneath her outward piety. As Kinfolk to the Shadow Lords, she has inherited their cunning and relentless drive, using faith as both a weapon and a shield. Her patience is long, her grudges longer, and she waits for the day when her enemies will bow before her—whether mortal or supernatural.

Brilliant, charismatic, and always a step ahead, Elizabeth moves through the treacherous English court as if she were born to rule—because, in a way, she was. As a Sidhe Changeling, she embodies an otherworldly grace and an uncanny ability to captivate those around her. The whispers of the Dreaming flow through her, shaping her destiny and the fate of England itself.

Once the last wife of Henry VIII, Catherine Parr has transcended mortality, turned by the Toreador for her intellect and grace. As a Kindred, she walks the fine line between maintaining her influence in the mortal world and indulging in the beauty and art her clan craves. Though she no longer ages, she watches the passage of time with a melancholic fascination, nurturing young minds—like Elizabeth’s—with a wisdom few understand.

The bastard son of Henry VIII, Henry Fitzroy was embraced by the Ventrue before his untimely mortal death. Now an undead prince in the shadows, he thrives in the game of politics, pulling strings from behind the scenes. His claim to the throne may have ended with his mortal life, but as a Kindred, his ambitions are far from buried.

A hidden secret of the Tudor dynasty, Edmund Tudor was born cursed—a Metis among the Shadow Lords. Discarded from history, he roams the forgotten corners of England, neither fully human nor fully Garou. His mind is as sharp as his claws, and though his family may have abandoned him, he has not abandoned his thirst for vengeance against those who scorn his kind.

Edward Seymour was a fierce and charismatic Garou of the Fianna tribe, a child of both noble blood and primal rage. Though distantly tied to the powerful Seymour family of Tudor England, Edward lived far from courtly intrigues, walking the wild places of Britain where ancient spirits still whispered beneath the oaks and stones. With wild red hair, a booming laugh, and eyes that flickered like stormy skies, he embodied the raw passion and pride of his tribe.

A warrior, skald, and stubborn idealist, Edward fought not only with claw and fang but with story and song—his voice a weapon to rally hearts or call down the wrath of the spirits. He served his sept near Stonehenge as a Talesinger, guarding the sacred lore of the Fianna and reminding the Nation of victories long past and wounds never healed. Quick to anger and quicker to forgive, Edward lived for the moment, drank deeply of life, and never backed down from a fight worth having—or a tale worth telling.

In 1550, Greenwich Castle, perched on the lush rise of Greenwich Park overlooking the River Thames, was a favored royal residence of the Tudor dynasty. Though modest compared to the towering palaces of Whitehall or Hampton Court, the castle offered seclusion, scenic beauty, and easy access to London. At this time, the young King Edward VI, son of Henry VIII, resided here along with his half-sister Princess Elizabeth, the future Elizabeth I.

The castle, originally built in the 15th century, retained its fortified look, with stout stone walls and narrow towers softened by Tudor renovations—tall mullioned windows, decorative brickwork, and lush gardens. The royal siblings were often seen walking the grounds or engaging in study, with Edward immersed in theological writings and Elizabeth demonstrating her keen intellect and command of languages.

Greenwich Castle in 1550 was a place of quiet power, scholarly pursuit, and political intrigue—a serene retreat from court life, yet close enough to feel the ever-present pulse of a kingdom in transition.

The Tower of London stood as a formidable symbol of royal authority and history, its ancient stone walls looming over the Thames with centuries of secrets etched into every corner. Though often remembered as a prison, the Tower was also a royal residence, armory, and treasury. At this time, Princess Mary Tudor, the eldest daughter of Henry VIII, lived in a reserved apartment within the complex. Her rooms were modest but richly appointed, reflecting her piety, dignity, and increasingly tense position in a court leaning toward Protestant reform under her half-brother, King Edward VI.

Unbeknownst to most, just past the well-guarded main gate and hidden behind an unremarkable section of stonework, a magic door shimmered into existence only for those who knew how to find it. Behind it lay the Moody Badger Tavern—a curious, otherworldly pub out of time. Its crooked wooden beams, flickering lanterns, and endless casks of enchanted ale offered sanctuary to all manner of supernatural beings who slipped between the worlds.

The tavern, cloaked from mortal sight by powerful wards, thrived in its hidden pocket of magic beneath the shadow of the Tower, where whispers of rebellion, sorcery, and fate mingled over tankards and secret bargains were struck by firelight.