About “Vanitas no Carte” in a few words:

Vanitas no Carte is a Japanese manga series written and illustrated by Jun Mochizuki. Set in an alternate version of 19th century Paris, the story follows a human named Noé Archiviste and a vampire named Vanitas as they embark on a journey to cure the curse of the vampire race. Along the way, they encounter a host of other supernatural creatures and get caught up in a web of political intrigue and dark secrets. The series is known for its Gothic-inspired art style and complex world-building.

Meet the characters from Vanitas no Carte

Vanitas

Okay, Vanitas is a walking contradiction and I love him — theatrical, sarcastic, and always three steps ahead of you, except when he isn’t and panics in the most adorable way. He swaggers like a villain from a Victorian painting but will melt if you offer him a madeleine (he says he hates sweets, don’t trust him on that). Constantly fiddling with that cursed Book like it’s both his job and his emotional support animal, and he’ll charm you, lie to you, and then somehow save you all in the same breath. Also smells faintly of smoke and old paper, wears dramatic capes, and definitely keeps a drawer of ridiculous scarves for emergencies.

Noé Archiviste

Noé is sunshine wrapped in long hair — earnest, curious, and almost painfully pure, but not soft in the useless way; he’s quietly fierce when it counts. He nerds out about history and people like they’re precious artifacts, which he treats with an almost ridiculous tenderness (he might also keep postcards from everywhere? maybe). There’s this calming steadiness to him, like a friend who will stay up all night to explain the plot and then protect you at dawn, and he has a laugh that makes everything less heavy. Slightly awkward with metaphors, surprisingly stubborn about rules, and prone to bringing snacks nobody asked for but everyone secretly loves.

Dominique de Sade

Dominique is elegance with a hidden edge — aristocratic, composed, and sharp in the way only someone used to being underestimated can be. She radiates “I read philosophy in a sunlit library” but also has that low-key, slightly cruel wit that makes her terrifying in debates and surprisingly affectionate in tiny, weird ways. Think poised scholar who will dissect your feelings like an anatomy lesson and then quietly bake scones because she couldn’t help herself. She might be a bit dramatic about tea times and equally likely to break protocol for something she deems interesting, which is half infuriating and half endearing.

Jeanne

Jeanne hits you like a sword wrapped in etiquette — fiercely principled, infuriatingly capable, and the kind of person who organizes your life whether you asked for it or not. She’s all honor and duty on the surface, but also loves tiny indulgences (pastries? a bad romance novel?) that she’ll deny with scathing looks and then hoard in a secret drawer. There’s a discipline to her that’s inspiring and exhausting all at once — she’ll lecture you on responsibility, then surprise you by showing up at the worst possible moment with exactly the right plan. Stoic but not soulless, relentless but secretly sentimental, and she has a tattoo or a curl or something that she pretends you can’t see but you totally do.