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# Addaline Laplace
### Overview
Addaline usually comes across as your stereotypical Goth Nerd Girl. She enjoys playing various games at Natural 20 Gaming Cafe, whether they're card games, RPGs or miniature wargaming.
Having recently graduated high school, she left behind the Cheerleading she was pushed to do, and was preparing for a higher education in Mathematics. But, getting embrace and becoming Kindred has changed her whole life.
She carries herself with a bright and cheerful personality, easily approachable.
Caitiff / Children of Osiris
Appearance
Unconventional Looks
11110
Willpower
11111 11111
00000 00000
Blood Pool
00000 00000
11111 11111
Celestial Attunement
Mental
0 (1)
Youthful Appearance
Physical
-1
Dark Secret (Incognito Child of Osiris)
Social
-1
Cursed (level 2 as in book)
Supernatural
-2
Sense the Mystical [RotB p.147]
1
Blood Crystal [RotB p.63]
2
Enfolding the Believers [RotB p.64]
3
Transcending Barriers Through Love [RotB p.64]
4
Path of the Focused Mind (Primary) [RotB p.139]
11110
Path of Teleportation (Secondary) [RotB p.165]
11000
**EXP Costs are as per Caitiff
Freebie Points: 15 (+7 from Flaws)** **Experience Earned:** **63 (Fledgling)** - Auspex 2 = 6
- New Age Blood Magic 2 = 6
- Bardo 2 = 6
- New Age Blood Magic 3 = 12
- Path of Teleportation (Secondary) 1 = 7
- Path of Teleportation (Secondary) 2 = 4
- New Age Blood Magic 4 = 18
**Unspent Experience: 4
Awarded:
- Celestial Attunement**
Gear (Carried)
Goth attire, a small flare gun, a purse with a small makeup kit, and some occult items including a black ritual candle.
Blood Crystal (3 Blood Points Stored)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Her Parent's Basement
- Luxury 2, Size 1, Security 2.
Equipment (Owned)
Original five-volume manuscripts of Mécanique Céleste (Her Grimoire), Other Occult, Wiccan & New Age paraphernalia.
Vehicles
2024 MG ZS EV, in metallic Teal.
Other
Black with Teal Highlights
Languages: English (Native), French (Native)
A native of Baltimore, Addaline was born into the Laplace family on All-Hallows Eve, 31st October 2005, during the Witching Hour (3-4am), an omen her estranged Grandmother liked to tout. Her parents are Gareth and Fiona Laplace, her father is an owner and manager of a local Home Depot franchise, while her mother is an aspiring paralegal working as a Public Defender. Addaline was the second born in the family, her older brother, Edward, is 7 years older and by 2024 has already moved to Pittsburgh to pursue his own career. Addaline was 10 years old when her mother gave birth to her twin siblings, Christophe and Joan.
Growing up in the Laplace household, young Addaline was occasionally visited by her maternal Grandmother Jacqueline, who had been on rocky terms with the family due to her claims of being a witch and that their family had a tradition, which Addaline was in line to inherit. In the times that the two got to spend together, her grandmother told her that she had inherited something called ‘Numina’, or the ability to use Hedge Magic, making young Addaline a Hedge Witch. The young girl took to her grandmother’s training with mixed success, she showed potential, but her mother kept interfering, citing hocus pocus and restricting their visits. When Addaline asked where their family’s power came from, she was informed that Jacqueline was responsible for keeping the family’s genealogy, a subject her mother was far more accepting of.
According to her grandmother’s records their family had French ancestry, their family name coming from Pierre-Simon Laplace, a famous French scholar whose work was important to the development of engineering, mathematics, statistics, physics, astronomy, and philosophy. A fact of pride for Addaline’s mother who liked to flaunt that their ancestor was the Marquis de Laplace, who taught philosophy to Napoleon Bonaparte. But the family’s records indicated a connection to another French family of noble lineage, Pierre-Simon Laplace’s son, Charles Emile de Laplace, married the daughter of Marquis de Devereaux, Maria. Old French records showed that the Devereaux family held sway in Saint Domingue, and Maria was sent back to France as a young child when the Haitian Revolution began. According to the accounts of trusted servants at the time, Maria had an older brother Claude and an older half-brother Julian, who was rumored to be an illegitimate child the Marquis had with a slave woman.
However, when in secret, her grandmother would tell her that Pierre-Simon Laplace was more than the world thought him to be, that he was a sorcerer, that his mathematics unlocked the secrets to the universe, Laplace’s Equations and the philosophy of Laplace’s Demon. Unfortunately, tragedy befell the family when shortly after Addaline’s sixteenth birthday her grandmother and mentor passed away from Wilson’s Disease. Her family were surprised to find that when the will was read Addaline only inherited a single old steamer trunk, the rest of her grandmother’s assets were sold off to cover Jacqueline’s dying medical expenses. In her grief, Addaline adopted a new style for herself, one she’d already liked from pop culture and Halloween, the Goth style, her hair was already black, but she added bright teal highlights and experimented with makeup. This annoyed her mother and entertained her father and younger siblings, who she adored and help raise as their parents were often very busy.
When her grandmother’s old steamer trunk was delivered, Addaline told her family that she’d open it privately to honor Jacqueline’s wishes, secretly she let the twins watch. What she found was her grandmother’s most cherished possessions, the most surprising amongst them were Pierre-Simon Laplace’s original handwritten manuscripts that were eventually published into his five-volume body of work, Mécanique Céleste. But, as these were the original manuscripts, they also held Laplace’s personal notes, which were mathematically coded in French. Having already been raised to speak and read French and excelling at math in school, Addaline spent the next year deciphering Laplace’s code, once done she learnt that Laplace had noted down all future holders of his manuscripts, the last two entries being Jacqueline and Addaline. The manuscripts were already bound into tomes and these now serve as Addaline’s Grimoire as she journeys to learn the secrets of the universe.
Unbeknownst to Addaline, in the first half of 2023, a strange man had come to Baltimore. This man was Christian Rex, or at least that was the name he used as a film director back in the ‘70s. He had always had a nihilistic personality, something he expressed through his films and is what drew the attention of the Kindred that embraced him. Unfortunately for Rex, his sire abandoned him as Caitiff, this only fueled Rex’s nihilism and ultimately caused his film career to spiral into oblivion. But this did not abate Rex’s ego, considering his own paltry body of work akin to classical high art. Over the years he drifted from city to city, constantly casted out by Kindred society, further fueling his nihilism. When he arrived in Baltimore, he was chased out of the docks by a commie mobster, so he tried to seek shelter at the Homewood Elysium, where he meet the Keeper Angelique Cloutier. Rex introduced himself in his usual ego-centric fashion, touting his film career, but sadly the lady recognized him two-fold, both as a Caitiff and she had heard that his films were universally panned by critics and audiences alike. Lady Cloutier chose to cast the bothersome Caitiff out of her Elysium, but what stung Rex to his core was when Angelique called his film work garbage and that there was no place for his kind of ‘Trash’ here. What Rex failed to realize was that she wasn’t calling him trash but using the Kindred nickname for Caitiff. But to have his films called garbage and him trash… Rex flew off the handle with a tirade of insults, getting him forcibly ejected from Homewood, he left vowing vengeance.
A few months later Addaline was celebrating her high school graduation, partying with her friends and hanging out at her usually gaming venue, Natural 20 Gaming Café. Having scored exemplary marks in mathematics, her parents got her a graduation present, the latest model MG ZS EV electric car, and her father made sure to get it in metallic Teal to match her highlights. Unaware to Addaline though was that Rex had witnessed her jovial celebrations. For a week he watched her, seeing her bright and cheerful personality, her happy home and loving parents, and he devised a new film, the dying of her light, a film that would prove to all that nihilism is the only true philosophy. One evening, after leaving a post-graduation party, Addaline was jumped in a fast-food parking lot, when she awoke, she found herself bound to a pipe in a dirty old garage.
Her head throbbed and there was a strange pounding sound in her ears, her mouth was dry, and her body felt dulled, yet her senses were incredibly sharp. Although there was very little light, she was strangely able see exceedingly well, colors were oddly vibrant, and she could sniff a hint of cheap cologne from somewhere. But her immediate concern, other than having been kidnapped, was the near-unbearable hunger pangs she was feeling. Looking around she saw a few cameras had been set up at different angles to record her, this worried Addaline somewhat. Knowing her parents are well-off, she figured the kidnapper may be after a ransom, but with this array of cameras… she had other concerns. Plus, what had this person already done to her, drugged her maybe… her clothes where dirty but otherwise fine. She saw that the garage windows had been blacked out and that someone was sleeping in the parked sedan, likely her assailant.
When Rex rose that evening, he found his newly embrace childe still bound where he’d left her, but she was already awake and looking at him as he climbed from his car. Approaching her, she asked who he was and what he wanted, he answered with his usual cinematic flair, that he was Rex! Her Sire, the one who dragged her from the light and made her into a creature of darkness, forever shunned and destined to feast upon the blood of humanity! Addaline nearly burst out laughing at his flamboyant over-acting, only managing to stifle it to a snicker. Rex wasn’t amused when she considered him funny, even having been kidnapped and embraced hadn’t dulled her cheerful personality. For a week Rex instructed Addaline in the rudimentary basics of surviving as a vampire, something the young woman found intriguing, yet she was still his prisoner. She was disgusted at having to feed on humans, but ultimately accepted that she had to, and to Rex’s lament, she refused to kill and only fed to survive, never taking more than needed. When she asked what the pounding sound in her ears was, he told her that is was her Beast, her darker instincts that needs to be fed and will only accept the blood of humans. She did find that the pounding sound subsided after feeding.
During that week, Addaline tried a number of times to escape her captor, but she found that her sire was far quicker and stronger than her, beating her as punishment. But, on one escape attempt she tried her Hedge Magic and to her surprise it had changed, almost like becoming a vampire had altered her magic. Before, her abilities were like parlor tricks, now she found focus and clarity, both of though and action, gone was her ‘Numina’, replaced by something else, something her mathematical mind better comprehended. When Rex noticed her strange behavior he pressed her for answers, she only said that her grandmother was Wiccan. This excited Rex, spouting her as a Witch, a harlot of darkness, and that embracing her was destiny. Yet, regardless of what Rex tried to do to Addaline, strangely enough she wouldn’t break, she accepted her change and it even made her happier. To Rex this was all wrong, she was supposed to feel sorrow, grief, mourn her sunlit days, wallow in loathing for the tragic thing she’s become. If he couldn’t break her under the pretext of what she had become, then he’d mold her into a monster of the night with what he would make her do.
Maintaining a tight control over the girl, the following week Rex took her out to other locations to ‘train her’. He tried to get her to hunt people… she refused. When he commanded her to terrorize a woman in the park… she spoke with the woman and made a friend. Each time Addaline twisted his orders into an act of kindness or nicety, he failed to notice that he’d been pulling clumps of his own hair out. His only marginal success was when he ordered her to kill a homeless man, informing the girl that he was dying anyway. Tenderly she examined the old hobo before draining him dry, finally Rex thought he’d made progress, but when Addaline stood, she spoke of mercy and a peaceful rest from pain. Rex fumed, his eyes bloodshot, he began to take out his frustrations on a dumpster, until he felt her hand on his shoulder and her voice in his ear, telling him that it was alright, that he could let go of his anger, his ego… Oddly enough, her touch and words annoyingly calmed him down, but he could never let go of his ego, it was all he had left, and his ego had just the task for his ward.
Having prepared cans of gasoline and Molotov cocktails, Rex ordered his childe to firebomb and burn down the site of his recent humiliation, Homewood. Addaline was shocked, she had never thought of doing something like that, she pleaded with Rex to reconsider citing that it was a historic building and innocent people were inside. Her sire told her that those inside were Kindred like them, other creatures of evil and darkness, and that he demanded this of her. She was dumbfounded at his demand, saying that regardless of the natures of those inside they were still people, she fervently refused his order as she ran off. One thing she had learnt from her sire was his quickness as she was gone before he realized, despondent Rex returned to the garage that evening feeling utterly defeated. He sat outside on the cold concrete, contemplating his abject failure of an existence, not noticing the time passing as the night sky slowly brightened. In his nihilistic self-loathing Rex saw the sunrise one last time.
When Addaline ran, she had no direction in mind, she just ran, for some reason (possibly Stockholm Syndrome) she found herself back at the garage she’d been captive in. The following night she rose to find she felt oddly lighter, like a weight had been lifted. Upon stepping outside she found a pile of ash that held her sire’s charred watch, and she knew that both her and her sire were now free.
Having been freed from her captor, Addaline contemplated returning home, but she wondered how she’d explain her new condition. That night she stood on the hill overlooking her family home, struggling with what to do, then she heard a voice nearby. When she turned, she saw a middle-aged man, bald and wearing an odd white robe, he was pale under the night sky, but she could tell that he seemed to have a Mediterranean complexion. Addaline was understandably nervous, having already been kidnapped once, but the man bore a strange calmness to him, and when he spoke it was like he was speaking from a place of serenity. He introduced himself as Jerome, a fellow Kindred who happened to have observed her sire’s attempted “training”. For witnessing Addaline’s selfless and caring heart and her firm grasp of her humanity, Jerome offered to properly teach her. To teach her in the ways of the Children of Osiris.
For a month the two of them traveled the country, Jerome instructing her in the struggles that all Kindred share in maintaining their Humanity. Eventually, they arrived at a hidden location that not even Addaline could recall, a secretly built temple to Osiris, presided over by the regional Undying King. At the temple she was formerly inducted as an acolyte where she began more training, but unlike her sire’s training, this was peaceful, meditative and tranquil. There she made a few friends and learnt the ways of Osiris, though she did not enjoy having to shave her head every night. And there she stayed for nearly a year until she was visited by Jerome and the Undying King. She was told that she was a dutiful acolyte and a truly kind soul, so she would be given a choice, she could stay at the temple and abandon her old life to further her understanding of their faith’s philosophy and rise in station. Or she could leave with the King’s blessing, serving the temple as a hidden agent and possibly seeing her family again, but she could be hunted by the temple’s enemies as the Serpents had slithered everywhere. That night Addaline chose to leave.
However, returning home to her family proved far more taxing as she had been missing for a year. Her family flipped out when she suddenly arrived back home, wearing a strange white robe. Addaline was bombarded with questions from her family as well as the police, she gave an edited account of the events in her statement to the cops, omitting anything supernatural, and stating that her captor had released her then set himself on fire. She further explained that due to the trauma of her kidnapping that she made her way to a “Spiritual Retreat” to heal, she would have called but they had a strict “No Contact” policy. Thankfully, her overly protective mother shoed the cops away and let her rest. The following few days Addaline moved her bedroom into her parent’s basement, bricking up the small windows to prevent her mother from “opening the curtains”. Her younger twin siblings were of course concerned for their big sister, but to reassure them she let them in on the secret of what she’d become, it became their own little game. The police had retrieved her car from where it was left, and her father had collected it from the impound yard, it had sat in their garage so long her parents were about to sell it. Her father was deeply concerned for his daughter, saying he’d scoured the city, he’d spoken to her friends and the folks at Natural 20 searching for her. And her mother was using her legal acumen to hound the police in their search. But, after a heartfelt conversation with her parents they felt reassured that their girl was fine, chalking up her new change of behavior to her traumatic experience.
Now Addaline wonders what her new future will entail, either way it will be exciting.
# Angelique Cloutier [Chantry R4, Keeper of Elysium]
### Overview
Show respect. Trust no one. This was a motto that Angelique had grown up with. A noble from birth, her lessons always centered around gaining power for herself and her family. It was small wonder that she had been targeted for the Fraternité du Chemin Sacré, The Sisterhood of the Scared Path. She made her way from France to the United States after the Sisterhood was shattered. She watched this country grow and now keeps house and home for the current regime in Baltimore—a home she would defend with her life.
Drusilla Dragonrose (Victoria)
Manipulation
Well-Reasoned
11110
Path
11111 11000
The Path of Scorched Heart
Willpower
11111 11100
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11110 00000
Keys to the Library
Clan
2
Arcane Curse (Electromagnetic Field)
Clan
3
Defense of the Sacred Haven
1
The Path of Corruption
11111
Hands of Destruction
11110
Thaumaturgical Countermagic
11000
Freebies - Ex points -
Marits - 10 Appearance - 8
Perception - 5 Auspecx - 25
Background - 1 Thaumaturgy - 30
Subterfuge - 2 Path ob Blood - 24
Hands of Destruction -7
Hands of Destruction - 8
Empathy -10
Etiquette -6
Occult - 6
Politics - 6
Academics - 6
Dominate - 10
Subterfuge - 10
Leadership - 4
Thaumaturgical
Countermagic - 11
Thaumaturgy - 25
Evil Eye 1 ~ 7
Evil Eye 2 ~ 4
Evil Eye 3 ~ 8
Ascension of the Blood ~ 4
Path of Levenbolt ~ 7
Gear (Carried)
A well-warn tarot deck and dagger hidden in whatever purse she has on her.
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
1955 Polo White Corvette Roadster
Other
4'11" (5'4" in heels which she always wares)
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Angelique was born under an unlucky star it seemed. Her mother was a Rom woman who was captured, used, and abused then quickly dispatched by her father one Andrew Cloutier. Well her birth mother because the woman that he had wanted to impress since she was old enough to reason went by the name Céline. Céline taught Angelique how to sit, stand, and walk like a noble. She also taught the girl how to apply makeup to hide as much of the brown in her skin as possible. "You will need to marry one day and when you do you want to be as white as dove." Her mother said and Angelique, believing that her adoptive mother was always right at the time, followed suit. Even with the limited education that was afforded women at the time, she was quite bright and quick to learn the social rules around her.
If she had been sheltered maybe her story would have been different, maybe she would have remained a footnote in history. Her debut marked her for entry into the long-since-forgotten society The Sisterhood of the Sacred Path. One of the older women known as Oretrice Du Berry, a cousin of Madame Du Berry. "We are the ones who decide who sits on the throne, we are the ones that will do anything to defend our house." Angelique was drawn in by the promise of power of her own. If she became a part of the Sisterhood, she would have to depend on a husband to give her worth. Her adoptive mother was also happy that she had caught the eye of such a prestigious group.
When she was old enough she was told the truth of the group. They were vampires and Angelique was given the option to drink the blood and wield their magic. By that time Angelique had been fully indoctrinated, though when she agreed that was when fully started to learn. She did her best as an apprentice, working hard to impress as well as discover her own power. She realized that she was good at dissecting the person in front of her and finding places where she could take them apart. She didn't need to use her strength to do this, her words could cut just as well. She was building herself up with the Tremere when the betrayal of the Toriador happened.
Angelique had still been a fledgling and was forced to use magic that was was far beyond her skill level. She managed to add her power the ritual that was performed but not without a price. The Chantry survived but the Sisterhood was shattered. The deal with the mages pushed the Tremere out of Paris for a while and Angelique started to travel. She made it to the United States, all the while helping and gaining rank within the Tremere until she made it to Baltimore. She had heard with William among their ranks and respected him as well as Julien who was a curious figure in several points of her life. She R4 so if she's not overseeing things in Elysium she's at the Chantry, looking after the apprentices and making sure they don't get themselves killed unless it serves the clan at large.
# Antony Giovanni
### Overview
Antony - a.k.a Ant - is Elijah Giovanni's cousin and ghoul. He grew up with Elijah and is one of the few family members to have maintained his relationship with the pariah after 'the incident'. Antony, like most of his kin, works for one of the many Giovanni... less than legal... enterprises. While he is actually very intelligent, Ant often hides behind a (protective) veil of feigned stupidity.
Appearance
Unconventional Looks
11110
Willpower
11110 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
00000 00000
00000 00000
Isolated Upbringing
Social
1
Freebies
5 - Dexterity 3
5 - Stamina 3
2 - Medicine 4
2 - Awareness 1
2 - Alertness 1
2 - Etiquette 1
4 - Performance 2 and 3
Experience:
5 - Technology 1 and 2
8 - Strength 3
Gear (Carried)
Phone, wallet, pocket knife
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Surgical kit
Vehicles
Black Fiat 500X, Black Ford Transit Cargo Van marked Flowers by Lorenzo
Other
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Auriel is a tragedy come to life, something their clan would most certainly find amusing. Auriel has endured decades of abuse from both mortals and their sire. Like many victims, Auriel would like to believe that they are not defined by their trauma, but that would be a lie. Nearly every part of their physical and emotional state speaks to their trauma, including love for a sire they still cling to addicted like a drug. Maybe Baltimore will finally prove their way out, or simply add another stroke of ordeal upon the canvas.
Willpower
11000 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
00000 00000
00000 00000
Addiction (party drugs)
3
Freebies: 5XP Charisma 4
7XP Auspex 1
3 XP Specialties
10XP Auspex 2
4 XP Mentor Background 2
1 XP Charisma specialty
2 XP Crafts specialty
Gear (Carried)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Other
Auriel grew up among the suburbs of Washington DC. Their parents were low level politician and lobbyist, pretty typical for the area. What was also far too typical was Auriel disappearing one crisp sunny Fall morning. Despite the usual intense search and desperate pleas, the authorities were unable to locate Auriel.
What happened over the next few years is best left to the shadows. Vile, unspeakable acts. The best left unsaid, the better. The only thing that kept Auriel alive was their looks and genial attitude. Auriel saw all too many peers disposed of. Then one day a man walked into the viper's den, a man who would prove Auriel's salvation and damnation.
After a short negotiation, Auriel's captors were quickly and summarily dispatched by the stranger. Auriel never saw exactly what happened, but the screams told them enough. The handsome stranger opened Auriel's cage, extended a hand, and took Auriel 'home'.
Over the next 20 years Auriel was made into a doll, companion, canvas, ottoman, and whatever else satisfied their master's whims. There were times Auriel was dressed in fabulous clothes and made to stand quiet and still while his master talked with other pale imposing individuals. And times when Auriel was made to bear their master's frustration when things did not go just right at such a gathering. Auriel was fed from and forced to feed from their master. And their body reshaped into the image of the perfect lover by a Tzimisce acquaintance of the master.
Through it all, much as before, Auriel endured and remained demure and charming. It was for these reasons their sire finally felt the time was right for the embrace. Auriel was made a vampire, though the blood bond ensured he would love their sire passionately and dutifully.
All of that changed on the worst night of Auriel's life, which given the horror's they had faced until now was saying a lot. Darian, their sire, returned home from court looking in the full throws of frenzy. The rest of the night was a blur of violence and non-consent. Any pleas or attempts at concern were met with a hard smack. Had Auriel been mortal, even a ghoul, they surely would have been killed.
The next night, while Darian was out looking for a way to 'make up for what he'd done' that Auriel finally worked up enough courage and self-control to run away. It took every ounce of Auriel's limited willpower to do it, but he did it. He packed a bag and ran, finally ending up in Baltimore before first light. Auriel couldn't even look at the messages on his phone. Even the most degrading and insulting texts would be like a siren song pulling at Auriel to go home. But he just can't. Not now. Hopefully not ever.
# Aya Naida
### Overview
A Setite to the core, Aya is a new addition to the city, having come to seek shelter from her most recent failed blood cult in New Orleans. She is well-travelled and resourceful, but trouble seems to follow her wherever she goes.
It's not *her* fault, though...
Wits
Getting the Jump on Others
11110
Alertness
Eeavesdropping, Fine Details
11100
Backgrounds
Retainer
Ghoul, Black Desert Cobra
11000
Willpower
11110 00000
11110 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11000 00000
Blush of Health
Physical
2pt
Infertile Vitae
Physical
5pt
Thirst for Innocence
Mental
2pt
Freebies: 15 + 3 from Flaws
Auspex - 14
Alertness - 2
Survival - 2
Total Spent: 18
XP: 75
Specialties: 12
Abilities: 33
Disciplines: 7 - Animalism, 21 - Setite Sorcery
Total Spent: 73
XP Spend After Creation:
Streetwise 2 - 5
Medicine 2 - 2
Serpentis 4 - 15
Blasphemous Shrine - 5
Gear (Carried)
Dagger (hidden somewhere on her body, or in her hair if clothes won't conceal it), Pocket Pistol (if she has enough clothes to cover it up, or a small bag)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
An ornate coffin modeled to look like a sarcophagus. To open it from the outside, there is a trick with the design that only her ghoul knows. If opened without it, it opens a false panel that will contain Kau, her venomous ghoul snake that will attack whoever is trying to get in.
Vehicles
A carved-panel, black hearse. The back of it has been sun-proofed with the thick panels that have snake, Set, and Anubis imagery carved on them. This transports her coffin, as well as her most prized possessions.
Other
A light-skinned black woman, her hair is usually worn in Bohemian box braids that fall down to her mid back. She has tattoos and piercings littered across her body, all of them given post-embrace through the blood magic of Setite tattooists.
**1866 - 1887**
Aya was born Anette Delaceur on a plantation outside New Orleans. Her mother had been a slave on the plantation and her father was a lecherous French-American owner of that plantation. There's was not a cruel existence, however, and her mother chose not to leave their life when slavery was ended and the Confederacy lost the war. Besides that, she had been having a secret affair with the plantation owner for years and had enjoyed a luxurious position within the household, much to the chagrin of the owner's ailing wife, who had never provided him with children. Anette was her third child with the former slave owner.
Her life was good, for the most part. She was secretly taught to read and write, learned to speak French because half the household spoke it, and trained in the ways of keeping a house. Everything changed when the owner's wife finally passed away. He became morose, sometimes unkind, and then he became enamored with Anette. She'd like to say it was for protection that her mother banished her from the house, but really, it was out of jealousy. Thrown out onto the unkind streets of the post-Civil War south at just sixteen, she turned to prostitution, where she quickly became one of the leaders of a brothel. She caught the eye of a Setite, Atiq Farad.
After renting her services and getting her interested in the history of Egypt, he eventually revealed himself to her. He ghouled her and she became a servant in the local temple. She spent three years as his ghoul, showing much promise, and was embraced on her 21st birthday. She renamed herself Aya Naida at that time, cutting out all connection with her previous, mortal life.
**1887 - 1923** Not long after being embraced, the temple in New Orleans was targeted by hunters and she and Atiq were forced to flee. They went to Chicago. The temple in that city was small, not as stepped in history as the New Orleans one had been, but it was home while they were there. When the Columbian World Fair came in 1893, she performed at night in the Streets of Cairo exhibit. A year later, the same hunters that targeted them in New Orleans routed the temple in Chicago, which prompted them to flee to Alexandria, Egypt. Atiq had become enamored with the idea of returning to the country after the fair, anyway. In Alexandria, she learned to read hieroglyphics and really delved into the history of the Followers of Set, and the mythology they were a part of. She gained her affinity for snakes there, using snake charming acts to lure unwitting tourists.
At some point, she pissed off the elder that ran the temple in Alexandria, and while she survived the conflict, her and Atiq were sent away, and the destination they chose was Haiti.
**1923 - 1971**
The Setites had one of the Haitian islands to themselves, and the temple on it was truly something to behold. In some ways, she felt closer to Set there than she ever had in Egypt. That said, it was a tumultuous existence because the Serpents of the Light also had a foothold in Haiti and the two sects were in constant conflict. There was time in between to begin developing, beginning to choose a different path, one that she felt was complimentary to her duty to prepare for Set's return. This caused conflict with her sire, who had imagined a different path for her, and she and he began to grow apart.
In the late 1960s, there was a culmination of conflict with the Serpents of the Light. Aya had forged a friendship, unknowingly, with a vampire that was secretly one of their ranks. She had been a pawn in their scheme to infiltrate the Setite temple. It turned into all-out war, and the Masquerade was broken. The Camarilla was pissed, the Sabbat were pleased, and the Followers of Set were hellbent on purging the Serpents. Aya was almost forced into torpor for her part. The temple was abandoned, and Aya almost left Atiq then. Instead, she went with him to Montreal and watched him get enamored with Simon.
When Atiq embraced Simon, Aya decided it was time for her to go out on her own.
**1971 - 1995** She went back to Chicago, but the temple was still dead there. She traveled along the West coast, picking up a ghoul in San Francisco along the way. A young, smart woman named Sydney. They lived in LA for a time, but when she went to embrace Sydney, she learned she had infertile vitae, and her ghoul perished in the attempt. Sadness ensued, and she took off into the American southwest, attempting to set up her own cults along the way. The Salton Sea, Phoenix, Tuscon, Santa Fe, El Paso...a trail of blood and failure, abandoned temples either due to hunters, Sabbat, or the Camarilla not wanting her present. In one particular case, it was her own followers that turned against her and drove her out, though she was fairly certain they were influenced by someone.
**1995 - 2022**
She made her way across Texas and back into Louisiana where it all began. Over 100 years after they had been forced to leave the New Orleans temple, it was mostly abandoned. The Camarilla had control of the city. Her presence was controversial, but she eventually got into good graces with the Prince there and was allowed domain to get the temple up and running again. She began with ghouls, and then attracted young Setites, building a cult of neonates, and then began spreading the token corruption of the clan into the city. Instead of rocking the boat, she let it be a slow burn this time.
At the end, she and another Setite came into conflict, and due to her history with the Serpents of the Light, she was convinced that they had infiltrated her cult. She lost the ensuing fight, and the rest of the cult sided with the other vampire. Rather than be torpored, she fled the city with her last loyal ghoul, and headed for the last known location of her sire's other childe, Simon. Maybe he could use some help with his own cult? After all, what are big sisters for if not to support their younger siblings?
# Azazel Morgenstern
### Overview
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*“The thirst for knowledge and power overcomes my thirst for blood.”*
Supernaturally obsessed turned supernatural
Intelligence
Book Knowledge
11110
Willpower
11110 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11000 00000
Coldly Logical
Mental
1pt
Language (Latin)
Mental
1pt
Wake With Evenings Freshness
1
Movement of The Mind
11110
15 Freebie points: - 3 Merits, -2 point in survival, -2 point in stealth, -2 point in investigation, -2 point in occult, -3 points in resources BG, -1 in contacts BG,
Gear (Carried)
Glock 19 (handgun), tactical knife, cellphone, badge and ID, a black onyx ring
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
CIA certified laptop, he owns many journals, a private phone to contact intelligence operatives.
Vehicles
Black 2020 Shelby Super Snake
Other
English, (United States Citizenship)
Tall and well-muscled, he’s lean but compact.
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-05/tA9LHXBwyOR6XSyD-image-1716948070738.png)
• Early Life
Born and raised in London, England. Azazel was the curious and adventurous son of an oil tycoon. From a young age he was always a very curious and inquisitive child with a thirst for knowledge and a craving for understanding how the world works. A fan of fantasy and literature, his mind was cultivated from a young age to question what everyone thinks is the norm and wonder if there was more to the world. This led him to have a fascination in magic and the occult. With his father’s wealth and all of the assets available to him, Azazel bought every book he could find on magic in the real world and gained passion for absorbing all types of literature on the occult.
• College Life and C.I.A. Academy
This passion would turn nearly possessive throughout his younger years and well into his teenage years. It was due to this obsession that Azazel would decide to travel to America after graduating from Oxford University. There he signed up for the CIA training program and graduated top of his class. He would climb the ranks and become more obsessed with the occult. Taking on cases that would possibly lead him to the thing that he wanted the most. Real magic. Proof of the supernatural was all around them. But Azazel wanted and craved for the knowledge that was thought fantasy.
• Later Years
After many years of searching to no avail, Azazel lost the hope that he would ever uncover the supernatural and occult. So many fake “mages” and “witches” in the world crushed every ounce of passion that he had. He would spend his years as an agent using his intellect and investigative skills solving crimes that others were unable to and taking down members of the criminal underworld. That was until the day he tried to bring in the wrong man. One afternoon he received a file on his desk with a case that would have excited him back when he had first started in the Agency. A ritualistic serial killer was on the loose in the southern Philadelphia area. This would be the last case he took before his final breath was taken.
After weeks of many sleepless nights and constant back and forth with different information brokers and long hours of investigation, Azazel finally found a lead. There was said to be an Agent Cross that was a specialist in the occult and would be able to help him figure out what type of blood rituals the psychopath was doing and possibly how to track him down. But it would turn out that he wasn’t the one hunting, but rather the one being hunted. So, when he finally lay his head down to sleep, it proved to be the last time he would ever sleep at night.
• Current Day
All that happened two years ago. It had been two years since Azazel went through the Embrace and was turned into a monster of the night. His lifelong ambition and dream had become true in the darkest of ways. His family hadn’t seen him in years. His father had passed and left his brother in charge of the company even though he wanted Az to be the one to take over. The first few months had been the worst. Especially when having woken up dumped in the middle of Baltimore with nothing but a note stating for him to find his kindred. He eventually did, and for two years he’s kept his head down and followed the rules that were set upon him. But maybe now it was time to embrace who and what he truly was. Maybe now he would seek to find the power he had craved before. After all, magic was real, vampires were real. Who was to say there weren't more supernatural and other worldly things out there? It was time to get back out there and find the things he craved for more than blood. Knowledge and power.
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2025-07/ovEhcrWLnjC7QKdU-character.jpg)
A tormented writer who is haunted by visions he can barely comprehend. As a mortal, he clung between the mundane and the extraordinary. Once, he wrote supernatural tales within the safe confines of his desk and his own humanity intact. Yet, after the incident within the asylum, he must grapple with his own monsters in a twisted game that he isn't sure if he will win. With only his prophetic visions to guide him amongst rough drafts of unfinished manuscripts, and a keen eye to spare, he hopes to find a way to be rid of the Curse of Caine.
Willpower
111 111 1000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
00000 00000
Oracular Ability
Supernatural
3
Blush of Health
Physical
2
Without a Trace
Supernatural
2
Deceptive Aura
Supernatural
1
Friend of the Underground
Social
3
Fifteenth Generation
Physical
4
Green for freebies. Blue for XP.
7 freebies point from two flaws (Haunted and 15 gen).
15 Freebie Points (+7 from flaws):
- Friend of the Underground: -3
- Oracular Ability: -3
-Blush of health: -2
- Without a Trace: -2
- Harmless: -1
- Deceptive Aura: -1
- +4 Willpower: -4
- +1 Self Control: -2
- +1 Consciousness: -2
- +1 Expression: -2 Total: 22
Gear (Carried)
Pencil, journal (formerly belonged to his father. Now he carries the journal and continues writing the entries in his honor), & a phone.
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Camcorder: A camcorder purchased during his early days when he was still a journalist for the New York Times. It has a night vision function.
Personal Laptop: A basic laptop, usually he keeps it inside of his car or apartment. But if needs be, he can carry it around.
Vehicles
Honda Odyssey: Sometimes, a man need something reliable. The Honda Odyssey got your back (not an ad).
Other
Meek and a bit introverted, the horror writer blends in mortal society as any other average Joe. As a thin blood, he had clung to his humanity the most, he was never a moralist but ever since his embrace, he has found himself questioning what is right and what is wrong for a human. While most kindred are of the creature of the night, Caleb has found himself in between the realm of dusk. Cursed with all the flaws of a kindred, but with only minor powers to invoke in order to aid him in this struggle. Quick on his feet, and just as quickly to improvise a potential situation that is way out of the box. The thin-blood only have his rotting brain, what scrapes of vitae he has in his system, and hopefully some luck to survive another night.
**Glimpses Into the Supernatural**
As a child growing up in a small town of Nottin in central Ohio, the Hollows family had a peculiar reputation within their small community. Their mother was a freelance artist, though for most folks, her works are rather macabre and quite unsettling works that was said to be both eerie and so real at the same time. In particular, one of his mother's paintings was a portrait of a dark and twisted jester that she had recently painted when he was six. His older sister was no different either, an aspiring musician, with musical talents that seem to stir up the deepest parts of an individual's memory, and cause the blackest of hearts to beat once more. Talented family, but one with a deep curse. A curse that fully manifested after their father's disappearance in Chicago, due to an investigation that went wrong.
Shortly after their father’s disappearance, Caleb began having strange visions in his dreams. Vivid, real, and nightmarish. He couldn’t comprehend what was in those dreams, but as each day passed, these visions only grew stronger. Caleb began to write these visions down, in the form of a story, resulting in his very first manuscript and a novel later in his adult life titled, “Slasher”, describing a man’s descent to madness as he begins to see the world around him as monsters and corpses, eventually leading to the protagonist’s downfall as a serial killer. Shortly after finishing the first draft, a string of random murders would unfold around Nottin, leaving the local police puzzled. By the time the serial killer was arrested, a total of twenty victims had been found, and a notebook with scribbled-up words that read:
”Monsters. Monsters everywhere. Don’t trust anybody.”
For most readers, the Slasher book was assumed to be inspired by a real-life event near Caleb’s hometown. But none knew that he wrote his first drift many weeks before the serial killer arrived in their town.
**Best-Selling Novelist**
As the years passed, Caleb left his small town, moving to New York to become a journalist. While writing daily articles for the New York Times, Caleb continues his pursuit of creative writing. His first novel, “Slasher,” became a popular seller at the time, and he began to write more novels. His most popular novels are a series of books called “Cold Cases”, detailing paranormal and mysterious cases that FBI Agent Alan must uncover. A character based on his own father. With the final novel of the series being titled, “Cold Cases: Last Nightfall”, which detailed the death of the protagonist and left an ending that has left most readers feeling unsatisfied.
Following the negative reception of the series finale, Caleb would pivot to a more supernatural horror element. "Children of Dusks" and "Plague Bride" were two famous novels detailing lost children kidnapped by a supernatural entity and held hostage in a manor for a profane ritual. Though that particular series ended on a cliffhanger for years, as he was stuck in a bind in figuring out a resolution to the series. All was well for Caleb at this point in his adult life. He had a successful writing career, and though his internal demons tormented him, it paled in comparison to what the Asylum will throw at him...
**The Asylum Incident**
He didn’t know how he arrived in this wretched manor. One moment, he was signing autographs and promoting his upcoming book, “Final Rites”; the next, he was tied up in a chair and sat in front of a typewriter. He awoke in an Asylum, belonging to Doctor Joseph Hoffman and his faculty team. They introduced themselves as fanatical fans of his books, but felt disappointed when he didn’t finish the series. The Doctor emphasizes very strongly the importance of finishing ‘Final Rites’ with an ending that, as he states,
“Ensure a satisfying conclusion to the series for your most supportive fans.”
For days Caleb was stuck in that white room, trying to type the final ending to his book. But none of them were pleased with the end result, and with each failed draft, they punished him until he got it right. It started as a few punches and shouts, till knives were brought out, and then the far more horrifying reality set in for him. He wrote for his life, till his nails bled, till his eyes grew red with weariness. There was a moment where he escaped from the White Room, but what he saw outside of that room shattered his own perception of the world. He began to see these people as corpses, monsters with fangs and inhumane expressions. There was so many blood, so many screams and laughters mingled together in his ears. His mind seems to snap for a moment, as reality and fiction distorted around them. He saw the serial killer, the one that he wrote when he was a child. His twisted disfigured face and rusty cleaver.
“Monsters, monsters everywhere. Wolves in sheep’s clothings. My vigil is now, all wolves must be cut down.”
In his complete psychic breakdown, as monsters from his writings and the monsters that kidnapped him mingle together as one. There was one constant that anchored him. His father. The father that disappeared, the man that Caleb admired. He wrote his final piece, an ending where the Children of Dusks would be saved by the evil Plague Bride. Caleb wrote that the children would be saved by FBI Agent Alan, who was investigating the disappearance of the children. In the ultimate finale resolution of all his previous books, Agent Alan sacrificed himself to save the children. With the final sentence written, Caleb passed out from blood loss.
**Post-Embrace**
There was a low chance that his son may survive the embrace, but Alan wasn’t sure if it would be successful. But it was a lot better than watching his son die in front of him.
Everything was red and blurry, he drifted from consciousness as he heard otherworldly screams. He was being carried out of his chairs by his father and a small group that aided him. It didn’t feel real. He felt fire in his veins fire, something was happening to his body, as if a beast was eating him from the inside. He passed out once more…
Caleb awoke once more, just outside a large door. He was laying in the ground, his father was fighting a horrible monster. But he couldn’t get the full picture, as someone began to drag him away from the asylum. A cloaked woman that threw him behind the seats of a car. The last thing he saw was his father being killed by the doctor before passing out from the pain.
Days passed, Caleb finally awoken, barely. Underneath the sewers of Baltimore, Caleb barely survived the ordeal of the Embrace. Like a wounded animal, he rested there and consume rats to sate his blood thirst. If it weren’t for Abigail Baker, a Nosferatu under a life boon from his father, he would’ve surely died or turnt feral. A life boon to save a father’s son, a childe’s unlife. The fledging spend weeks under the sewers, drinking blood bags offered to his adoptive sire. By the time he was strong enough to walk, Abigail was under obligation of her life boon to help teach the Fledging how to survive. She taught him all that she knew, it was the least she could do for the childe of an old friend. Teaching him three cruical disciplines to allow him to survive as a thin-blood, celerity, potence & obfuscate, with an emphasis on stealth and escaping more so than combat. Though strangely enough, Caleb would later on develop auspex, mainly due to his pre-disposition to seeing glimpses of the future when he was a mortal.
A year passed, and Caleb would be forced out. He was given enough training, now to see if he had what it takes to survive in this new world.
# Barbara Smith
### Overview
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"They stole my life. They turned me into this. I will find them. I will not be stopped. My fangs are long, my senses are sharp, and I have forever."
????? (shovel headed baby)
Willpower
1111110000
00000 00000
Totemic Change
Clan Specific (Gangrel)
+5
Rat in a cage
Clan Specific (Gangrel)
+2
Smell of the grave
Physical
+1
freebie spending all spent
2 -> investigation
2 -> animal ken
2 -> melee
2 -> alertness
5 -> strength
2 -> willpower
extra freebies obtained through flaws that were used to pay for perk.
neonate - 20 years old (15 exp)
5 -> Protean lvl 2
5-> fortitude lvl 2
2 -> occult lvl 2
2 -> survival lvl 2
5 -> animalism lvl 2
10 -> protean lvl 3
Gear (Carried)
An old hunting rifle that was once her husbands.
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
She wears her wedding ring still and wears her husbands ring around a necklace.
Vehicles
An old stick shift car that was once her husbands.
Other
She probably was once beautiful but with one swift shovel hit any beauty has since been left in the grave she crawled out of.
Long blue jeans and a buttoned up flannel. Wears a baseball cap of the Baltimore Orioles that was once her husbands. Never takes off her wedding ring, or goes without a necklace that has her husbands ring.
Born to Irish Americans, had a childhood, went to school, blah blah. Met her husband, Robert in high school and they never spent a day apart save for a week before their wedding. On the day of their wedding they finally reunited and when they looked at each other Robert picked her up and spun her around in the church and said that he never wanted to be apart from her. Enjoyed and loved seventeen years of marriage together.
But all good things end. They went out for dinner on Valentines day, and they witnessed a 'mugging' so Robert and Barbara went in to try and stop it. They didn't even see the shovels coming until it was too late. When Barbara woke up, she was six feet deep into the ground with a splitting headache and starving. Managed to dig herself out, but refused to leave the graveyard without her husband and dug for him. She only found some of his clothes and his ring. Barbara has assumed him dead as he would not have left her or taken off his ring.
Since then Barbra has committed her immortal nights to finding out any information about who turned her and her husband and then killing them for ruining her life. Happily plays ball with any sect that has information to offer her, and once she's given a job she's like a dog on the bone.
# Beatrix Alexander
### Overview
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-09/UMb6888M1XgIZTmK-809006d5c21945bf800de815c120b17d.jpg) [ ](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-09/mSLhHlgR1H5B4G52-809006d5c21945bf800de815c120b17d1.jpg)
"The gears of the world have chewed me up and spit me out. I worked the factories until my body was ground into pulp. I was a poet until my voice gave out coughing from the flue. I whispered in the ears of royalty until the revolution strung me up for being a class traitor. I sailed every body of water until the waves swallowed my vessel, condemning me to the bottom of the ocean. I comforted the old, abused the young, made beggars of kings, and castle of rubble. I have worked until my body could no longer move and I have sat fat upon ill gotten riches. I am a sinner and I am a saint. I have been damned by gods and blessed by devils. The dark father, the wanderer, the fisher king, the bloody man."
- A lost poem written by B. M. Alexander.
Stamina
Surprisingly Sturdy
11110
Academics
Impressionist Painting
11100
Willpower
11111 10000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
10000 00000
Language (Spanish, French, German)
Additional Discipline (Dominate)
Clan
5
Scholar of the Enemy*
Social
2
Touch of Frost
Supernatural
1
Freebies-
2 WP -2
Distracting Aura -2
Additional Discipline (Dominate) -5
1 Subterfuge -2
2 Expression -4
1 Dementation -7
XP-
Dominate -10
1 Domination -5
2 Auspex -15
2 Obfuscate -15
1 Dementation -15
Fame -3
1 Fame -2
Ze Monkey's Paw -21
1 Manipulation -12
1 Craft -2
1 Awareness -6
1 Investigation -4
Gear (Carried)
Pen, paper, wallet, keys
Feeding Grounds
Havens
An old manor and an art gallery.
Equipment (Owned)
Brushes, paint, canvases
Vehicles
1958 Oldsmobile 98 convertible
Other
Beatrix was born in the height of the second wave of the industrial revolution in England to a wealthy industrialist family. Her sickly constitution, however, meant that instead of spending much of her time partying or living up the luxury Beatrix spent most of her life confined to her room in the family home. She spent much of her early years having never left her family estate and instead practicing the arts. She took to painting and poetry very quickly, though picking up this and that on the way. Once she was old enough, and healthy enough, she'd take to traveling to find new inspiration for her art. She bounced across England, Scotland, and Ireland painting the growing horrors of the factory jobs as she investigated her family's businesses. She joined the socialist movement for a time even.
Eventually, though, her passionate activism crumbled as her failing health once more forced her to come crawling back to her family. She fell into a deep depression as her family shuttered her away once more for her health and the illness wracked her body. The family doctor did everything he could to cure her but her illness was far too great and her family had expected her to die, furthering her crumbling mental health. She wrote poems of death and painted images of a hell made of machinery. She was doomed to die much like many painters of her time.
However, Doctor Alan saw her art as a reflection of a truly visionary mind. Maybe if fate had been different she would have been embraced by a toreador. But instead, Doctor Alan offered her a chance to continue on. To see even more of the world and to create works beyond her current understanding. Of course, the dying woman had no real choice. She couldn't suck in enough air to say no, anyway.
After her embrace, Beatrix took her family's wealth and decided she'd have to make a new life for herself somewhere else- far from England. She fled to the United States in 1870 without Doctor Alan and set up her home in the state of Maryland do to it's closeness to the sea and proximity to the capital. She did continue activism in the background of her work but as time stretched on she grew older, her work becoming more abstract. She had become loyal to the Camarilla do to it's structure and security but found herself in Noddist circles that the Tower typically rejected. Her art had become strange and collectors seemed to scramble for it the longer that she produced it. In modern nights she claims to "discover lost works" and sells them or leaves them in art galleries.
# Beatrix Thorne
### Overview
Beatrix Thorne is a giant of a woman who simply wants to hide away and deal with her bees, but she can't help but to get drawn out to the city like any other vampire.
Dexterity
bestial movements
11110
Appearance
Animal Magnetism
11111
Willpower
11110 00000
11110 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
00000 00000
Inoffensive to Animals
Supernatural
1
Herd 1 - 1fr
Protean 2 - 7fr
Animal Ken 3 - 2fr
Intelligence 3 - 5fr
Gear (Carried)
Smart Phone
Feeding Grounds
Apiary/house
Havens
Lives alright, large house with apiary on top. Lives with herd.
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Small truck
Other
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2025-06/Zf5pXZQe9ZXL6TRZ-brigid.png)
Dexterity
Lightning Reflexes
11111
Academics
Medieval History
10000
Willpower
11111 11110
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11100 00000
Magic Resistance
Supernatural
2
Sight Beyond Sight
Bloodline
3
Blush of Health
Physical
2
Vulnerability to Silver
Physical
2
Freebies:
+7 from Flaws (22)
-5 Willpower (17)
-12 Merits (5)
-5 Attributes (0) (Perception 3)
XP:
+15 Starting (15)
Strength 2 (11)
Manipulation 2 (7)
Valeren 2 (2)
Occult 2 (0)
Gear (Carried)
Wallet with Fake ID, Motorcycle Helmet, Key
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Reinforced Leather Jacket (Rating 1), Dagger, Short Sword
Vehicles
Motorcycle
Other
Charlotte Utkin (Vaulderie)
High
White (Dyed before Embrace)
Caenis from Fate (Uses Generated and commissioned art)
# Burian Volkov
### Overview
A seemingly young man who holds the titles Burian the Wolf and the Russian Wolf from his achievements in war and underground activity. Burian holds much tenacity although few would realise it behind his jovial attitude and youthful appearance even by the standards of Kindred.
Manipulation
Well-reasoned
11110
Intimidation
Pulling Rank
11110
Backgrounds
Herd
Retainer (Ghoul)
Haven (Security)
Title (Aediles)
Title (Warlord)
Retainer (Boris)
10000
10000
11100
00000
11100
11100
Willpower
11111 11000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111 11100 00000
Additional Discipline (Potence)
Supernatural
5
Languages (Russian, Ukrainian, Polish, German, Mandarin, Morse Code)
Mental
0
Blush of Health
Physical
2
Vulnerability to Silver
Physical
2
Special Responsibility (Maintains shipyard)
Social
1
Youthful Appearance
Physical
1
Dark Secret (has killed Kindred in the Cold War)
Social
1
Freebie Points (12)
Domain 2,3,4 - 4
Armory 1,2 - 2
Willpower 6,7 - 2
Leadership 4 - 2
Allies 1 - 1
Experience
Dominate 2, 3- 15
Potence 2, 3- 15
Presence 2- 5
Fortitude 2 - 5
Learning Celerity - 10
Celerity 2 - 7
Intimidation 3,4 - 10
Subterfuge 2,3 - 6
Etiquette 2 - 2
Firearms 4 - 6
Melee 3,4,5- 20
Drive 2 - 2
Larceny 2, 3 - 6
Streetwise 2 - 2
Herd 1- 3
Finance 2- 2
Streetwise 3 - 4
Stamina 3- 8
Alertness 3- 4
Celerity 3- 14
Stealth 3 - 4
Empathy 1, 2- 5
Intelligence 3 - 8
Wits 4 - 12
Retainer 1 - 3
Investigation 2 - 2
Fortitude dot 3 - 10
Instinct 3 - 4
Communal Haven (security) - 11
Animal Ken 1 - 3
Animal Ken 2 - 2
Retainer (Boris) 3 1,2,3 - 9
Clan Weakness- Drinks smoked blood (smokers, people who have been near fires or smoke)
Thorne owes him a Minor Boon
Gear (Carried)
Silver Knife
Revolver, Hvy
Cigarettes
Deck of cards
Wallet with cash and fake ID
Reinforced Clothing (hidden under his coat and vest)
Wooden Stake
Matches
Silver Lighter
Blackberry
Feeding Grounds
Southeast Baltimore shipyards.
Havens
A collection of shipping containers stacked together and luxuriously outfitted with everything he needs.
Equipment (Owned)
An assortment of weapons, armour, drugs and alcohol from Russia.
Vehicles
Motorcycle
Other
A seemingly young man that dresses to impress with his dress pants, overcoats, vests and polished shoes. A grey fedora is normally worn just for the sake of fashion. Much of his personal carried gear is kept in the inner pockets of his coat which is reinforced to provide minor protection. Weaponry is hidden on his body for just in case scenarios but you get more allies with carrots than sticks.
For someone who pokes his head around a lot of militaristic and gang related areas, you would think him young, too young at times but a charming face and the use of Disciplines tends to make people think otherwise.
Born into a lower ranking noble family in Kiev, Burian was fortunate in his upbringing. He received an education, had reasonable access to food and shelter and generally was happy. In his mid-teens he joined the Russian army and was specifically put in regiments that protected nobility. His first big battle was the Decembrist Revolt where he took charge and was among the first of the soldiers to follow orders to fire grape shot rounds without question into the crowd of revolutionists. History of his duty, willingness to take action and patience when observing the best course of action caught the attention of Stepan Arakcheyev, a Ventrue also within the Russian Army. After the day's executions for the Decembrist Revolt occurred on the 15th of January 1826, Burian was Embraced and taken under Stepan's wing. From learning about his new condition to the supernatural aspects of warfare and subjected to Ventrue agoge. Burian was let free of Stepan towards the end of the Crimean War and fully accepted into Ventrue society when he successfully lead a squadron of soldiers in the Baltic states.
Loyal to war and upholding regiment, Burian continued to participate in following conflicts even when a lot of Ventrue were ousted from Russian territory. He went to Poland for the January Uprising then was stationed in Manchuria to observe the construction of the Trans-Siberian Railway. For both WW1 and a decent amount of WW2, he remained stationed around the railway and Siberia until a call from help came from Moscow. Along with others stationed in Siberia, Burian raced to Moscow to assist with the battle there before moving south to participate in Stalingrad. After WW2 ended, he joined the NKVD which then became the MVD then the KGB. For most of his time he worked in East Germany and Poland where he manned the boarder whilst occasionally smuggling in media, weapons, drugs and food for information. Also during this time he teamed up with the Hunters who weaselled their way into the KGB, pretending to be one of them. Together they fought the supernatural where Burian actively killed Garou and Kindred idiotic enough to be spotted.
His time in the USSR ended when it dissolved. Overtime personal thoughts had been building about Russia and how it acted over history. From being underprepared to being walked over in the later half of the Cold War, loyalties were slipping. So, he moved to good ol' USA and found himself in Baltimore. He carved out a section of territory for himself in the southeast shipyards and went relatively unbothered due to the work he was doing running it for both mortals and Kindred. Due to a combination of Dignitas earnt during the wars he participated in and work in the shipyard, he was granted the Ventrue title of Aediles along with the pressure to keep maintaining it.
In 2012 when the Camarilla charged on in to take control of Baltimore, Burian swiftly sided with the Camarilla. As a Fledgling and as a Neonate, the Camarilla had been his faction. With time, it fluctuated but he always valued the order and structure it aimed for over the other factions. Once the war was fought, he kept maintaining the shipyard like always.
Currently, he continues participating in his duties. With William gone and the Anarch Julien in charge, Burian observes and waits to see if the former Herald is truly fit to run the city whilst keeping ties with what little Camarilla remain.
**Fun Facts:**
- He loves dogs despite dogs not loving him.
- He used to have a ghouled a black Kabarda horse named Kirill. Said horse was his companion up until WW1 where she got caught in barbed wire and machine gunned down. he hasn't had a horse since due to realising modern technology would outpace cavalry.
- He has fought bears and Nazi aligned Get of Fenris
- His lineage is the following: Ventru -> Erik Eigermann -> Hardestadt the Elder -> Rosenkrantz the Elder -> Veronika Kovaleva -> Gervasii Ivanova ->Tatyana Kuzmina -> Stepan Arakcheyev
# Calla De Carabas
### Overview
A doctor in an age when mental illness was just starting to be understood. Calla did her best to treat illments of the mind with a scientific approach that was handed down her by her parents and then refined by her husband. She made the mistake of taking in a particularly troubled young woman as a ward. A mistake that caused her death and new unlife.
Perception
Seeing the Unseen
11110
Intelligence
Carpmentilization
11110
Willpower
11110 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11100 00000
Blush of Health
Physical
-2
Phobia {The Number 13)
Mental
+2
Freebies ~ Xps~
Marits ~ 4 Occult ~ 15
Wits ~5 Empathy ~ 6
Resources - 3 Manipulation ~ 12
Specialty ~ 1 Charisma ~ 12
Alertness ~ 4
Dementation ~ 15
Computers ~ 5
Dominate ~ 10
Malkavian Time ~ 3
Do as I say Not as I say ~ 12
Buying off Old Flame ~ 4
Dominate Dot 3 ~ 15xp
Gear (Carried)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Other
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Her parents knew she was different. Her father was a doctor, her mother was his nurse. They both ran their own sanatorium where they took care of those who were mentally ill. Calla grew up around this, their patients were always gentle with her. It was more of a rest home than a hospital. It was what led her to take an interest in psychiatry. Calla wanted to be a doctor though not a nurse. Her father encouraged her even though he knew that her mind worked a bit differently. She would often say that she saw things that were not there or said things people had never told her. It was clear that Calla had her own illness but it didn't matter. Her father would find a way that she could function in normal society. When she grew into what the time was considered maturity, he started to feed her different medicines.
It took a while but finally, they got her visions under control but it opened the door for other things. There were sounds now. She would call these her spirits. The spirits would tell her who needed her. They needed her to heal them, to *fix* them. It took her all she had to try to be able to tell the difference between what was her illness and what was reality. She tried though she really did try. She tried to remember to take the cocktails that her father made for her. Sometimes it got worse, sometimes it got better. With all she had experienced and the schooling to back it, she was able to treat others. give them hope as well, if she could do it, they could too.
The first hit to her already fragile psyche was the death of her father. While he had a healthy mind he never told her or her mother that his body was being eaten away. They could barely look at him when he was already put on the ground. Hardly but Calla still did. She could swear that she saw his spirit hanging around his body and then walking towards her. Now he was her guide in the afterlife. This was when she realized that she collected spirits (not really), her mother was next to go and her spirit joined the now dozen of those that followed her. While they had moved to the States because of some accusations of unauthorized experiments, it got worse while living in a new country.
When her parents became her guides, it was over. The spirits told her who needed her help, she would bring them to her home and *fix* them. The procedures sometimes would take weeks or even months then they would join the cast of Guides now following her. Calla met a girl named Agusta. The spirits told her this was someone who needed Calla to *fix* her. Agusta sat in the home she had been left. She started to talk to her. "You will be well. I promise." "No nothing will ever be well again." Next thing she knew she woke up but her heart had stopped beating.
Calla haunted the alleyways, looking for new souls when a man caught her attention. He too had her particularities and they enjoyed seeing what ways they could bring soundness of mind to those who needed it. She told her he loved her. But then the voices, the voices screamed at her whenever she was near. He was not a good person, he was not really trying to help her. Calla tried, tried to send him away but he comes back every once in a while, and the house screams. The guides are just whispers now so she can go out. Maybe she can find a new project to work on while out and about.
# Canvas
### Overview
She's got it all~
Dexterity
Lightning Reflexes
11110
Backgrounds
Allies: Tattoo Apprentices
10000
Haven: Studio Flaneur: Guards 2/Luxury 1
11100
Path of Cathari
11111 11100
Willpower
1111110000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
00000 00000
00000 00000
Catlike Balance
Physical
1
Sleeping with the Enemy
Social
3
15 on vicissitude 1/2 - 15 on Auspex 1/2 - 10 on Haven 2/3 - 7 on Resources 2
Gear (Carried)
Razor blade, bondage cuffs, latex gloves
Feeding Grounds
Tattoo scene
Havens
Studio Flaneur
Equipment (Owned)
Dissolvent liquid, a suitcase, a casket filled with roses
Vehicles
A 1969 cherry red Volvo
Other
A small goth creature of the night, Canvas wears bondage gear and military aesthetics hand in hand. They have a rose tattoo across their neck and collarbones, and speak with a southern lilt.
Born as the seventh son of seven sons during the Great Depression, Canvas was never meant for anything great. After supporting their mom through hospital bills by getting into local New Orleans sex work, a jealous boyfriend murdered them on Valentine's Day. This was when Canvas was found by the Widows and turned into a fiendish horror. After slaughtering the rest of its family, the Priest of the Widows took Canvas on as a protege in the Path of Cathari and introduced Enlightenment in Montréal.
Now, Canvas romps through the world sowing chaos and disorder wherever it goes. By establishing a chain of Studio Flaneur's, it feeds off of the tattoo and party scene while instigating freaky ritae.
# Cindy Harmon
### Overview
A vaudeville starlet who dreamed of being in moving pictures and with the intelligence to make it happen. She also had an ego to match which drew the attention of a man in the shadows. Cindy had an illness that she was carrying that the Nosferatu blood latched onto and manifested. It took her a while to get used to this new lifestyle but Cindy was nothing if not adaptive. She helped set up a pirate radio station, giving information to those who knew how to tune in while finding a way to entertain again. Through the years she's adapted to the new ways of communication, now she's a vtuber going under the moniker Claudia Du Lac, a cartoon "Vapyer" Her personal joke.
Chrysanthemum (Cindy) Harmon
Cyrano de Bergerac of fame
Mental P
Intelligence
Problem Solver
11111
Wits
Getting the Jump on Others
11110
Knowledge P
Investigation
Database Research
11110
Technology
Secure Communication
11110
Willpower
11111 11000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
00000 00000
Languages (Italian, Japanese, French, German, Russian, Gaelic)
Mental
0
Computer Aptitude (granted with computers 5)
Mental
0
Touch of Frost
Supernatural
1
Cold Breeze
Supernatural
1
Freebie: 19 Experience:85 Left: 7
Obfuscate: 7 Dexterity: 8 Animal Kin: 5
Technology: 2 Academics: 4 Etiquette: 6
Stealth: 2 Potence: 5 Leadership: 5
Performance: 2 Brawl: 5 Expression: 5
Willpower: 4 Intimidation: 5 Empathy: 2
Streetwise: 5 Resources: 2
Survival: 9 Animalism: 10
Potence: 10 Science - 9
Crafts - 4 Crafts - 6
Athletics - 5 Resources - 4
Streetwise ` 10 Subterfuge - 4
Investigation - 15 Law ` 2
Allies ~ 3 Allies ~ 2
Domain ~ 2 Intelligence ~ 16
Melee ~ 9 Specialty ~ Improv 3
Allies ~ 4 Awareness ~ 4
Alertness ~ 3 Firearms ~ 3
Retainers ~ 2
Gear (Carried)
A backpack with a laptop and two phones, one a burner, one for personal use.
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Computer repair and building tools, power tools of various makes and models, junk lots of junk that she can probably salvage or turn into traps.
Vehicles
Other
Age total: 127 Age undead: 104
Female (in the barest since)
She has the shadow of the dancer and actress she used to be but also has the pockmarks and rot that came from the infected bite. She normally dresses in hoodies that cover her face, thick boots to help her go through the sewers without wet socks, and usually a doll mask covering her face for when she is forced to go out in public. Often accompanied by a wig of a random color.
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Chrysanthemum was talented. She had known it since the day she was old enough to be aware of herself. It was why she moved to New York as soon as she could to grace the stage with her voice and acting range. She quickly grew to stardom there but she knew that vaudeville was going to start to die soon. Like a rat knowing when to abandon ship she started saving for a ticket across the U.S Movies was the next step. She knew she was older than most of the girls there but she still looked waifish enough to make it on to the screen. Besides she knew how to make things work with what she had on hand. Never mind that people called her willful, never mind that people said that she was difficult to work with. They would fall in line or she would steamroll over them.
It was her personality rather than her beauty that caught the attention of her sire. Chaos was the embodiment of his name. He changed her to see if she kept her spirit when her good looks were gone. At first, Chrysanthemum tried to escape the confinement she had been put under to try and walk into the sun. Her depression was so deep that all she could think of was ending this hell. Surprisingly enough it was a crooner on the radio that made her stop. So she didn't have her face anymore. It didn't mean that she couldn't entertain anymore. That and the world was changing out there.
Armed with a new goal for herself she made it a point to learn as much as she could about the radio business. She realized that she was smarter than she thought something that had been underplayed during life. Down in the sewers, no one cared what she looked like, just how she could help. It was freeing in a way. With so much time on her hands now, why not learn as much as she could? With her thirst for knowledge and curiosity, she started making a network which grew along with her skills. It also made her a target. When things got rough in New York and then in New Orleans, she packed up her stuff and moved, taking her public image with her.
Modern times really were wonderful. She designed software that could read Noferatu faces and set to work on creating an avatar for herself. She could be anyone online, anything. That and a carefully chosen girl who would do anything for fame made her social media empire grow. She was entertaining again and it was the best feeling. And if the locals needed help, why not do that too.
# Daemon Astrophel
### Overview
*** “I Need Some Air. I’m Still Feeling A Tad…Dead.”
***Daemon is the silent and introverted type of intellectual. He analyzes everything and says very little unless asked to by others. There is no one that could possibly say more than maybe two things about the enigma that is Daemon, and people tend to whisper his name out of fear. He can crack a smile once in a while but when he does it’s usually means someone is going to die in the next hour or so.
***
***
Daemon Lysander Astrophel
Strength
Reserves of Strength
11111
Willpower
11111 11000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11100 00000
Lang (French, Spanish, German, Sign)
Mental
0
Hunted Like A Dog (Lasombra Sabbat)
Supernatural
+3
Disgrace to The Blood
Social
+3
Prey Exclusion (Veterans)
Mental
+1
Freebies: -2 Backgrounds, -2 willpower, -18 abilities +7 Flaws
XP: -12 two dots in perception, -2 second dot in contacts, -16 fifth dot Strength, -5 first and second dot in stealth
Gear (Carried)
Wallet, watch, throwing knives x4, Colt 1991 x2, multiple magazines, sunglasses, gloves, Cellphone x2, keys, multitool.
Feeding Grounds
Havens
A Penthouse in the City, multiple homes around the world
Equipment (Owned)
Several armories worth of weapons, security cameras, state of the art computer,
Vehicles
Many different types of vehicles of different varieties and prices including armored cars and private jets, choppers, and yachts.
Other
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**Early Life and Embrace**
Daemon was born as Elias Bjornsen in 1779, in a small coastal town in Norway. He was the son of a wealthy merchant family, renowned for their shrewd business acumen and connections with influential figures. Elias's childhood was filled with the luxuries and privileges afforded to the elite, but he also inherited a sharp mind and a ruthless ambition from his father. In his late teens, Elias became involved in the darker side of his family’s trade, delving into smuggling and illicit deals. It was during one of these dangerous ventures that he caught the eye of a Lasombra elder, who saw potential in his cunning and charisma. In 1809, Elias was Embraced and reborn as Daemon, his mortal life left behind in favor of the eternal night.
**Rise within the Clan**
Daemon quickly adapted to his new existence, embracing the shadows and the power that came with being Lasombra. He climbed the ranks of the clan with remarkable speed, using his intelligence and strategic mind to outmaneuver rivals and gain favor with his superiors. His ability to manipulate both people and situations made him an invaluable asset, and he thrived in the clandestine world of the Lasombra. However, Daemon’s rise was not without its challenges. He often found himself at odds with the rigid hierarchy and the oppressive traditions of the clan. The Lasombra’s obsession with control and dominance began to chafe at his independent spirit, creating a simmering discontent that grew with each passing decade.
**Defection to the Anarch Movement**
The turning point came in the early 21st century when he met a man by the name Julien. Befriending him, he learned about the ideals of the Anarchs, and their movement and it was thanks to his friendship and openness that he was actually able to make a change in his unlife. Sensing an opportunity, Daemon started secretly communicating with Anarch leaders, intrigued by their ideals of freedom and equality. His disillusionment with the Lasombra’s authoritarian ways pushed him closer to the Anarch cause, and in 1972, he made the bold decision to defect. Daemon’s defection was a significant blow to the Lasombra, as he was a prominent figure within the clan. He took with him not only his extensive knowledge and skills but also a network of contacts and resources. His transition to the Anarch Movement was met with mixed reactions; while some Anarchs were suspicious of his motives, others welcomed the strategic advantage he brought.
**Role in the Anarch Movement/ Present Day**
In the Anarch Movement, Daemon has become a key strategist and advisor, using his experience to help organize and strengthen the decentralized faction. His expertise in getting things done and kicking ass has proven invaluable in their ongoing struggle against both the Camarilla and the Sabbat. Despite the challenges, Daemon remains committed to the Anarch ideals, finding a sense of purpose and belonging that eluded him in his former life.
In the newest chapter of his journey he has made his way back to the person that changed his mind and gave him the will to turn to the cause, Julien. Who was now the regent of Baltimore City, a place that was one bad day away from blowing up into chaos. He hopes to be able to provide aid in some way to an old friend and possibly forge stronger bonds within the community. But that may seem harder than it looked, if that was even possible at this point.
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High school dropout, wannabe boxer, metal worker. Since immigrating to Balitmore he took a job as a full-time mechanic while taking odd jobs under the table to get more money to get by.
Willpower
11110 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11000 00000
Cat Like Balance
Physical
1
Language (Gaelic)
Mental
0
Infertile Vitae
Physical
5
+6fp for Flaws -7fp for Merits -7fp for Potence 3 -2fp for Brawl 4 -5fp for Dexterity 4 -15xp for Celerity 2,3
+20 Stamina 3,4
Gear (Carried)
An old army jacket given to him by his grandfather and a silver necklace of the cross that his mother gave him.
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Staybridge Apartment, Daniels Ultrafuckpalace.
Equipment (Owned)
A switchblade that was gifted by his grandfather, dulled and a little rusty
Vehicles
Other
Daniel is a decent looking young man. Having gone through quite the growth spurt when he was still a teenager, he worked his body to make sure his heart was as healthy as possible, this as well as his grandfather's teaching in the fighting style of slugger, turned him into a heavy-handed individual who was often seen as a bully but is more kind than his figure may seem.
Born in May, Daniel was born to a single mother and was delivered by his grandfather who would have a large impact on his life. Growing up Daniel was teased by children in school since his father had abandoned him and his mother before he was born, while his teachers told him to always tell an adult, his grandfather gave him a piece of advice he still carries with him to this day. "You want them to stop? Make them." When Daniel was a teenager, he was taught by his grandfather how to fight with the 'slugger' style of boxing, which focused on strength more than it did technique. When his mother found out Daniel had been fighting other students out of school, she berated him and introduced him to God, and through him Daniel finally found his true personality, a warm person who would only fight if it needed to be.
Once his grandfather passed away Daniel inherited what little money he had as well as his old army fatigues which he took the patches off, so no one thought he was impersonating a soldier. Daniel dropped out of high school soon after and began to work on the family farm following his mother falling ill. He worked until he was 18 where his mother passed away, giving him her cherished necklace. He couldn't bear to stay in his hometown any longer. After selling the farm per his mother's wishes.
He took the funds and boarded a plane to the United States where he settled in a damp apartment in Baltimore, taking what he had learned from his grandfather in terms of boxing and working in an undergrown boxing arena for money, and took to learning the basics of auto-body repair when he found a job at Federal Motors but having no vehicle it takes him a while to get to one place or another.
After one of his standard union meetings that took place a little farther from where his job was Daniel could tell he was being followed. Thinking it was someone trying to mug him for his money he went down an alleyway which was a mistake for the young man. Turning just in time to have hands push him into the nearby brick-wall face first and an unnatural cold feeling hitting his neck, he resisted the hands and his heavy eyelids for as long as he could, but he couldn't help himself from slowly falling unconscious.
When he came to Daniel was alone in his apartment, bleeding slightly from his neck, lightheaded and unbalanced and hungry... or was he thirsty? Making his way to the fridge in an attempt to quell the hangover-like feeling he found a note. "Get something to eat big man. You have a long day ahead of you. -J" The note spelt like a type of perfume Daniel would never be able to afford. Inside the fridge were three neat piles of blood bags, his mind went blank as he grabbed one and sunk his newfound fangs into them, he drained one of the piles and full of regret, held onto his necklace as he passed into the living room, finding more notes detailing a "Masquerade" and "Kindred" And how he had been "Embraced by a Brujah." All of this was overwhelming, he couldn't breathe, he made his way to the door finding one final note. "Don't go out in the sun, you will die. And clean your apartment."
And so. Daniel sat in his armchair. Sitting. Waiting. Going over the notes he had been given and trying to make sense, the Kindred that had embraced him was only keeping tabs on him through notes. As the day passed into night, he began to make sense of his newfound powers, being able to move quicker and lift things much easier than he was before. He went out and made a note of his... "feeding grounds" and another about his "Havens." After forcing himself to drink the blood of a drunkard Daniel made his way back home, Silent.
And began to clean his apartment. Just as his Sire instructed.
# Darrius “Anubis” Husani
### Overview
*"You can prevent your opponent from defeating you through defense, but you cannot defeat him without taking the offensive."* Working things out with words was never a talent that Darrius had. Growing up hungry and bullied, he learned at a young age that things were solved much faster by beating the hell out of anyone that stood against you. Whether it be racist Frenchmen, bullies in school, opponents in the ring, or fellow kindred. Darrius isn't afraid to take anyone out that dares keep him from doing as he pleases or if they try to hurt anyone in his clan. He's never been known to show mercy on the field of battle and has even gotten such a reputation for killing that they call him "Anubis" which he helped cement by wearing a black jackal mask when working.
Celebrity Athlete turned Cult Enforcer
Strength
Reserves of Strength
11110
Intimidation
Physical Coercion
11110
Academics
Egyptian History
11000
Willpower
11111 11000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11100 00000
Language (French, ancient Egyptian)
Mental
1
Freebies: -8 (Abilities), -4 willpower, Merit -2, Background -1
XP: -10 (two dots in Stealth), -6 (dot in athletics), -6 (dot in intimidation), -8 (dot in dexterity), -5 (dot in obfuscate)
Gear (Carried)
desert eagle pistols x2, throwing knives x6, keys, wallet, extra mags, various types of currency
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Various Armors, armories and caches of weapons in various locations around the world
Vehicles
He has a passion for collecting Vehicles and has a very impressive collection ranging from, classic cars, luxury cars, planes, yachts, and helicopters.
Other
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-06/5FFjj8T5oHb9nWrJ-whatsapp-image-2020-11-18-at-102947.jpg)
Darrius' life was one full of strife and pain growing up as a French born African in Paris, France. His mother a gorgeous African immigrant and his father a French soldier. His mother was killed when he was only seven by a group of men who cornered her in alley at night and did unspeakable things to her, each taking their turn with her before leaving her beaten to death there for the rats to feast on her. His father blamed himself for it and three years later ended his own life right in front of Darrius. Afterwards this left him alone and, on the streets, where he would learn to fight for his life each and every night.
It was during one of these nights where he would meet a man, also of African descent, who would make him an offer that was too good to refuse. In return for food, a warm bed, and a chance to learn any profession he wanted, Darrius just had to work for him and join him every time he would go to temple for some sort of religion that he practiced. This man was Antoine Mercer, and he would end up taking him to the local temple of the followers of Set.
Over the years Darrius would learn from Antoine and eventually be embraced by him into the Clan. This would lead to Darrius become a devout follower of the religion, specifically getting very attuned to the warrior aspect of the deity Set. He focused years upon years on mastering the art of war, various different martial arts and fighting styles, and became proficient in using most any weapon he could get his hand on, excelling most with the sword. In fact, his preferred weapon being the Egyptian khopesh.
Eventually over time Darrius made his own mark on the world as warrior of Set, and assassin. He would make the name "Anubis" internationally known, to the point when it is mentioned that he is in any country, world leaders fear that they will end up being killed. Over the years he's become a myth and legend among the mortal world, a boogeyman to all of those in power around the world. They know that when the Jackal faced assassin shows his face, they will surely die and there's no one that can stop him from dragging them to the underworld.
Currently, Darrius has made his way to Baltimore, as he has heard that the city is in chaos, but the Followers of Set there are thriving. Not only that, but he also needed a new change of scenery and he felt like there would be many fun opportunities for him to help spread the word of his great god. Only time could tell if he made a good decision or a bad one. One thing was for sure, he was eager to get his hands dirty in the name of Set.
# Darrus [Bassist of Riot Squad]
### Overview
Fuck the Camarilla, Fuck the Sabbat, and Fuck any Baronies mate!
Punk Anarch Bassist (Hobje Brown)
Charisma
Working the Crowd
11110
Willpower
11111 10000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
00000 00000
Dynamic Personality
Clan
5
Language (BSL, ASL, French, Japanese, Italian, Lip Reading)
0
Hard of Hearing
Physical
1
Permanent Fangs
Physical
3
15 Freebie points
15 XP
Appearance +1 from Malleable Visage
8/7/24
Potence 3 > 4 xp 15
Brawl 3 > 4 xp 6
8/28/24
Law 0 > 1 xp 3
Medicine 2 > 3 xp 4
Firearms 0 > 1 xp 3
Leadership 0 > 1 xp 3
Expression 0 > 1 xp 3
Drive 3 > 4 xp 6
Wits 3 > 4 xp 12
5/19/25
Firearms 1>2 xp 2
Dexterity 3>4 xp 12
Gear (Carried)
Bass Guitar, Cricket Bat, Smart Phone,
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Ford e350 15 passenger van
Other
Black dreads w/ Purple tips
Darrus was born in south London, He got deep in the Anarcho-Punk scene. His sire embraced him, Learning that even Kindred Anarchs have heirarchies, he decides to work on burning all Kindred hierarchies to the ground.
# Dallas Wingate
### Overview
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A strange kindred who has either been extremely fortunate, or uncharacteristically hard-working and diligent to maintain her current level of humanity. Dallas comes off as an average woman, though the truth is not so simple as that.
It's a coin-toss, how you might find her, and how she might treat you; she's a fickle one and often oscillates between the kindest soul you might meet and a disagreeable hermit who may not have showered in a few days.
Dallas likes to have her little world under control, and so she hardly leaves the safety of her home or the comfort of her routine, using her nightmares and dreams to determine how far she can safely stray on her pinball's path between clouds of auras.
Willpower
11110 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
1111111111
00000 00000
Acute Sense(Smell)
Physical
1pt
Blush of Health
Physical
2pt
Inoffensive to Animals
Supernatural
1pt
Deceptive Aura
Supernatural
1pt
Vulnerability to Silver
Physical
2pt
Incomplete Understanding
Social
1pt
Points from Flaws: 6
Freebie Points: 15(21)
-------------------------
Spent on Merits: -5
Spent on Willpower: -2
Discipline (Auspex): -7
Ability (Streetwise): -2
Attribute (Appearance) -5
-------------------------
Experience: +15
Ability (Drive): -3
Ability (Stealth): -4
Attribute (Manipulation): -8
Gear (Carried)
Sprig of Rosemary, Sweat pants, Slides, Tank top.
Ruger LCP II (Carries when she travels to far or unfamiliar places)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Dallas resides in a single-story dwelling in the southwest district.
Luxury 1, Size 1, Security 2
Equipment (Owned)
Ruger LCP II Lite Rack .22 LR Pistol, Electronic Drum Kit
Vehicles
2006 Toyota Celica (Black)
Other
Current art is a placeholder, though it is her fc.
Long and lanky, Dallas is built like a swimmer. She dresses plainly, mostly t-shirts, jeans or pajama pants and slides, generally going out without much alteration from sleep.
Dallas grew up in Northern Florida, to unremarkable parents with moderate wealth. Her youth went well, she did fine in school, made friends and spent most of those days barefoot, running freely in muggy swamps, or playing drums in a garage band behind them. After high school was when things started to go south for her, signs of mental health struggles began plaguing her, causing her to stumble into her early 20s without retaining much other than *how to play drums* and a long list of things *not to ever do again*.
Despite her best efforts, opportunity struck, Her band (The Strumpets) hit their zenith and began touring the east coast. After a couple years and developing a meager cult-following, they took a break and she bought a house out in the sticks of west Maryland. After a few months of peace, Dallas was drugged at a bar and caught just as she found her car, which her assailant used to drive her home and destroy her life as she knew it. Though she never learned the identity of her sire, she sure as hell found a million ways to hate them.
The next week she stayed inside, wrapped in a blanket, slowly devolving into lifelessness. It wasn't until she came to, from the sickening thud of her ragged cat's skull bouncing off the wooden floor and the bitter flavor of his blood on her lips sent her into a monthlong depression, from which her escape was the blood of a jogger over town she'd sworn she'd tasted in a dream the day prior.
There was a knock at her door the following night, and her sickly guest let himself in, introducing himself as R. Totale. The two strangely hit it off, as he began an unprompted verbal exploration of her new condition, which much to her delight, was done in a manner that made her feel divine. Totale warned her about the dangers of moving into the city, and the importance of preserving her humanity. Totale gave her the moral options for feeding and answered all the questions she found the courage to ask. The two of them went on like this for a year or so, meeting weekly and talking the nightlong about their shared condition, teaching her how to harness her abilities, until one night, and like any good student, Dallas decided her eccentric mentor was walking too slowly and insisted she could go much faster, packing her things and heading into Baltimore to his chagrin. The last night they spoke, she vividly remembers him tapping her on the forehead and declaring "I'm the great God Pan, you will walk in my image or die under the sun." A month later, she was on her way to Baltimore.
Dallas never learned his real name, and to this day calls the strange man Pan, though as of late, their interactions have been few and far between, and never close to home.
# Declan Gornt
### Overview
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-11/acShbmekdC27P5DN-image-1730710731320.jpeg)
A man of few word, Declan is the Stoic silent type when he's not needed to win over a courtroom. Having fought some battles with a blade and others with a pen, Mr. Gornt is always strategic when he has to apply 'pressure'.
But on the occasions he finds time to relax, he lets his shoulders slump and the bags under his eyes to show...
Dame Olivia Douglas Scott
Expert Skill: Demolitions
10000
Willpower
11111 11100
00000 00000
Blood Pool
00000 00000
00011 11111
Uncommon Vitae Preference
Clan
**-2**
Sleeping with the Enemy
Social
**-3**
Demon Hounded
Supernatural
**-2**
**Freebie Points: 15 (+7 from Flaws)** **Experience Earned:** **98 (Neonate)** - Dominate 2 = 5
- Fortitude 2 = 5
- Presence 2 = 5
- Dominate 3 = 10
- Presence 3 = 10
- Retainer 1 = 3
- Fortitude 3 = 10
- Firearms 3 = 4
- Presence 4 = 15
- Athletics 1 = 3
- Athletics 2 = 2
- Athletics 3 = 4
- Celerity 1 = 10
**Unspent Experience: 12
Awarded:** - Status 4 (Primogen)
Gear (Carried)
Pricey but not too expensive, respectable business suit
Nokia 3310 mobile phone
40 year old pager
.45ACP Colt M1911 service pistol (Licensed)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Penthouse apartment in 1 South St.
Equipment (Owned)
.30-06 M1 Garand Carbine (Service Issued Korean War, Licensed, kept in Declan's office at the Firm)
Vehicles
Bentley Continental GT V8 Coupe
Other
**Known Languages:** English (Native), Korean (having fought in the war), Spanish (Leant because of the Matherson's and the firms clients).
**Ventrue Refined Palate/Uncommon Vitae Preference:** Jury members or those who served on a jury in the last 30 days.
**Lineage:**
- Dame Olivia Douglas Scott (9th Gen.)
- Madeline Graceford (8th Gen)
- Harold Thursby (7th Gen.)
- [Rhodry](https://whitewolf.fandom.com/wiki/Rhodry) (6th Gen.)
- [Geraint](https://whitewolf.fandom.com/wiki/Geraint) (5th Gen.)
- [Mithras ](https://whitewolf.fandom.com/wiki/Mithras_(VTM))(4th Gen.)
- [Ventru ](https://whitewolf.fandom.com/wiki/Ventrue_Antediluvian)(3rd Gen.)
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-11/X02KiyfkHvRwAmej-larry-and-starly-pokemon-and-1-more-drawn-by-domo-domo-kizusuki.jpg)
Declan Gornt was born on July 11, 1930, to a conservative family near Baltimore, Maryland. He grew up in the shadow of the Great Depression and World War II, molding him into a disciplined, resilient man. By 20, he enlisted in the U.S. Navy Seabees, where he served with distinction during the Korean War as a Combat Engineer, rising to the rank of Petty Officer E-5. His experiences in combat left him with a rigid sense of duty, but also a hint of disillusionment. Declan’s one claim to fame was partaking in the Seabee’s drunken theft of North Korean trains, where his hands were scarred by a locomotive’s boiler, since which he has hidden with leather gloves [\[Source\]](https://youtu.be/1bmnMFZawvM?si=6DhOEEohVs1F2Ykf). His desire to shape the future through means beyond brute force led him to law.
Returning stateside, Declan pursued pre-law at Johns Hopkins University, eventually earning a law scholarship to Yale. During his studies, he met Cillian Matherson, a fellow aspiring attorney who shared his vision for justice—and his ambition. They became fast friends, bonded by shared ideals and long nights of rigorous study. Declan earned his law degree at 29, celebrating a future he believed he’d carved with his own hands.
That same evening of October 31st, 1959, as others celebrated Halloween, his life took an unexpected turn. Dame Olivia Douglas Scott, a dignified and centuries-old Ventrue, saw immense potential in him. She Embraced Declan, welcoming him into the world of the Kindred with a calculated sense of mentorship. Adjusting to vampiric life was challenging; Declan's ambitions grew, yet he now understood the rules were far more rigid and perilous than any mortal could imagine. Under Dame Olivia’s guidance, he refined his instincts and developed the poise expected of a Ventrue, masking his predatory nature behind impeccable manners and an unfaltering smile.
With his sire’s support, Declan co-founded Matherson.Gornt Law Firm with Cillian. The firm aimed to be a cornerstone of influence, a place where Declan could wield power quietly, pulling strings behind the scenes. Yet the 1970s and '80s were tumultuous for them, and Cillian's unexpected passing in the late ‘90s while overseas left Declan reeling. He mourned his friend’s death, and, with some detachment, watched as Lillian, Cillian’s daughter, took her father's place at the firm. Surprisingly, Lillian proved to be a formidable partner, and together, they revived the firm's fortunes.
Now, Matherson.Gornt Law Firm has established itself as a powerful player in the legal and political underworld. Declan continues to expand his influence, balancing the demands of his Ventrue lineage with the ruthlessness needed to thrive in the vampire elite. Driven by ambition, loyalty to his sire, and a deeply ingrained sense of duty, Declan sees himself as a new breed of Ventrue—a modern architect of power, willing to play by the old rules but always seeking new ways to bend them.
Declan Gornt built a legacy over decades, transitioning from ambitious lawyer to an influential figure in both mortal and vampiric realms. For years, his law firm with Cillian Matherson's daughter, Lillian, became a quiet powerhouse in the East Coast legal scene, thanks to Declan's subtle use of Dominate and meticulous documentation that allowed him to "inherit" his own position when needed.
But around 2010, Declan’s fabricated identities began to strain his relationship with Lillian. Though he manipulated the memories of many, Lillian's suspicions persisted, her mind somehow resistant to Kindred tampering. After Declan relocated temporarily to New York, Lillian’s curiosity led her to her father’s occult archives, which he had accumulated on his many overseas trips. One fateful night, she opened a text she should not have touched. Drunk and impulsive, she inadvertently summoned a weak demon from the Abyss. With no proper protections in place, the demon seized upon her vulnerable soul, merging with her and creating a new, complex entity: Lillian Matherson, bound with Kyrael, a demon of the ancient House of Devils.
When Declan returned to Baltimore, he found a transformed Lillian, vibrant and youthful as she had been in her mid-twenties. Yet her eyes held a fiery depth that even his vampiric senses recognized as something unnatural. Kyrael's fiery presence heightened Lillian's emotions, particularly her long-standing infatuation with Declan. For his part, Declan felt drawn to her in ways he had denied for decades, especially considering the godfatherly bond he shared with her since childhood. But Lillian’s allure, now intensified by Kyrael’s demonic energy, shattered his carefully cultivated restraint. Their reunion led to mutual confessions of their feelings and an unveiling of each other’s true natures.
This revelation marked a profound turning point in Declan’s unlife. Loving Lillian meant embracing a paradox: a vampire, a creature bound to eternal darkness, drawn to a demon-possessed mortal whose existence defied mortal and Kindred logic alike. Together, they now navigate the dualities of their relationship, masking shared tenderness behind witty jabs. Their bond has grown even as Declan remains engaged in Camarilla politics and Ventrue affairs, balancing his ancient obligations with the passionate partnership that now defines his existence.
In late 2024, Declan finally returns to Baltimore with a renewed sense of purpose. He intends to establish his position among the local Kindred, reclaim his influence, and finally make things official with Lillian/Kyrael, hoping that love—or something close to it—might sustain them both through the chaos and secrecy of unlife.
Blackheart is a merciless killer for the Sabbat. He was given the monicker for both his ruthlessness and mastery of Obtenebration. He is called in to eliminate the Sabbat's enemies, nothing more. He does not play politics. He is not in this for financial gain. In fact, Blackheart looks down upon the Assamites and their condition of payment. Blackheart is a Sabbat loyalist bordering on fanatic, who has only one mission, one need: kill the enemies of the Sabbat to secure power then move on.
Donovan "Blackheart" Briar
Manipulation
Well-Reasoned
11110
Humanity/Path
11110 00000
Path of Power and Inner Voice
Willpower
11111 11000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11110 00000
Controllable Night Sight
2
Freebie Points:
5 points for Strength 5
5 points for Stamina 5
3 points for Willpower 7
2 points for Stealth 5
Experience: 162
52 experience for Fortitude 4
17 experience for Auspex 2
17 experience for Protean 2
10 experience for Potence 2
17 experience for Celerity 2
18 experience for Armor of the Abyss
6 experience for Occult 4
8 experience for Brawl 5
5 experience for specializations
2 experience for Domain 1
Gear (Carried)
Feeding Grounds
St. Vincent de Paul Cemetery
Havens
A mausoleum within the cemetery
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Other
The Undertaker (Mark Callaway)
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-09/uACKGG1dILMWWVZr-3616923987-fd5d09e23e.jpg)
Donovan was born around the turn of the 19th century in New Orleans. His family grew up poor on the streets of the city. And Donovan thought they were being denied their fair share. With his size and strength developing at an early age, Donovan quickly developed skills in strong armed robbery often targeting the children of wealthy families. As he grew up Donovan branched out into cat burglary, mugging, and occasionally brute squad and body guard work.
With an established reputation for nefarious work and brutal bar fights, Donovan was approached one day in a tavern by a young Jean Lafitte to join his crew. Donovan had never been on a boat, but given his growing reputation and fewer places to hide out in, Donovan felt the proposition had merit. For 10 years Donovan sailed and plundered with Lafitte. He was one of the most feared members of the crew, showing to be ruthless in his techniques of disposing of enemy sailors.
Donovan's life forever changed after the battle at Omas, Honduras. Many assumed Lafitte perished in the skirmish, but in fact Donovan proved to be his captain's salvation. It was then that Donovan discovered why his captain kept to his quarters during the day. Donovan was embraced into the realm of kindred, and together they retreated back to the states to Miami.
It was in Miami that Donovan was introduced to the Sabbat. Being Lasombra they were readily welcomed and though Lafitte was grateful, he had other ambitions for unlife and left Miami after arranging for most of his hidden fortune to be retrieved. Donovan meanwhile learned from many of the clans and was instrumental in helping keep Miami Sabbat. Over the decades Donovan proved brutal in his methods, unfeeling in mercy and quite adapt with Obtenebration earning him the moniker "Blackheart". Any covert Camarilla, Anarchs, or other enemies of the Sabbat met a swift and vicious end at the hands of this assassin.
Due to his success at delivering Final Death to the enemies of the Sabbat he caught the attention of the Black Hand. It was under their direction that Donovan was sent to numerous cities to dispose of obstacles where needed for the Sabbat. Now the latest word from on high is Baltimore is in need of select individuals to be removed and have the city join the surrounding area under Sabbat control. Donovan has arrived to ensure that happens.
# Draven Angelos
### Overview
***"The real truth isn't what matters in court. It's the truth that they'll best understand that you want to tell."***
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At first glance Draven is just a great lawyer that works for his own major firm. He seems nice enough and charming. But truthfully, Draven is the most unpredictable person that probably has walked the face of the earth. He could be happy and smiling one moment and then ripping your heart out with a spoon the next. He doesn’t like being told what to do and he thinks that family is the only thing on the planet worth a shit. No life is beneath him snuffing out, that’s of course unless it is that of a child or pregnant woman. Monsters don’t have to be monsters all the time. He will give anyone a run for their money intellectually speaking, and physically speaking, well there’s a reason he’s not been caught doing his other work. The man is a walking and breathing weapon. He gets his job done for both the clan and his clients.
Appearance
Unforgettable Face
11110
Willpower
11111 11000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
00000 00000
Cast No Reflection
Supernatural
+1
Cold Breeze
Supernatural
+1
Touch of Frost
Supernatural
+1
Freebies: -5 Merits, +3 Flaws, -4 Backgrounds, -3 willpower, -2 Humanity. -4 ability (melee).
XP: -9 (Brawl) , -10 (Leadership), -4 Dex, -4 Stamina, -6 (Law), -2 (Politics)
Gear (Carried)
Wallet, keys, desert eagle (handgun), smart phone x2, USB (Encrypted) x2, Kevlar Laced Suits,
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Angelos Law: A beautiful Highrise that is home to his law firm and several other companies who rent some floors in the building as well as a penthouse home at the top of the building where Draven lives along with his herd.
Equipment (Owned)
Laptop (Encrypted), multiple sets of swords, collection of ancient weapons and paintings
Vehicles
Many Luxury Cars, Private Jet, Helicopter, Armored Cars, A Super Yacht
Other
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-06/U1gQIEMmGT5ca4xy-tumblr-o171jedtqx1u55pcro1-500.png)
Draven was born a kind person. But many people early on in life took advantage of that. So, he himself had to become cruel and unforgiving to the rest of the world in return. That way if anyone ever got the idea of messing with his family, they would think twice when they saw the type of person he was and what he was capable of doing to those that stood against him. He's arrogant, at one point saying, "I believe I'm powerful, therefore I am." He exudes confidence and emanates a quiet menace. There's a quiet assurance about him, a confidence in himself and the space he occupies. He looks like trouble and gives off the same aura of primal danger as a wild animal. He is a predator through and through. Draven has an iron grip of self-control around himself, but his inner monster is never far. He's not very good at showing a wide range of emotions and is skilled at masking his true emotions. He is determined, intelligent, sly, and cunning. can be a perfectionist, and his attention to detail is astounding. His personal motto is acta non verba, or "actions, not words," and he lives by this principle. He is aloof at times, but he can also be charming and flirtatious when he wishes to be. He approaches everything strategically, even seduction. He values his secrets, and all of these qualities are what make him a perfect lawyer and an even better hitman.
# Earl "Thorne" Bratovich
### Overview
“I was wondering what would break first — your spirit…or your body.”
- Bane, The Dark Knight Rises.
A hulking individual of muscle and reserved menace. At 7' 7" and 350 lbs., he is a walking mountain. Having a nearly complete disregard for humans, seeing them as little more that cattle to experiment on, he delights at instilling abject terror in his prey.
Dexterity
Lightning Reflexes
11110
Willpower
11111 11100
00000 00000
Blood Pool
00000 00000
01111 11111
Revenant Disciplines (Bratovich)
Clan
3
Revenant Weakness (Bratovich)
Clan
-3
Touch of Frost
Supernatural
-1
Beacon of the Unholy
Supernatural
-2
Cast no Reflection
Supernatural
-1
Creation Rites
Auctoritas
Games of Instinct
Auctoritas
Sermons of Caine
Auctoritas
Contrition Ritus
Ignoblis
Acceptance Ritus
Ignoblis
**Freebie Points: 15 (+7 from Flaws)**
**Starting Experience: 236 (Ancilla)**
- Fortitude 2 = 5
- Vicissitude 4 = 15
- Vicissitude 5 = 20
- Potence 1 = 10
- Potence 2 = 7
- Obfuscate 1 = 10
- Obfuscate 2 = 7
- Dexterity 4 = 12
- Animalism 1 = 10
- Animal Ken 1 = 3
- Obfuscate 3 = 14
- Obfuscate 4 = 21
- Flaying Touch (Combo Power) = 12
- Willpower 7 = 6
- Willpower 8 = 7
- Stealth 2 = 2
- Survival 2 = 2
- Celerity 1 = 10
- Sabbat Rituals 1 = 3
- Sabbat Rituals 2 = 2
- Occult 4 = 6 (Free specialty: Noddist Lore)
- Auspex 1 = 10
- Auspex 2 = 7
- Technology 1 = 3
- Technology 2 = 2
- Auspex 3 = 14
**Unspent Experience: 16
Awarded:
- Status (Templar) 3
- Rep**
Flaying Touch (Potence 2, Vicissitude 2)
Gear (Carried)
A bone machete made from his his own femur, and stored in a flesh crafted pocket on his back.
A Zippo Lighter.
Feeding Grounds
Trailor parks and the homeless
Havens
An old, run down, but still populated Trailor park
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
1987 Ford F-Series Ranger Bigfoot Cruiser Pickup Truck, the body if not maintained with dints, scratches and rust spots.
Other
Vinculum to Viorel (to Thorne 0 due to unbondable)
6
Vinculum to Nancy (to Thorne 8)
10
Vinculum to Donovan (to Thorne 1)
4
Vinculum to Max (to Thorne 8)
6
Vinculum to Mars (to Thorne 5)
2
Vinculum to Rachael (to Thorne 7)
6
Vinculum to Mickey (to Thorne 1)
1
Vinculum to Brigid (to Thorne 10)
5
**Bratovich Hellhounds:**
***Gator**
-A large, muscular Doberman-*
**Attributes:** Strength 4, Dexterity 3, Stamina 4, Perception 3, Intelligence 2, Wits 3
**Abilities:** Alertness 3, Athletics 3, Awareness 3, Brawl 4, Empathy 2, Intimidation 4, Survival (Tracking) 4
**Disciplines:** Potence 1, Celerity 1
**Willpower:** 3, **Blood Pool:** 3
**Health Levels:** OK, -1, -1, -2, -2, -5, Incapacitated
**Armour Rating:** 0 (4 Dice Soak, total)
**Attack:** Bite (Str+1 Aggravated), Claw (Str, Bashing)
**Vicissitude Mods:** Vicious Maw (Bite does Aggravated damage)
***Dixie** -A Mastiff who has been breed and crafted to a hulking size-*
**Attributes:** Strength 3, Dexterity 3, Stamina 5, Perception 3, Intelligence 2, Wits 3
**Abilities:** Alertness 3, Athletics 3, Awareness 3, Brawl 4, Empathy 2, Intimidation 4, Survival (Tracking) 4
**Disciplines:** Potence 1, Fortitude 1
**Willpower:** 3, **Blood Pool:** 3
**Health Levels:** OK, -1, -1, -2, -2, -5, Incapacitated
**Armour Rating:** 2 (8 Dice Soak, 3 Dice Soak vs Aggravated)
**Attack:** Bite (Str+1 Lethal), Claw (Str, Bashing)
**Vicissitude Mods:** Armored Hide (Armour Rating of 2)
Secluded deep within an old forest that would be known in the modern nights as the Monongahela National Forest of the Appalachian Mountains, West Virginia, stood the Bratovich Homestead. The family had chosen to leave their ancestral homes in Europe due to prejudice and financial hardship, they’d crossed the Atlantic to the new world and settled there during the 1700s.
In 1782, during the tail end of the Revolutionary War, Earl’s birth was a cursed affair. Whether due to the Revenant family’s supernatural practices or inbreeding, the infant’s birth bore many complications as the baby was malformed and ghoulishly strong. To save his mother’s life the family had to use their Vicissitude arts to extract the child from his mother or they both would have perished. As he grew with his deformities, Earl’s childhood was marred with more than his fair share of hardships. The family refused to use their crafts to fix the boy’s body, whether out of cruelty or wanting to see the child strive to overcome their weaknesses, who can say. Although Earl’s body was twisted and misshapen, he bore a sharp mind and as he grew, he observed his environment and learnt all he could. By the age of twelve he had picked up the rudimentary understanding of Flesh Crafting, beginning his first steps upon a road that would do more than just fix his body.
Through his adolescence, the family witnessed Earl shift from a hapless, deformed wretch of a person to a young man of surprising stature. At 18 years old, the young man stood six foot, seven inches and was nearly 250 pounds, Earl had more than adapted, his body was like clay to his will. The young Bratovich was gaining favor within the family, and over time he joined the family’s hunting parties, not just to hunt game to feed them, but also to hunt and push back the werewolves that stalked the Appalachians. Since the family settled those mountains, the Bratovich and the local Garou packs had developed a deep bitter enmity. Likely due to the supernatural nature of both factions, the nearby Cherokee tribes thankfully stayed away from their conflicts. This did not help much as over the following years Earl ranged further afield from the homestead, hunting for more and more material for his foul Flesh Crafting experiments. He did not care where the flesh came from, it was all ‘Meat’ to him, animals, newly proclaimed Americans or natives, they were all the same in his eyes, but he did particularly prize Garou flesh.
The years went by and in 1846, at the age of 64, Earl had sculpted his physique to the hulking size of 7’ 7” and 350 lbs. and having now hunted the Garou for decades he had proven how much he was a thorn in their sides, earning the man his nickname. But during this time a shadow from the family’s past patiently observed him. In the Americas the Bratovich had the chance to reestablish themselves, and after a while they reconnected and renewed their ties with their supernatural origins, the Kindred of Clan Tzimisce. One if them had heard of Earl and his proclivities, particularly his new interest in causing terror, reveling at instilling fear in those he preys upon. In Thorne’s minds he never truly viewed himself as human, this piqued the interest of a visiting Tzimisce, who chose to gift Thorne with the Curse of Caine and Embraced him. Thorne only recalls encountering a pool of blood that moved before he passed out, rising hours later as Kindred. Left and abandoned by his Sire, Thorne was helped by his family, who praised him for receiving such an honor.
During the American Civil War, a number of Bratovich family members were conscripted into the Union Army, war offered Thorne new opportunities and although he didn’t enlist, he found nearby battlefields to be too tantalizing an occasion to test his menagerie of Flesh Crafted Abominations. A few camping stories arose from Thorne’s homemade horrors causing chaos or stalking troop encampments in the night. By the time the US introduced the Draft in the early 20th century, most of the Bratovich family that still remained on their homestead didn’t appear on any census, so were never called up to fight in either world wars. But it was during this time that Thorne was actively recruited into the wider activities of the Sabbat. He was requested to help with Sabbat actions in Detroit where he not just helped but proved to be such a monster amongst both Kindred and Kine, that he was awarded the title of Templar by the Archbishop, then politely asked to leave.
With the advent of technology and the invention of films, during the mid to late 20th century, Thorne found a genuine interest in Horror movies, in particular, Slasher, Gore and Body Horror genres. Seeing how these forms of media had worked their way into the zeitgeist, Thorne went as far as to fashion a mask he Bone Crafted to his own skull, and fanged mouths in his palms to still be able to feed, all to better incite fear.
Since the ‘40s, Thorne has served the Sabbat where needed, a tool to be used when conventional methods fail. Recently the Sabbat hierarchy of the East Coast have grown tired of the loss of Baltimore, some ten years prior. And with Archbishop Warin of DC not having done anything of worth in trying to retake Baltimore, the diocese has sent Thorne in to stir the proverbial pot.
# Elijah Augustus Giovanni
### Overview
Most of the family in Baltimore won't speak of him out of superstition. He is likely the only one with his atavism in North America. Those things combined give him a great deal of autonomy.
Autonomy he wields as well as he wields his words: Like a motherfucking sledgehammer.
Other than Rosa Giovanni, the family matriarch in Baltimore, he's an outcast in his own Clan and amongst those who professed to love him the most. Elijah is abrasive on good nights, downright cruel on bad ones, and only cares for perhaps three individuals.
If you have to ask? You're not one of them.
The One They Don't Talk About
Computers
(Computer Languages)
11110
Disciplines
Necromancy...............................
11100
Willpower
11111 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11100 00000
Sanguine Incongruity
Giovanni
5
Prestigious Sire
Social
1
Languages (Italian, English)
Infertile Vitae
Supernatural
5
Recruitment Target (Setites)
Social
1
Ritual of the Smoking Mirror
1
**Freebies**
7 - Potence 1
7 - Obfuscate 2
1 - Generation 3
**Experience **
Charisma 2 - 4
Drive 1 - 3
Survival 1 - 3
Streetwise 1 and 2 - 7
Survival 1 and 2 - 7
Investigation 1 and 2 - 7
Finance 1 - 3
Medicine 1 -2
Intelligence 4 - 12
Computer 4 - 6
Occult 4 - 6
Necromancy 3 - 10
Sepulcher Path 1 - 7
Contacts 1 and 2 - 5
Brawl 4 - 8
Larceny 1 - 3
Bought Off: Shy Flaw
Performance 1 - 3XP
Gear (Carried)
Pocket Knife, Wallet, Smart Phone, laptop case
Feeding Grounds
Little Italy; Domain of The Giovanni
Havens
Townhouse Belonging to his Sire; 210 S. High Street
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-07/ta3NofjQCzfR4Ya1-210-s-high-street.jpg)
Equipment (Owned)
Ritual implements, Top-of-the-Line Desktop Computer, Uncle's (Sire's) Library
Vehicles
2023 Audi E-tron S Sportsback (A 10 Year Gift from Aunt Rosa)
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2022-08/bycPtguv1GoQnhTr-audi.jpg)
Other
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-07/tGb0MC3FfiYI9lWc-dead.jpg)
Elijah's untimely death was just that: Untimely.
Before that, he was just another college student. One who had a bit more insight into the way things really worked in the world, but still just a kid going to college and majoring in Graphic Design and Coding, and running the occasional errand for a few of his 'night owl' family members.
A few pretty lucrative errands, and mostly for his Uncle Ephraim, but that is beside the point.
The night is one that Elijah relives every time he closes his eyes in daysleep. He'd been on his way home from late-classes, and he's convinced to his night he was targeted. He was grabbed, and then three nights later--three nights that he tries incredibly hard to forget--he was dumped on the steps of La Scala Ristorante (one of the family's front-restaurants), near death and unable to tell anyone what had happened to him.
It was his Uncle Ephraim who did it. Who had his cousins leave them alone in the private party room, and after attempting to get answers out of Elijah did the only thing he could to keep him alive long enough learn the truth of what had happened.
He Embraced him.
As per a lot of the Family, it wasn't done properly or something went wrong that night. Maybe it was because Elijah hadn't been properly prepared the way most Giovanni are, or maybe it was because he'd been so close to death prior to the Embrace, but he wasn't...right. Instead of the normal curse their family was stricken with, Elijah instead looked as though he were a fresh corpse, and no matter how hard he tried, or how much his sire attempted to teach him, he was unable to quicken his blood to make him seem more alive.
Which was why, after Ephraim called in a few favors, Elijah was taught the art of Obfuscate.
Since those nights, Elijah studies, and spends a good deal of his time alone. The Family tends to be odd around him. He's still provided for and protected--he IS still Giovanni--but he tends to be kept at arms' length by the younger members of the family, and given a wide berth by those who are older.
And his Sire?
He left a few years ago. Left Elijah to his studies in their shared penthouse while he traveled to various places where their family Elders were ensconced.
Because while Elijah believes his Uncle is attempting to escape him, the truth of the matter is Ephraim Giovanni is searching for answers as to 'why'.
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2022-09/kQ4GZwmWZ5w34k3m-void-stiles-teen-wolf-by-the-alef-d9gnpu1-fullview.jpg)
# Enzo Giovanni [Rhythm Guitar, Riot Squad]
### Overview
Enzo Giovanni is the rhythmic guitarist for Riot Squad. Surely there is nothing else to this young face.
Lorenzo Cristofolo Valerio Giovanni
Performance
Guitar, Violin
11110
Occult
Necromancy, Wraiths
11111
Willpower
11111 11100
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11111 00000
Consanguineous Resistance
Clan
1
Lucky (2/3)
Supernatural
3
Language (English, Italian, Spanish, Haitian Creole, Greek, Egyptian, Chinese, Assyrian, Babylonian, Persian, Aramaic, Arabic, French, Japanese, ASL, BSL, Hebrew)
Youthful Appearance
Physical
1
Hunted Like a Dog
Social
3
Clan Enmity (Giovanni)
Social
4
Freebies:
XP
9 xp on Haven 1,2,3
8/7/24
Sepulchre 1 > 2 xp 4
Finance 1 > 2 xp 2
8/28/24
Sepulchre 2 > 3 xp 8
Craft 1 > 2 xp 2
Appearance 2 > 3 xp 8
Resources 2 > 3 xp 4
8/19/25
Path of Sepulchre 3 > 4 xp 12
Language (Hebrew)
Gear (Carried)
Guitar, Fetter (Jewish Woman's wedding ring +2 Necromancy)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Other
Lorenzo Giovanni was born into the Giovanni family in the 1660's. He was trained and entrenched in the Giovanni tasks of learning about the shroud and how to remove it, the study of ghosts and wraiths, and the study of Fetters and artifacts.
This was his life for centuries. He spent spent 50 years as a patriarch of Rome before he decided he was done. He had become disillusioned with the families goal and no longer wanted any part of it. He knew that even as old and powerful as he was, as a collective the family would not allow him to leave. So, he made contingency plans. He stole one of the most powerful Fetters that the Giovanni possessed as well as several less, but still powerful ones.
He hid the Fetters in locations that, as long as he was alive, they would be safe and undisturbed. If he were to meet final death? who is to say, lost for ever, end up in the hands of the Camarilla or Sabbat, or even in the hands of Werewolves and Mages.
While hiding a Fetter in London, Enzo came across a young Kindred named Darrus. He was intrigued by the nature and recklessness of the Kindred and decided to join him and his.... "punk rock band"
The down side to stealing and dealing with those Fetters is they have left him with some of the Wraiths that possessed them. Most are none to happy, especially since he hid them, the one he keeps with him has become more amenable to Enzo since it isn't hidden in a pit somewhere.
# Arthur Elyon
### Overview
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2025-09/RifPQcO9MN6mtwWP-image-1757882415437.png)
Prince Virgil of Philadelphia has grown increasingly concerned about the state of affairs in Baltimore. Bad enough the Princeship is in the hands of a sorcerer instead of a proper Ventrue ruler, but the authority of the Tower is eroding into next to nothing. Anarchs and Sabbat running wild and none of the Camarilla Inner Circle seem interested in moving to restore rightful authority. Still, steps can be taken, even without massive force.
So the Prince, under his own authority, took someone beneath notice, a nobody intern from a local mayoral campaign with potential and ambition, and Embraced him. Arthur Elyon. The purpose was to make him into a weapon, a tool who could move into Baltimore and work to build up support from the Camarilla within. Perhaps take the position of Prince, perhaps only create a power base for the rightful authority again.
Prince Virgil of Philadelphia
Willpower
11111 10000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11000 00000
Psychic Leech
Supernatural
5
Magic Resistance
Supernatural
2
Paragon (Resources)
Social
7
1 Point Flaw + 1 Freebie
1 Point Flaw + 1 Freebie
5 point Merit - 5 Freebies
2 point Merit - 2 Freebies
7 point Merit - 7 Freebies
5th Dot Willpower - 4 xp
5th Dot Willpower - 5 xp
2nd Dot Resources - 2 xp
3rd Dot Resources - 4 xp
Gear (Carried)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Other
Silver Signet Ring
[Ventrue by Khthonia on DeviantArt](https://www.deviantart.com/khthonia/art/Ventrue-90089558)
Fresh out of College, Arthur had ambitions of high station, wielding power and authority and had the qualifications and education to back it up. Still, as his first job he's getting coffee and running shit errands for the paid interns who are getting coffee for the secretaries of the people who aren't the candidate. About as far from the throne as possible.
Then one day, a man comes to Arthur and offers him a real taste of power and the chance for more if he can take it. In exchange for undying loyalty of course. Arthur accepted. For the weeks after his embrace, his new patron (his "master") taught him how to be a Vampire of the Ventrue Clan, as well as the basic rules of Vampire society.
He couldn't stay for long, however, as too long in the Prince's court and accusations might be leveled about a Prince interfering in another's domain. So it's out he goes to Baltimore to begin his work, his only support a supply of funds and a ghoul called "Toad" to act as bodyguard and manservant...
# Federico Fanucci
### Overview
Once a fellow with a bright future for him, turned to ruin, now remade, re-tasked, bettered. Federico looks exactly as your typical Nosferatu, bald skull, pointy gremlin like friggin ears, a beak like nose, a most hideous crack of a mouth and saw like teeth meant to bite and hold the unfortunate thing. His physique, although hidden behind trash bin clothing, he has a strong and large physique equipped with wickedly clawed hands. Hobos and rats beware...
Drifter- a lot of potential wasted
Manipulation
Specialization
11110
Intimidation
Specialization
11100
Willpower
11100 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
00000 00000
Foul Blood
Clan Specific
1
Monstrous Maw
Clan Spec
1
Spawning Pool
Clan Spec
3
Sleep Unseen
Clan Spec
2
Tunnel Rat
Clan Spec
2
Tough Hide
Clan Spec
2
Code of Honor
Mental
2
Computer Altitude
Mental
2
Bullboy
Social
2
Cloaked in Shadows
Supernatural
3
New Discipline x1 (Potence)- 10 pt
New Ability - Knowledge- Technology - 4 pt
Gear (Carried)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Other
Born on the wrong side of Baltimore’s harbor, Federico Fanucci grinded his way into university with raw intellect and caffeine dreams. But, sadly, brilliance doesn’t patch broken homes. With rough parents, a spiraling addiction, and mounting pressure, he flunked out—disgraced after a blackout hack that knocked out half the campus servers.
He vanished into basements and back alleys, living off junk food, junk codes, and worse. Baltimore’s digital underbelly became his playground. That, until he breached a network he should’ve never touched. The Nosferatu found him twitching under a broken CRT, pupils like pinholes, whispering TCP/IP prayers.
They didn’t kill him. They remade him. With no future, no connections left in the world, he was perfect.
Now Federico skulks through Charm City’s sewers, a pale shade of his former self. Fingers still fly over cracked keyboards, leaking secrets and watching from the shadows. The Clan gave him purpose. The curse gave him clarity.
# Gustave
### Overview
Gustave — just Gustave — claims to have been shat out of a whore on a cobbled back alley street in gay old Paris. From there he says that he clawed his way out of poverty, fighting addiction, pimps and ruffians along the way, until he found his true calling: music.
Gustave is the drummer for Riot Squad.
Backgrounds
Retainer
Ghoul: Rémi (Rat)
10000
Willpower
11111 10000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
00000 00000
Languages: French, English, Japanese
Uncommon Vitae Preference
Specific
2pt
FREEBIES (15 + 2 Flaws)
7 - Potence 0→1
7 - Animalism 0→1
2 - Courage 4→5
1 - Willpower 5→6
EXPERIENCE
8 - Intelligence 2→3
5 - Potence 1→2
Gear (Carried)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Drum kit
Vehicles
Other
 A skeletal frame covered in too-pale, desiccated skin. He lost the tip of his nose somewhere, after a party he thinks, but cannot really remember. Amethyst eyes that almost seem to glow, and stringy white hair. He looks like he wears too much eye shadow, but they are unnaturally just that way. Sometimes he cuts marks into his skin and rubs black ink into the wounds until they heal the next night; sometimes he pieces random parts of his body just for fun. His tongue his overly long, easily three times the length of a normal persons .
If you ask him, Gustave will tell you he was born in Paris, or Bordeaux, or NIce. He will back up his statements with a propensity to speak exclusively in French, a penchant for fruity smelling Parisian cigarettes, and an asshat attitude worthy of the snootiest of waiters in from the City of Lights. About the only thing remotely true about any of this is that he is French, well, French Canadian. He was born in Montreal; he was a beautiful baby and he grew into a stunning young man.
Gustave was vain, ambitious, selfish. He fancied himself an actor, or a dancer, or a celebrity with no discernible talent. He made his was to New York the moment he turned eighteen and never looked back. He got work, and if being introduced to the casting couch got him parts, so be it. He wasn't a proud person. But he was an asshole. A vain one at that. And judgemental.
One night he was out clubbing and a nice guy approached him. Nice, but unattractive. Oh he wasn't a troll or anything, but certainly not up to Gustave's standards. He didn't just turn the man down, he humiliated him. The fuckboys and the glittertwinks all laughed. Gustave smiled smugly as the nice guy slinked off. But there was one person who did not join in on the reverie.
A monster had been lurking in the club that night, a monster who took umbrage with how the pretty boy named Gustave treated the nice guy. The monster followed Gustave home and decided that the young man who was beautiful on the outside, was ugly as sin on the inside, deserved to be punished. He Embraced Gustave that night.
Gustave's sire stayed with him long enough to explain his fate, all while his undead body twisted and contorted itself. He was tranformed into a hideous creature, all that ugliness inside of him manifest outwardly. His sire left not too long after - oh he showed Gustave the basics, laughing at him through it all. He was then left alone.
Gustave contemplated walking into daylight on more than one occasion during this time. For some reason he didn't. He eventually found a place to vent his frustrations pounding drums for an Anarch band called Riot Squad. It remains to be seen if he is an Anarch at heart, or just a selfish prick.
# Aaron weiss hawsworth
### Overview
Path of cathari
11111 00000
Willpower
11111 00000
11111 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
00000 00000
language (0 cost,english and german)
mental
0
additional discipline(prescence)
supernatural
5
recruitment target
social
1
permanent fangs
physical
3
2 freebie-wp
2-convivtion
5-wits
1 dot resources
exp
10-prescence 1
10-craft 3 and 4
10-celerity
5-retainers
Gear (Carried)
Smartphone (latest model)
Headphones (big flashy designer pair, plus cheap earbuds for rougher nights).
Feeding Grounds
racks usually
Havens
Vehicles
porsche,audi a6
Other
credit to jennifyuri to adjusting the art
Herr Doktor Markus Adelrath (sugar daddy)
A member of the southern aristocracy (Who where a lesser noble family in france long ago and still hold that noble blood now) was brought into the clan of vampire aristocracy. Beaufred tries his utmost to uphold the honor of his Noble Family, The honnor of the South, The Honnor of the Venture, and the honor of the camarilla where ever he goes.
(OOC I, the player, am very aware of the BS in the idea of these things having honor. but he thinks it's true)
**Beaufred Bellfrie** Beauregard The 3'd
Architect — Regain a point of Willpower whenever you establish something of importance or lasting value.
Willpower
1111100000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
1111111111
100000 00000
Blush of Health (You look more hale and healthy in appearance than
other vampires, allowing you to blend with human society much more easily. You still retain the color of a
living mortal, and your skin feels only slightly cool to
the touch.)
phyical
2
Eat Food (you can eat food/drink it dose not provide value, but you can enjoy the taste)
physical
1
Inoffensive to Animals
supernatural
1
Deep Sleeper
The difficulty of any roll to awaken during the day is
increased by two
Mental
1
Spent 3 Freebie points to raise Will by 3 from a 2 to 5
Spent 1 to raise heard background from 1 to 2
Spent 1 to raise Resources from 3 to 4
Spent 2 Buy Blush of health merit
Spent 1 for Eat food
Spent 1 on Inoffensive to Animals merit
Spent 6 points to gain 3 dots. I used to raise Abilitys. I raised Etiquette from 3 to 4. Same to law and raised Empathy from 2 to 3
I gain +1 freebie point from a flaw.
I spent that 1 point on the merit contacts.
Gear (Carried)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Other
MY venture clan bane makes me only able to feed on blond haired people
Family: the Beauregard family traces their line back to a lesser noble family in France. Of the same last name. These lesser nobles left france during the revolution. And came to live in louisiana where they started a very successful plantation.
The family may not be of the 1% but they do have deep pockets and deep ties to old money very set in its old ways.
Life: Beaufred Bellfrie Beauregard The 3rd was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His father was very strict. And he instilled in his son the virtues of honor and loyalty and lawfulness.
Beaufred didn't know, but he is Asexual and his little to no interest in girls made some think him gay.
His family arranged a marriage for him with a beautiful and wealthy wife named Anabell.
Though he never had any true romantic or sexual feelings for her, he felt it was his duty to love her, so he forced himself to at least love her like a very close friend.
Even though he didn't enjoy the sex, he was looking forward to the idea of being a father, but on the night that Anabell was going to give birth, Beaufred died.
Un-Life
His Sire "Victor Von Volkonsky" (a venture), had been watching. Beaufred for a long time, Victor was in the process of getting official permission to embrace Beaufred when Victor learned of the baby.
Victor felt that if Beaufred lived long enough to see the baby be born, the act of becoming a father might make him love the baby so much it would be nearly impossible to pull him away from his family and into the night.
So Victor grabbed Beaufred less than an hour before the birth and embraced him.
This embrace was without the official permission of the camarilla, so both of them were soon taken to trial.
(this was about a month after embrace)
Beaufred didn't know much about the camarilla at this point, but he had been told some things.
When he was asked to plead innocent or guilty, Such was his honor and sadness that he pleaded guilty and bowed low. And told the Prince, "According to your ancient and wise laws, you, my prince, are within your right to slay me. I dare not argue with your judgment."
This caused the Prince to spare Beaufred. But not his sire
Beaufred was, in most cases from that day on, super loyal to the camarilla way, BUT he did struggle; he was addicted to watching his family.
And so to help him get over his family, the Prince sent him away from the city, far away on a mission. To help spread the ideas of the Camarilla to anarchic cities
# Isaac Anderson
### Overview
Grey hat hacker. Isaac was going to expand his experience, virtually, in reality, he wanted more.
Intelligence
Probability Calculation
11111
Computers
Programs, Hacking
11111
Occult
Supernatural, Malkavian Network
11111
11100
Lore: Werewolf 10000
Lore: Malkavian 10000
Lore: Mage 10000
Lore: Tzimisce 10000
Willpower
11110 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
00000 00000
00000 00000
Computer Aptitude
Mental
2
Language (Chinese, Russian, Spanish)
Mental
0
Tic/Twitch (Leg Typing) (Bought off)
Physical
1
Freebies: 5 Backgrounds, 10 Abilities
XP: 10 Abilities, 5 Willpower
4/30/24: Int to 5, Computers to 5
5/20/24: Perception - 3 (8xp) Empathy - 1 (3xp) Empathy Specialty (Reading People) - (3xp) Bought of Flaw (tic/twitch)
8/7/24
Occult 3 > 4 xp 6
Occult: Malkavian Network xp 3
Auspex 2 > 3 xp 10
8/29/24
Subterfuge 2 > 3 xp 4Auspex 3 > 4 xp 15
1/22/25
Lore: Vampire 0 > 1 xp 3
Lore: Werewolf 0 > 1 xp 3
Lore: Mage 0 > 1 xp 3
Lore: Malkavian 0 > 1 xp 3
Lore: Tzimisce 0 > 1 xp 3
2/20/25
Science 2 > 3 xp 4
Occult 4 > 5 xp 8
Resources 3 > 4 xp 6
5/19/25
Obfuscate 2>3 xp 10
Intellecualization
Quixotism (Hold)
Obsession (The CobWeb)
Gear (Carried)
Laptop, Tablet, hard drive, PC Tower
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Small server room, plethora of tech, servailance devices
Vehicles
Hatchback
Other
Isaac grew up a nerd, he was into nerdy things, he was out of shape, he was considered a loser by most people he knew. Growing up he spent most of his time studying and learning programming. Without friends or anything to distract him he became very skilled at programming. He found his way onto the dark web in early highschool and decided he needed to get in better shape if he was going to some of the things he wanted to, learn to break and enter, and set up monitoring systems quickly while keeping them and himself hidden. Hackers were bountiful if you knew where to look, but somethings required you to get into a physical location and possibly make an escape. Isaac didn't know he made a change in his appearance, he never talked to anyone and since he had headphones on nearly constantly he never heard people talking to him or about him. He was slowly becoming addicted however, but not to substance, or activity, but people. He had found an instagram model that he really liked....and she was looking for a security expert.....Maybe this was his chance.
# Jacob Thornton
### Overview
[ ](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2025-05/1NHO81RkhWEYL2PX-jacob-profile.png)
"It's a blessing when people find their calling. For some it's music, for others, it might be macrame. Me? I hurt people."
Willpower
11111 11100
00000 00000
Blood Pool
00000 00000
00111 11111
Prey Exclusion (Police)
Mental
1
Obvious Predator
Clan-specific
2
Beacon of the Unholy
Supernatural
2
**Freebies:** Manipulation 3 (5); Self-Control 4 (2); Allies 2 (1); Contacts 2-3 (2); Willpower 5-8 (4); Resources 2 (1); Brawl 4 (2); 2nd Brawl Spec (1)
**XP:** Stamina 3 (8); Wits 2 (4); Celerity 2 (5); Potence 2 (5); Presence 2 (5); Alertness 2 (2); Athletics 2 (2); Leadership 2 (2); Subterfuge 2 (2)
Gear (Carried)
Memento Mori Coin, Stoic Virtues Coin, Knife, Smartphone, Burner Phone; heavy leather jacket (Rank 1 Armor)
Feeding Grounds
He has to stick to the Rack
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
2023 Indian Scout Motorcycle
Other
Bodybuilder/Muscular (265 lbs)
Jacob Thornton looks like he was made for violence in a way that people find both alarming and alluring. At 6’4” and 265 pounds, he certainly looks like someone who had very little to do besides exercise for several years, but he carries himself with the ease and grace of a panther, only adding to the feeling that he could leap up and tear someone apart with little to no warning. His dark hair is cut short on the sides and blends into his facial hair, framing an intense gaze. His wardrobe trends towards biker-punk chic: heavy boots, jeans, and a black leather jacket, though he doesn’t wear the cut or colors of a motorcycle club. He switches between denim work shirts and heavy metal-band t-shirts, both of which hint at tattoos on his chest, back, and left arm, but he keeps them covered for the most part.
James Levett was a former United States Army Ranger who was deemed "MIA" after being mortally wounded during an operation in the Gulf War. The Assamites embraced him and has served his time as a Fi'dai before taking it upon himself to teach modern weaponry skills to any of his comrades who needed it. His arrival in Baltimore was sparked by a general desire to advance the Clan and to get in contact with others of his faction as he is an Assamite, and thus rejects Alamut's worship of Ur-Shulgi's religion.
He teaches modern tactics and weaponry to his fellow Hashashin if they request it.
Firearms
Killer Marksmanship
11110
Willpower
11111 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
00000 00000
Acute Sense (Sight)
Physical
1
Crackshot (13th Gen Gift from Staff)
Physical
3
Freebie Spending:
-2 +1 Firearms, -2 +1 Melee, -2 +1 Stealth, -2 +1 Survival, -2 +2 Willpower, -2 +2 Haven, -1 +1 Armory, -1 +1 Resources, -1 +1 Retainers
Beginning Buys: -4 +1 Resources, -6 +1 Armory, -5 +1 Celerity
XP Gain 5-22-2025 - 20 Pts : -5 +1 Quietus, -5 +1 Obfuscate, -10 +1 Auspex
Gear (Carried)
Class Three Armor (Plate Carrier), Combat Knife, Light Revolver, Jambiya
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Big Bill Hell's Car Dealership (Haven 3)
Equipment (Owned)
Class Five (Battle Rattle), NVGs, Assault Rifle, Rifle, Weapons and Military Gear that can be obtained with Armory 4
Vehicles
Minivan (Work), SUV (Personal)
Other
James appears to be a middle-aged man with a pair of sunken brown eyes, short brown hair that's been shaved down above his ears, and some creases in his face indicative of stress. Though his expression is typically a neutral or relaxed one.
Levett will typically wear a blue baseball cap, trenchcoat, slacks, suit shirt and blue tie.
[![19218f16896cfab5c73ca8a972a8ca5d[1].jpg](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-07/scaled-1680-/3RNugEHSJ8wTI4J5-19218f16896cfab5c73ca8a972a8ca5d1.jpg)](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-07/3RNugEHSJ8wTI4J5-19218f16896cfab5c73ca8a972a8ca5d1.jpg)
"Oh, honey, we are going to make you dazzle."
A cool headed, polite, woman with a rather large reputation as an actress. She has become obsessed with cultivating talent and has an insatiable love of the film industry for all it's flaws.
Willpower
11110 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
00000 00000
Master of The Masquerade
Clan
2
Blush of Health
Physical
2
Hidden Aura
Supernatural
1
Sleeping With The Enemy
Social
3
Special Responsibility
Social
1
2 Freebies for Master of The Masquerade
1 Freebie for Indelible
2 Freebie for Blush Of Health
1 Freebie for Eat Food
1 Freebie for Accute Senses
1 Freebie for 1 Contacts
2 Freebies for 2 Fame
1 Freebie for Elysium Regular
1 Freebies for Will
1 Freebies into Retainers
1 Freebie for Resources
1 Freebies Hidden Aura
5 Freebies for 1 in Appearance
2 Freebies for 1 in Awareness
10 XP for Vicissitude
3 XP for 1 Contacts
2 XP for 1 Alertness
Gear (Carried)
Credit Card, Purse, Glock 19
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Fashion Brand, Acting Awards
Vehicles
Tinted windowed SUV
Other
Blue (Dyed, Naturally Brown)
Raised in White Marsh to a lower class home with a theater actress Mother and a teacher father. Her family didn't have much but they managed to secure her a few roles as in child roles for various small series around the state. The roles eventually began to come up as she got older and by age 18 became a rather known actress in the local area, getting a role as a supporting actress in a tv show called 'Our Angels.' The show shot her career up and soon she got a star role in a romance movie called 'Tax Break.' She rapidly began to become known for being a leading lady in various romance movies. By the age of 30, her career was destined to explode into the mainstream. The night that it all changed, of course, made that complicated
She met her sire at a audition. The woman was one of the production crew who called her into a private meeting and offered her a chance to get a new direction to her career. She accepted and quickly she was embraced into the world of Kindred. Her sire was helpful but was flighty, like all Toreador, and they lost contact as they pursued different paths. Now Jasmine has begun a talent agency and works mostly behind the camera, guiding new talents. She has been, rather unwisely, maintained contact with a Thin Blooded childe who has joined the Anarchs.
# Jason "DJ JayGee" Gardner
### Overview
*“But although the cliche says that power always corrupts, what is seldom said ... is that power always reveals. When a man is climbing, trying to persuade others to give him power, concealment is necessary. But as a man obtains more power, camouflage becomes less necessary.” ― Robert A. Caro, The Passage of Power*
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Once one of [Baltimore Magazine's](https://www.baltimoremagazine.com/) '30 Under 30', Jason is locally famous for his activism, his distinctive radio presence, his knowledge of the history of politics, and his nightly dissertations on the impact of politics on the arts--and vice versa.
Until his recent Embrace into Clan Ventrue by Declan Gornt.
Now he has a whole new political arena to navigate.
[Declan Gornt](https://redhandchronicles.com/books/characters-bad/page/declan-gornt)
Performance
radio performance
11100
Willpower
11110 00000
00000 00000
[Crackshot](https://saligia.fandom.com/wiki/Merits#Crackshot_(3pt._Merit))
Physical
3
[ Enchanting Voice](https://saligia.fandom.com/wiki/Merits#Enchanting_Voice_(2pt._Merit))
Physical
2
[ Friendly Face](https://saligia.fandom.com/wiki/Merits#Friendly_Face_(1pt._Merit))
Physical
1
[Introspection](https://redhandchronicles.com/link/22#bkmrk-cost%3A-1pt.you-have-k) (From Scruff)
Mental
1
[ Soft-Hearted](https://saligia.fandom.com/wiki/Flaws#Soft-Hearted_(1pt._Flaw))
Mental
1
[Lifesaver](https://darkforcesmush.fandom.com/wiki/Flaw:_Lifesaver)
Social
3
[Dark Secret](https://redhandchronicles.com/link/577#bkmrk-magic-resistance)
Social
1
[Unconvinced](https://redhandchronicles.com/link/27#bkmrk-cost%3A-1pt.you-fail-t) (From Scruff)
Social
1
**Freebies:**
Intelligence 3 (5)
Perception 3 (5)
Charisma 4 (5)
Dexterity 4 (5)
**Experience:** Strength 2 (4XP)
Firearms 2 - 4 (12XP)
Athletics 1 and 2 (5XP)
Investigation 1 and 2 (5XP)
Drive 1 (3XP)
Allies 1 and 2 - 5XP
Contacts 1 and 2- 5XP
Politics 3 - 4XP
Medicine 1 - 3XP
Herd 1 - 3XP
Gear (Carried)
Phone, keys, wallet with cash (for the homeless), credentials as 'Press', SW Bodyguard (.38 Special) (Concealed in holster at the small of his back)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
A townhouse in historic Fells Point.
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-05/F4SOBMTaviRrcOTg-townhouse.jpg)
Equipment (Owned)
Radio equipment, camera equipment, a modest armory of handguns and a few rifles.
Vehicles
A 2025 Audi RS Q8
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2025-08/M7Le1pJcDu4uOmtI-this.jpg)
A Back-Cove 41 Cubby Cabin Cruiser named I.D.G.A.F
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-07/b9FDwylo2Pk8LHTd-25570-8179554.jpg)
Other
Licenses for all of his firearms as well as a Concealed Carry Permit good in the State of Maryland and Baltimore City.
Zac Efron (In his Twenties)
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2025-06/MPlENI7500xrDQkR-outdoors.jpg)
Jason grew up in Baltimore.
Dundalk, specifically. A suburb of Baltimore City known for being blue-collar and a bit white-trash. He was the only son of a single mother, who regardless of how utterly exhausted she always was--and how painfully young she was when she had him--always made him a priority. They lived with his grandparents in a townhouse on Eastfield Road right behind the Community College of Baltimore County's Dundalk Campus.
He did all the things boys in blue-collar Baltimore did: He went fishing, crabbing, and hunting with his grandfather on weekends. Played sports, made friends, and all in all had a normal upbringing. He played Football and Lacrosse at Dundalk High School. At seventeen, he graduated with Honors and a scholarship to UMBC, where he majored in Sociology and Broadcasting.
It was in college when he began being shadowed by a P.I., though he didn't know it. He learned later that the man had been hired by his estranged father. A man who he's met a total of twice: Once to 'meet', and once more after his graduated from college so the man could cut him a check for a surprisingly large amount of money so he would 'disappear'.
Apparently, Jason was a mistake that could not get out. His father was running for governor of another state on the Republican ticket, but if word got out that he'd had an 'indiscretion' with a much younger woman and a child resulted from that, it could tank his 'family values' platform, as he'd never paid Jason's mother a dime in child support.
Jason took the money at his mother's urging, and he signed the NDA, but he's using that money to better himself and the world, regardless of how much it pisses off the man who donated sperm for him to exist.
Since he graduated from college, he's bought himself a nifty little townhouse, a small SUV, and is investing in his community works projects. He's an active member of Blue Water Baltimore, various social justice groups including a membership to the Baltimore Chapter of the NSRA, and has been arrested a time or two at local protests.
He's living his best life.
Now if only he could get his love-life in order....
# Jaxson "Sunny" Garcia Hernandez
### Overview
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2022-07/rd5jJhqZGHY8h3gz-sunny-3.jpg)
*“For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we are barely able to endure, and it amazes us so, because it serenely disdains to destroy us. Every angel is terrible.”* ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies
----
Sunny has been *through it.* The former ghoul and "Great Work" of a Tzimisce who was murdered by his own sect, and now the childe of a Tzimisce who has taught him the bare minimum of survival and is now watching from a distance, it's far from the first time he went to the school of hard-knocks.
But he's a survivor, and this is just one more crucible.
Jaxson "Sunny" Garcia Hernandez
Willpower
11111 11100
00000 00000
Blood Pool
00000 00000
00000 00000
Languages (Spanish, Portuguese)
Mental
N/A
Promethean Clay
Tzimisce
5
Privacy Obsession
Tzimsice
3
Freebies: 5 - Willpower 4-8
3 - Iron Will Merit
5 - Dexterity 3
2 - Crafts 4
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9 - Resources 2 and 3
12- Appearance 4
20 - Stamina 3 and 4
16 - Appearance 5
5 - Medicine 1 and 2
3 - Occult 1
5 - Brawl 1 and 2
HUMANITY DROP TO 6 - 9/1/2024
Finance 2 - 2XP
Alertness 1 - 3XP
Expression 1 - 3XP
Leadership 1 - 3XP
Etiquette 2 - 2XP
**EMBRACE - 12/8/2024
**Self-Control 3 and 4 - 10XP
Courage 4 - 6XP
Gear (Carried)
Wallet, keys, pocketknife, smartphone
Feeding Grounds
Riverside
Havens
Sunny now owns Adonis' three story home in Riverside (1417 Webster Street).[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2022-07/3X1D2HHi0leSEy0q-adonis-house.jpg)
Equipment (Owned)
Surgical Equipment, Merek's Library, a rather large wardrobe of designer clothing, jewelry, and shoes.
Vehicles
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2022-11/N0lOh2dDPNwcWrth-car.png)
Other
Latinx (Puerto Rican and Costa Rican)
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2022-11/lRxHt2Iup5nJTIco-sunny-as-ghoul.jpg)
*"No one can tell what goes on between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out on the other side. Or you don't."* *---Stephen King; The Stand
\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_* Once, Sunny had been normal.
He'd worked hard--two jobs and a side hustle--to make ends meet. He had a boyfriend he loved, and a found family that, while small, he knew would be with him to the end of everything. He'd lost his parents, but he had everything he thought he needed, and his only real worry was making enough money to pull by.
It all started to unravel though. His boyfriend went missing one night after a fight. he was on the verge of losing their apartment. His best friend stopped speaking to him for what felt like no reason. It was as if his life were falling apart and he was powerless to stop it.
Someone was listening though.
Through the phone screen, myriads of texts, and loving Instagram photos and in place of Cal, who was lacking, a monster chose Sunny to bear a legacy no one should. For two years Sunny was Merek's pet project and his Great Work. Sunny didn't know to what end he was being molded, but in those two years the pain was unspeakable and the nights and days he was out of commission were countless.
But Sunny also reaped the benefits of becoming breathtakingly beautiful. He was sculpted into the perfect vessel, though to what end Sunny was never made privy.
And then Merek was killed.
It meant no more pain. No more being seen through like he was glass. No more looking at himself in the mirror to find the pieces Merek hadn't yet corrected. No more painful, unrequited love for a monster.
Merek's Last Will and Testament blindsided him. Every piece of the vampire's legacy had been left to Sunny. His money, properties, and company now belong to a ghoul who came into this with less than nothing, who was born with less than nothing. It was the ultimate mind-fuck. Merek had been kinder to Sunny in death than he ever had been in Unlife, making sure he was at least financially provided for and never had to go back to living hand to mouth.
It was more than Sunny ever dreamed he'd have, and he had no idea what to do with it. He knew he'd need help.
But he also needed blood.
He was fortunate enough to be taken under the wing of Merek's budding pack, specifically by Sebastien Dupre, a Lasombra with business acumen, an appreciation of aesthetics of the sort Sunny was, and expertise to help Sunny navigate his newfound wealth. He offered his assistance, blood, and the promise that Sunny would never be alone.
Sunny knows that nothing is free, but what choice did he have?
And then Sebastien....disappeared, and he was alone again. Alone, desperate, and he did the only thing he could think to survive:
Reach out to that secret phone number again....
....Which was how he ended up on his back, flying over international waters, being drank dry and Embraced by a man he'd just met.
Now, he's back in Baltimore, running a company, and trying to find his footing as a fledgling being watched from afar by a sire who would rather take a hands-off approach. Where he'll end up, only God knows.
If there is one. *\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_* **Modification Explanation:**
The smoothing of fine lines, slight sculpting of his jawline, and the few other rough edges. Just before Merek's death, he had gone so far as to replace every inch of Sunny's skin to make him more pure (and after he'd been in captivity for two weeks due to a spat between Merek and a now-dead Deacon.) Sunny was out of commission for weeks due to the pain and healing.
Sunny hasn't told anyone, but he knows that there are the beginnings of...other things. He hasn't found what those were yet, but he's sure they're in Merek's notes.
He just has to find it because he *will* finish Merek's work.
He owes the man that much. *\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_*
# Jennifer ‘Kandi’ Smith
### Overview
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-11/cdE9vaFOoHSbLFVx-img-0272.jpeg)[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-11/cdE9vaFOoHSbLFVx-img-0272.jpeg)
Lonely single woman in your area that is dying to met YOU!
Stripper with a heart of gold
Willpower
111110000
00000 00000
Deceptive aura
Supernatural
1
Blush of health
Physical
2
Special responsibility
Social
1
Freedbie spending - 17 - + 2 because of the two flaws.
-2 performance
-1 background wealth
-1 background in contact
-1 background heard
- 5 charisma
All freedbies spent.
Exp spending tracker 35
- 4 intelligence
- 15 disciplines
- 3 new ability lore kindred
-2 lore kindred
-6 willpower
- ability in tech
Gear (Carried)
Channel purse, standard glock, lipstick
Feeding Grounds
Strip club- Golden Calf
Havens
Golden Calf
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
2015 Honda
Other
She never left the 2000s fashion. Low rise jeans, tank tops, and high heels are her usual get up. As a large array of stripping outfits, but she wears a long silk pink robe to cover herself before she goes on stage.
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-11/Pazj9kV60TItz0u1-juicy-couture-skirt-set.jpg)
Grew in basic middle class family and wanted to be a model. Dropped out, left home (she was kicked out) and went to LA. Discovered that modelling was actually hard and struggled to book jobs, turned to stripping. She met her sire, Madeline, when she was having a smoke break and a little girl wouldn’t stop starring at her. The rest is history, Madeline was turned as a child and Jennifer became her ghoul so that Madeline could access certain places that don’t allow children. This would be a long last relationship of over 20 years and Jennifer would die trying to save Madeline from hunters.
Madeline was able to fend them off, and in return for her bravery, Jennifer was turned. But this brought an end to this relationship as Madeline could no longer bear having her childe be her slave, so Jennifer was forced to leave. Which she totally handled like a champ. No hands and knees begging. So now she’s here and trying to make it for herself.
# Jim Conway
### Overview
A short and overweight man, Jim Conway is on the surface unassuming.
Beneath that lies a keen mind, and with a smooth baritone voice, and a commanding aura, he can create an unexpectedly grand presence.
Subterfuge
Impeccable Lies
11110
Willpower
11111 11111
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11111 11111
Enchanting Voice
Physical
2
**Freebies**
Backgrounds - 5
Abilities - 4
Willpower - 6
**Experience**
Auspex 1 - 10
Auspex 2 - 5
Perception 3 - 8
Perception 4 - 12
**Gained:**
Creation - 35
[10/02/2025 - 3](https://discord.com/channels/970386568676261988/1249427686514757683/1338371836764753971)
[24/02/2025 - 3](https://discord.com/channels/970386568676261988/1249427686514757683/1343464830429954048)
**Obsessive-Compulsive**
Everything of Jim's has it's place. His suit must be neatly pressed, everything in his office and apartment arranged with careful precision - all lined up correctly, at the right angles. Deviation from this can be deeply disturbing for him.
Gear (Carried)
Comb, handkerchief
Feeding Grounds
The Maryland Metropolitan Transition Center
Havens
Small enclosed apartment within the MTC
Equipment (Owned)
.22 Revolver
Vehicles
BMW 3-Series
Other
Heavy Metal King! Kozchy is the shock rock enthusiast Kindred taking on the music scene of Baltimore one scream at a time. He loves playing up the cult aspect, engaging with his small fan club with handmade merch, and giving Thaumaturgy services when needed.
Jovan "Kozchy" Alexendrovsky
Willpower
11111 11100
00000 00000
Blood Pool
00000 00000
00000 00000
Arcane Curse: Ash Friday
Supernatural
1
Permanent Wound: Tongue
Physical
3
Illuminate Trail of Prey
1
Exp Spending: empathy1/expression2/performance1/
survival1
Gear (Carried)
Leather Jacket, Heavy Revolver, Zippo Lighter w Cigs
Feeding Grounds
Metal Scene
Havens
Havenless at the moment
Equipment (Owned)
Briefcase of band tees and ripped jeans, motorcycle boots, packet of ribbons, stainless steel chalice, polished makeup mirror, makeup kit,
Vehicles
Harley Davidson 1980s Motorcycle
Other
Stephen James (no tattoos)
Notes: Freebies = 21 total / 2 on humanity, 3 on Willpower, 14 on Dominate 1 and 2, 1 on Drive Spec, 2 on Language Merit.
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-04/XIvCQ0bgTZqUKBcm-ai-julien-a-square.jpg)
* “Laws are threats made by the dominant socioeconomic-ethnic group in a given nation. It’s just the promise of violence that’s enacted and the police are an occupying army. You know what I mean?”
― Brennan Lee Mulligan; Dimension 20*
.Julien has been in Baltimore for quite some time.
Originally arriving in the early 1980s to guard his sire's Torpor, he's remained in the city during the Sabbat's First Incursion and the Camarilla's Reinstatement. Until recently, he kept himself aloof from politics other than his monthly chess match with the Prince.
When Prince William Good stepped away, it was decided by the more powerful Kindred in Baltimore (for unknown reasons) that Julien take the reins. For better or worse.
Finance
wealth accumulation
11110
Willpower
11111 11000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11111 00000
Blush of Health
Physical
2
Catlike Balance
Physical
1
Languages: Haitian-Creole, French, English, Arabic, Urdu, Mandarin, Japanese, German, Spanish, ASL, Gaelic (Scots and Irish)...the list goes on.
0
Secret Sign Language (Julien and Shahin)
0
Unable to Blood Bond
Supernatural
3
Vulnerability to Silver
Physical
2
Prey Exclusion (Children)
Mental
1
Youthful Appearance
Physical
1
Freebies:
2 - Humanity 6
13 - Backgrounds (Yes. Seriously)
Experience:
Celerity 1, 2, 3 - 20
Obfuscate 1, 2, 3 -20
Protean 4, 5 - 35
Auspex 1, 2 - 14
Animalism 1 -7
Various Abilities and Attributes - 71
Etiquette 1 = 3XP
Melee 1 and 2 = 5XP
Fortitude 1 = 10XP
Willpower 6 = 5XP
Willpower 7 = 6XP
Brawl 4 = 6XP
Performance 1 = 3XP
Perception 4 = 12XP
Wits 4 = 12XP
Empathy 3 = 4XP
Occult 2 = 2XP
Politics 2 = 2XP
Conscience 3 and 4 - 10XP
Fortitude 2 and 3 - 21XP
Potence 1 - 10XP
Communal Haven 1-5 - 23XP
Intimidation 1 and 2 - 5XP
Manipulation 3 - 8XP
Finance 4 - 6XP
Leadership 2 and 3- 6XP
Gear (Carried)
Wallet, Smart Phone, Pocket Knife, small journal and pens...and other various trinkets he picks up along the way.
Feeding Grounds
Domain: The City of Baltimore.
Havens
Penthouse Condominium; 300 International Drive
--Communal Haven Background: 2 Size; 3 Security
414 Light Street; Truffle Penthouse
--Safehouse
Apartment Above Natural 20
--Originally for his Childe. Now Vacant.
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
A Motorcycle, a classic El Camino, and plenty of others in his various garages.
Other
**Nowhere Generation**
Managing Owner: [Amani Shah](https://redhandchronicles.com/books/characters-bad/page/amani-khalil-shah-owner-of-nowhere-generation)Julien is a silent partner in a business called 'Nowhere Generation', a progressive gathering place and bar that caters to young activists and hosts various amateur artists, and poets, and has a live band three nights a week.
**
Natural 20 Coffee and Games**Managing Owner: [Sarah Archer](https://redhandchronicles.com/books/characters-bad/page/sarah-archer)He has also recently invested in a new venture in Gwynn Oak. A Gaming Cafe called 'Natural 20 Coffee and Games'.
**Lavalle's Classic Car Maintenance and Restoration**Managing Owner: TBD
His love of Classic Cars and older vehicles has translated into a business specifically centered around restoring and maintaining them. Julien employs skilled technicians who may have a past or who may need a helping hand in getting back on their feet.
[Leggett Lavalle](https://redhandchronicles.com/books/characters-bad/page/leggett-lavalle) (Sire, Animalism, Fortitude)
1
[Tomasz Draus](https://redhandchronicles.com/books/characters-bad/page/tomasz-draus) (Potence)
1
18 (Youthful Appearance Flaw)
Dark Brown/Amber in the Right Light
Biracial (French/West African)
Saint-Domingue (modern-day Haiti)
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-05/EvsDhAdSHjbw3abe-new-jules-16.jpg)
* "You chose me... so you recognized the skills, so I don't want nobody telling me how to dress, how to act, and how to do this job. You could have stepped up, but instead **you chose me**. Remember that."
--Julien (Paraphrased and edited from Agent J in Men in Black)
\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_
“If you want to rebel, rebel from inside the system. That's much more powerful than rebelling outside the system.”
― Marie Lu, [Legend](https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/14157512)
*_______________________________________
*"You're a child. An infant. Your mocking is thus infantile. He's not my lover. This man is more to me than you can dream. He's the moon when I'm lost in darkness and warmth when I shiver in cold. And his touch still thrills me, even after centuries. His heart overflows with the kindness of which this world is not worthy. I love this man beyond measure and reason. He's not my lover. He's all and he's more."*
*--Julien about [Shahin](https://redhandchronicles.com/books/characters-bad/page/shahin-kamran); (Taken from: The Old Guard; Nicky and Joe)* _______________________________________
Julien was born in Saint Domingue.
He doesn't talk about his life. There's an absolute chance he doesn't remember a lot of it. He does know that his father was a white plantation owner and his mother was a slave. She died in childbirth, and he was raised by the man who knew he wasn't Julien's father.
None of that matters. He was born into bondage and lived that way for his entire human life.
August 22, 1791, is known to history as The Night of Fire. It was the night that the Haitian Revolution began. Over one hundred thousand slaves rose against the vastly outnumbered and hated French colonists, and Julien was right there in the center of it all. At seventeen years old and into his eighteenth year, Julien spent those months as a revolutionary.
The burning of the plantation he was born on and lived most of his life happened ten days after his eighteenth birthday, and Julien did not expect to be caught under a burning plank in what had once been the dining room he'd once served dinner in. He thought he was going to die, but the pylon was pulled off of him as he choked on the soot air, and he was lifted and carried out of the fire and into the night.
Leggett was a good man in life and an even better man in death. One of the few white men who'd fought with them, and Julien learned he'd been watched. Leggett had stood on the edges of their meetings for months and watched for the 'right companion' until he'd landed on Julien. Even in his anger at the oppressive life he'd been born into, Julien kept his kindness and peace. Who worked so hard to do the right thing, even protecting white children and women when his brethren would want them dead.
It was then that Leggett turned him. Embraced him into the Night and Clan Gangrel.
They traveled a lot. Through the Middle East, Europe, Asia...wherever Leggett's eternal wanderlust took them. His sire Embraced twice after Julien, and though both Liam and Eugenia set down roots, Julien had never been able to. His apparent age as well as other factors kept him with his sire, kept him learning and absorbing. He learned he had a gift for numbers, and a talent for making money that was both a bane and a boon to his--and his family's--existence. He made the occasional friend moving through these places, most notably [Shahin Kamran](https://redhandchronicles.com/books/characters-bad/page/shahin-kamran) and [Tomasz Draus](https://redhandchronicles.com/books/characters-bad/page/tomasz-draus).
He stayed with Leggett until his sire went to sleep in the early 1980s in Baltimore. He guarded the Elder's Torpor through the Camarilla rule, its fall to the Sabbat, and then the following Camarilla coupe, only sending his sire away and to his sister Rebecca in Andorra when he was drawn into politics almost against his will.
Recently, with the fall of various smaller cities around them to the Sabbat and Prince William Good's disappearance, Julien has been thrust into a position of power he's never asked for or wanted. He is adamant that he is not the Camarilla Prince the city deserves, but he is the Experimental-Anarch-Camarilla Regent they need in this dark hour.
At least, he hopes he is.
Because he's what they have.
He's recently Embraced and then lost his first Childe, [Chance Edwards. ](https://redhandchronicles.com/books/characters-bad/page/chance-edwards)
After losing Chance, he's embraced the title of Baron, where before he always said he would not take it if only because it felt blasphemous. Why he chose to adopt the title, one can only guess, but one thing is certain:
Those who've spoken to him recently will say he's much less warm and much more determined.
# Juliette Sterling
### Overview
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-09/7thjEcRQORPyNss3-image-2.png)
Juliette Sterling, or as she's known online, "bitchsilver", is a twitch streamer queen and mean girl extraordinaire. She commands a legion of unwashed fans and can shift the online world from anywhere with an internet connection. A hunger for knowledge, secrets, and the drive to be smarter than everyone else fuels her ambition, even if she's stuck laboring under the structure of Clan Tremere. Her ascent up the ranks is more than guaranteed though, as long as she can prove she's worth more than just a piggy bank on a screen.
Tessa (potsmokingbatgirl)
Manipulation
Sweet-Talking
11110
Intelligence
Lateral Thinking
11110
Willpower
11111 1100
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11100 00000
Computer Aptitude
Mental
2
Permanent Fangs
Physical
3
Bind the Accusing Tongue
1
Starting XP : 15
New Path - Path of Corruption - 7 XP
Path of Corruption 2 - 4 XP
Resources 3 - 4 XP
+11 XP Gain
+13 XP Gain
Subterfuge 3 - 4 XP
Thaumaturgy 3 - 10 XP
Dexterity 2 - 4 XP
Dominate 2 - 5 xp
+10 XP Gain
+7 XP Gain
Thaum 4 - 15 XP
+10 Weekly XP
+3 Weekly XP
+5 Weekly XP
-2 XP Buy Off Enemy Flaw
+3 Weekly XP
+3 Weekly XP
+5 Weekly XP
-25 XP Thaum 5
Multiple Personality -
Juliette (Internet Meme Demon, Slut, Party Girl, Self Destructive Behaviors)/
Julie (Academic, Professional, Studious, Responsible/Ruthless Behaviors)
Gear (Carried)
Smartphone/Purse/Makeup/Theme Facemask
Feeding Grounds
Internet Cafes, Fandom Events
Havens
Tremere Chantry
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Pink and Black Moped
Other
Juliette usually has her hair in some form of braids, tails, or double buns. Her outfits are almost always accessorized with occult jewelry, temporary tattoos, and her signature fang pattern facemask.
Her street clothes include a silver and pink zip-up puff jacket, long black leggings, and pink hi-tops. More formal gatherings engender a slinky, draping red shoulderless dress.
Juliette Sterling grew up in a normal household in Silver Spring, Maryland, in a middle class family with a dog, a cat, and a computer. Her parents were both well-meaning but distant, and as the young Juliette grew up the family PC became her babysitter, friend, and confidante. It was online she learned about memes, and comedy, and emotion, and experience, and why she felt so wrong in the body she'd been born with.
Being the daughter of the idle-yet-busy rich bought access to many things that less fortunate young ladies wouldn't have, and she only grew up more spoiled and selfish. Then, the discovery of just how ripe the internet was for mischief...catfishing desperate adults in chatrooms, getting people to send her compromising material in exchange for the most innocuous things. She grew to luxuriate in the small cruelties and the power she held by knowing things about people.
Eventually, the most cursory of ultimatums came down and Juliette was forced to go to college and earn herself a degree like most children of the landed gentry. Even so, she was already well on her way to being a millionaire with the launch of her twitch channel and associated socials. Telecommunications seemed like a natural fit, and she soon had a little gaggle of hangers-on that followed her and performed services for her in the hopes of sipping on just a taste of her fame and fortune.
It was this that drew the attention of her soon to be sire, when she was able to manipulate a few of her professors into passing grades as well as ignoring a sudden and tragic loss the student body suffered. There was no actual proof of course, but the whispered rumors were that Juliette had used her fanbase to bully the student into it, all because they continued to upstage her in class.
Now leading a double life ensconced in the study of blood and occultism, Juliette balances her own ambition, her ties to her sire and clan, and her still very much alive parents, now wondering just what their daughter is doing with her life....
# Kain Gray
### Overview
A new comer to town? A mad street prophet? an Abomination? Listen to your heart...... or..... my voice
Daughters of Cacophony/Son of Discord
Expression
Preaching, Mimicry
11110
Performance
Singing, Preaching
11111
Occult
Lore of Caine, Kindred
11110
Willpower
11111 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11111 00000
Deceptive Aura
Supernatural
1
Hidden Diablerie
Supernatural
3
Langauge: Latin
Social
Free
Incomplete Understanding
Social
1
14 Freebies on Melpominee x2/3
1 Freebie on Willpower
10xp Auspex x1
3xp Occult x1
4xp Occult x2
4xp Subterfuge x2 10xp Occult 3 & 4 6xp Subterfuge 3 8xp Performance 4
8/5/24
Melpominee 3 > 4 xp 15
Perception 3 > 4 xp 12
Empathy 1 > 2 xp 2
8/28/24
Melpominee 3 > 4 xp 20
Appearance 2 > 3 xp 8
2/19/25
Resources 1 > 2 xp 2
Contacts 0 > 1 xp 3
Allies 0 > 1 xp 3
6/24/25
Fortitude 0>1 xp 10 (Taught by Julien)
Willpower 4>5 xp 4
Dissociate Blood-Spending
Unconscious Influence
Schizophrenia
Gear (Carried)
Hunting Knife, Book of Nod, Wooden Stake
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Other
Coral a simple purple leather eye patch over his left eye
Always a multi colored patched coat, blue jeans and a grey t-shirt
He has a purple leather eye patch, underneath is the branded mark of Caine. (Bahari Symbol)
Updated coat description:
Kain wears a hanten made of a patchwork of traditional Japanese fabrics (yagasuri, tatewaku, kikko, kagome, karakusa) each with a different colour and blended together perfectly as if made from one fabric. Trimmings and inlay are made of black silk including an inner pocket. Due to the traditional colours selected, the hanten consist of cool and earthy tones like a muted rainbow. The thread used is thin deer sinew that looks like an opaque gold under and shines with an iridescence under the right light. The same thread has been used to hand stitch the Mark of Caine over where his heart would sit. The hanten was custom made for Kain by Tsuriko Cocor.
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(Found the right coat)
Kelly Cole was the forcibly embraced Childe of a notorious Sabbat figure known as the Disco King. She spent over three decades locked into the nightclub scene as one of his consorts, bodyguards, and servants; dancing the nights away in the clubs of New York City and then Baltimore, until the Night of Blood gave her and her sisters an opportunity to take revenge on their hated sire and free themselves from the twisting vines of the Sword of Caine.
Now, years later, she has found a place to process and heal in the Anarchs, and the new terrain of Baltimore.
Social P
Appearance
Inspires Bad Decisions
11110
Willpower
11110 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11000 00000
Catlike Balance
Physical
1
Freebie Points
7 - Auspex 1
7 - Celerity 3
1 - Herd 2
Experience Points
5- Presence 2
10 - Presence 3
15 - Celerity 4
5 - Auspex 2
+9XP Weekly
+2XP Weekly
+5XP Weekly
+3XP Weekly
-3 Streetwise 1
-15 XP - Presence 4`
+3 XP Weekly
+3XP Weekly
+3XP Weekly
+3XP Weekly
+4XP Weekly
+3XP Weekly
+6XP Weekly
-25XP Celerity 5
-3XP Intimidate 1
-12XP Dexterity 4
+3 Weekly XP
+4 Weekly XP
-4 XP buying off Flaw
Toreador Antitribu Curse - Whenever the opportunity to inflict pain arises (helpless victim) either physical or emotional, roll Self-Control.
Gear (Carried)
Engraved Knife, Small SMG (9mm), Baggie of Coke
Feeding Grounds
Night Clubs, Kink Parties
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Purse, Makeup, Mirror, Bass Guitar and Case.
Vehicles
Other
Emily Kavanaugh (Lead Singer of Night Club)
A tall, gothed out woman who nearly always looks pale, she's usually dressed in black. Either elegant party dresses or leather and latex fetish gear. Never one to hide her beauty or the grace of her body, she typically loves to show off one of the few things she enjoys: her skill at playing bass or her angelic gracefulness in dance.
A rather upbeat and clingy individual happy to share their hobbies with those around them no matter how disturbed some may get.
Original artwork made by doubleTwretched
Wits
Getting the Jump on Others
11110
Willpower
11111 10000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
00000 00000
Clear-Sighted
Supernatural
4
Language (Mandarin, Italian)
Mental
0
Precocious (Crafts, Expression)
Mental
3
Light Sensitive
Physical
2
**Freebie Points (21)**
Cannibal - 1
Willpower 6- 1
Melee 3, 4 - 4
Alertness 3, 4 - 4
Occult 3 - 2
Stealth 4 - 2
Investigation 3 - 2
Appearance 3 - 5
**EXP**
Expression 2 - 1
Craft 2 - 1
Perception 3 - 8
Manipulation 3 - 8
Subterfuge 1, 2 - 5
Computers 1 - 3
Drive 1 - 3
Athletics 1 - 3
Awareness 2 - 2
Subterfuge 3 - 4
Law 1 - 3
Empathy 1 - 3
Academics 1,2 - 5
Athletics 2, 3 - 6
Investigation 4 - 6
Deathsight fun notes! +2 dif to perception, +1 dif to social, -2 dif to resit appearance
Gear (Carried)
iPhone
Wallet with money, ID and other basics
Keys for car and apartment
Butterfly Knife
Band-Aids + pain killers
Bobby pins
Gloves
Sunglasses
Headphones
Sunscreen
Feeding Grounds
Shi is an opportunistic cannibal whose appetite can easily be described as revolting. As long as a corpse hasn't fully started decaying they will take it off someone's hands to turn into a buffet. Bones will be turned into flour, cuts of muscle will be put into stew or roasted, they will make gelatine and pudding and once its all done they will hand their food out to those in the supernatural community. When the munchies get too much, they will actively hunt, choosing people who they think do not appreciate life or in their eyes do not live life to their fullest. Shi does not have the care or respect to pay note about feeding territories.
Havens
Shi lives in a three-story row house located in Charles Village. The house is quite narrow but Shi likes it. They haven't fully settled into it yet and as such have a few boxes they haven't unpacked yet.
Equipment (Owned)
"Special" ingredients
Cooking supplies
Kitchen Knife collection
Tarps
Hip-Hop CD collection
Vehicles
Red 2nd Generation Chevrolet Camaro
Other
Yellowish white (dyes it black)
Shi is a peculiar being. They are neither male nor wholly female in appearance unless they choose to emphasise certain aspects of themselves. Such a mystery delights them and if someone has the balls to ask them, Shi will giggle unless such information pertains to a medical examination or study. To many they tend to wear a happy-go-lucky expression that can quickly twist to one of mad enthusiasm.
Even if they chose to fully represent themself as one gender, they would still be considered peculiar as they were born with albinism. Their eyes, skin and hair hold little pigment although they choose to dye their hair black. Their hair is straight and down but they do tie it up in a ponytail when doing physical work and examinations. Sometimes Shi can be seen wearing sunglasses with circular lenses to shield their eyes from light as bright lights can be particularly unpleasant for them as due to lack of pigmentation their retinas can be burned.
They do wear clothing that hugs their body such as sports clothes but they normally are concealed under a large, baggy jumper with deep pockets. Shi possesses a number of jumpers and for many different purposes although they prefer ones with water resistant fabrics that are also colourful. For shoes they like to wear canvas shoes. They prefer yellows, reds and teals.
Shi is a product of Rosselini and Li Weng ambition as the families wanted to team up in order to strengthen themselves against the other families within the Giovanni family group. Due to being a Revenant they grew up slower than a normal human and were aware of the supernatural from the moment they were born. Rather than taking the last name Rosselini, Shi’s parents decided that Shi should have the last name Li Weng as it was their father's surname. Shi grew up in San Francisco mostly around Chinatown and Little Italy.
Born into a world dyed in death and decay one could think Shi dour and miserable like many of their Revenant family members however Shi is anything but. In contrast to them Shi always delighted in the contrast between life and death from the textures to the states. They quickly came to the realisation that life and death were not entirely opposites as those who had died could still have life and those with life could still feel dead. Eventually everything would decay and die even so-called immortals.
Furthermore, Shi developed a twisted love for life. To be specific Shi valued life to the extent of what it allowed people to do and what it could give others. To live was to consume and many went about their lives not realising how easily their lives could end. There were those in the world who were as zombies, unthinking and unappreciative as they moved as part of a machine to do something in their lifetime to achieve something in the future rather than acknowledging what was around them in the moment. The observation irked Shi to the point of taunting those they thought were not appreciating their life. This included those overly fascinated with studying the dead and those who they saw as completely culling their emotions.
During a visit from a fellow Rossellini, Mattia Rossellini, Shi made the mistake of letting a taunt slip to which parents stood aghast and Mattia grew intrigued. After Shi was disciplined and Mattia had a discussion with Shi’s parents, Shi started studying under Mattia. During their equivalent early years, Shi moved in with Mattia. It was Mattia who taught Shi basic Necromancy and to curb their attitude a bit. Mattia in secret had been doing his own studies that stretched outside of Giovanni norms, going as far to communicate with those who could be seen as Giovanni enemies to learn more about what they knew pertaining to Necromancy and the world. Shi did not interact with these people but Mattia’s learnings were passed down to them.
Mattia also took over a lot of Shi's education and guided Shi's nature towards carving up cadavers. The idea was implanted that for that sake of gathering information for the family and for themself Shi should pursue a career in forensics. Shi started gathering all the qualifications needed to get into courses which directed them to John Hopkins University as they have a renowned medical course and pathology course with a year long forensic opportunity. Knowing that there is family in the area and opportunity, Shi signed up to the university, rented a row-house in Charles Village and packed their bags to move to Baltimore.
- Shi’s name means stone but also happens to also sound like the word for four which matches up with their birthday and superstitions surrounding death.
- When Shi turned 65, they were given their car as a birthday present and have looked after it ever since. Parts can get expensive sometimes and at points Shi has thought about replacing it or getting a second car but they are really attached to the one they have.
# Lilith “Lily” Marrow
### Overview
Visionary: Lily’s true self is a dreamer bound to patterns she barely understands — she seeks meaning through beauty, sorrow and fragmented prophecy
Waif: To others Lily appears to be a lost soul — gentle, vulnerable and draped in the fragile weight of unseen sadness
Prophetic Street Poet: A barefoot dreamer haunted by visions, sketching futures she cannot change in forgotten corners of Baltimore
Perception
Noticing the unseen
11110
Wits
Quick interpretation of signs
11110
Alertness
Detecting Subtle disturbances
11100
Subterfuge
Speaking in half-truths
11110
Disciplines
Auspex (Heightned Senses, premonitions, Mind reading
11000
Dominate (Mind Control, Memory Alteration)
10000
Willpower
11111 11100
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
10000 00000
Procognitive Dreams
Supernatural
3
Enchanting voice
Physical/Social
2
Phobia (Loud Noises)
Mental/Behavioural
2
Short Fuse
Mental/Emotional
1
Intelligence ( 2 –> 3) 8xp
Survival (0 –> 2) 5xp
Freebie Points: Base 15 + 7 (flaws) = 22.
Freebie Spending:
+1 Stealth (Cost 2), +1 Subterfuge (Cost 2), +1 Expression (Cost 2), +1 Awareness (Cost 2), +1 Alertness (Cost 2)
+5 Willpower (Cost 5)
Schizoaffective Symptoms
Temporal Disorientation
Obsessive-Compulsive RitualsDepersonalization/Derealization
Mild PTSD-Linked Phobia (Loud Noises)
Haunted Syndrome (unique to her connection with the Cobweb)
- Lily’s Herd consists of a loosely connected group of vulnerable, sleeping mortals:
- The homeless in abandoned townhouses.
- Forgotten addicts sleeping rough near the Inner Harbor.
- Lonely figures in broken motels on Baltimore’s edges.
- Notes:
She feeds lightly and reverently, always leaving small offerings: a blanket, a whispered dream, a pressed flower tucked into an old wallet.
They never remember her clearly — only a vague sense of strange dreams.
- Lily’s Mentor is Verity Marrow, her elusive, possibly post-mortal Sire.
Though Verity no longer appears physically, she still influences Lily through:
- Whispered riddles bleeding through the Malkavian Cobweb.
- Shattered dreams offering cryptic guidance.
- Strange coincidences — a key left on a windowsill, a name scrawled on a crumbling wall.
- Notes:
Verity’s help is rarely straightforward, often double-edged: sometimes a warning, sometimes an unwanted truth.
- Lily has minimal material wealth:
- She scavenges what she needs from abandoned places.
- She has a small stash of old coins, pawned jewelry, and dusty books hidden at her haven — just enough for basic needs (candle oil, paper, charcoal, batteries for string lights).
- Notes:
She lives like a ghost: poor but self-sufficient in the ruins of Baltimore.
- Lily carries a cracked silver locket (left behind by Verity) that seems to hum softly when death or betrayal is near.
It’s not a formal magical artifact — but among Malkavians, it’s whispered that such tokens carry subtle ties to the Cobweb.
Gear (Carried)
(Things Lily usually carries on her person)
- Small leather-bound sketchbook filled with visions, riddles, and symbols.
- Old, tarnished iron key on a chain around her neck (a token from her Sire).
- Broken pocket watch stuck at 11:11 (keeps it in her coat for comfort).
- Charcoal pencils and stubby old pens for sketching dreams.
- Crumbled poetry book (dog-eared and water-damaged).
- Thin, layered scarves (often used to hide her face when needed).
- Locket with a cracked mirror inside (reflects “future selves,” according to her).
- Small glass vial of sea water from Baltimore Harbor (“To remember the flow of time,” she says).
Feeding Grounds
(Where Lily typically feeds — her ‘turf’)
- The old Inner Harbor district — abandoned warehouses, sleeping homeless, forgotten corners where few venture at night.
- Charles Village and Pigtown backstreets — faded townhouses, flophouses, forgotten shelters.
- Crumbled motels along the industrial edges of Baltimore — she feeds gently on sleeping dreamers, leaving them unharmed but subtly haunted by her presence.
Havens
(Where Lily sleeps and hides)
- Primary Haven:
- The Wren Basement:
A collapsed maintenance room beneath the Senator Theatre — layered with forgotten theater props, broken velvet chairs, water-stained murals, and string lights powered by scavenged generators.
Lily has hidden it expertly; few know the tunnels still exist. It feels more like a dream than a home — filled with scraps of visions, paintings, pressed flowers, and chalk sigils on the walls.
-
Equipment (Owned)
(Things Lily has access to, even if not always carried)
- Battery-powered string lights to light her hidden rooms softly.
- Old, scavenged Victrola record player (still works, barely — plays warped classical records).
- Stacks of filled sketchbooks detailing hundreds of dreams, warnings, and riddles.
- A battered, creaking mattress salvaged from a motel, covered in patchwork quilts.
- Filing cabinet filled with trinkets: rusty keys, broken jewelry, childhood toys, bottle caps — “anchors to lost dreams,” she calls them.
- A heavily worn, navy-blue peacoat lined with hidden pockets for small items.
- Ancient candle collection — in case the lights fail and she needs “firelight to remember the right path.”
1963 (The year of her Embrace)
American (Baltimore native)
Slim but sturdy; wiry, delicate-looking strength
- Dreaming truths no one wants to hear.
- Sketching futures she cannot change.
- Drifting softly through Baltimore’s dead streets, barefoot between sorrow and prophecy.
A street artist specialising in chalk drawings that are vibrant abstract and totally safe to be around!!! Paris Green is a perfectly harmless colour, right?
Willpower
1111111000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
00000 00000
00000 00000
Acute Sense (hearing)
Physical
1
Spirit Mentor
Supernatural
3
Tic/Twitch (fiddling with hair)
Physical
1
Compulsion (drawing)
Psychological
1
Cold Breeze
Supernatural
1
** Freebie (22)**
Stamina 3, 4 -10
Expression 4-2
Alertness 2 - 2
Willpower 6, 7 - 2
Finance 1 - 2
Larceny 1 - 2
Law 1 - 2
**Experience (15)
**Charisma 2 - 4
Alertness 3 - 4
Subterfuge 3 - 4
Wits 3 - 8
Athletics 2 - 2
Subterfuge 2 - 2
Empathy 1, 2 - 5
Gear (Carried)
Mirror lensed respirator
Soundproof headphones
Pepper Spray
Brushes which she occasionally sticks in her braid
Emergency sewing kit
Reinforced briefcase containing her chalks most made with pigments containing toxic elements
UV torch
iPhone 7
Gloves
Activated charcoal
Lighter
Aerosol sealant
Honey
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Maisie lives in a small, rundown apartment.
Equipment (Owned)
Pigment grinding set
Vials
Paper
Canvases
Uranium glaze
Charcoal Pencil
Vehicles
Other
Ginger and normally tied in a braid
Maisie is a thin, short girl with attitude. Long is her ginger hair which is normally tied in a tight braid that hangs over one shoulder. Despite being poor, Maisie tries to tend to her appearance by thrifting and modifying clothes to her liking. Unfortunately, she has yet to realise that chalk dust gets everywhere meaning a lot of her clothes are tainted with chalk residue and her skin is often stained with pigments. In terms of style, she prefers tight fitting clothing with poofy sleeves and skirt that come in a variety of floral patterns. When ‘’working’’ she wears a respirator with a tinted lens and chunky headphones that play an array of different songs which she draws to. In the centre of her chest sits a dull silver broach which she found and is actually a fetter.
To begin to explain Maisie Grey you first need to understand her ancestry. Her great-grandfather, Czelsaw Zantosa, was a half-blooded Revenant who had a fling with Cecylia Posza. The result was a bastard daughter who spat upon a free blooded and ill-thought-out existence that her single mother revelled in. Maise’s grandmother seeing what was happening in the world around her fled to America, leaving her mother behind to be killed in the Holocaust. Wanting to fit better in the foreign country she changed her last name to Gray. Eventually, she fell in love with an American and she conceived her son, Aleksy. Alesky held his mother’s ideals and worked himself to the bone for hard work pays off. That hard work allowed him to study well and become a lawyer at Matherson Gornt Law Firm. He too ended up marrying to a woman named Nicole. Their pairing gave way to Maisie.
Maisie grew up an eccentric child. She always flittered from one subject to another, never being able to keep her head on straight that was until she got her hands on art supplies. With a pencil in hand and any surface to draw on, Maisie was placated much to the relief of her parents then abject horror as she forwent socialising with those around her to focus on whatever squiggly piece of art she produced. The abstract artwork that she produced was mostly based on the colours she heard with her chromesthesia and whispers that came to her. Little did she know at the time that those whispers were the words of ghosts.
Maisie’s obsession caused conflict in the house as her parents wanted her to be ‘’normal’’ and dedicated on something that was going to properly support her growing up like a good old office job both of them had. Maisie on the other hand dug her heels into the ground further which reached a boiling point when she was 18. Live or die, she was going to make something out of her addiction and to prove it she moved out of home to make a living for herself. It totally wasn’t because she was kicked out.
On the street, she struggled often finding need to make use of homeless shelters and soup kitchens as what little money she earnt through being an artist, she spent to fuel her obsession. What really put a dent in her money was buying supplies to make her own chalks. Normal chalk was for the normal and she was not normal. Normal chalk didn’t have such vibrant colours. Toxic pigments were the way to go. Guided by the voices around her (spirits) and the charity of others, Maisie set up shop being a sidewalk chalk artist who produces most amazing works.
Extras:
- Maisie took the time to learn ASL so she could communicate with people whilst listening to her music and so she can ''speak'' without people knowing what she is saying most of the time.
- Her addiction to drawing and hedonism is the Zantosa Revenant family's curse showing up in her blood. Whilst she is not the type of person to get addicted to everything, if she got addicted to another thing, her art would still come first because its that deeply rooted in her.
- Maisie's form of hedonism is prudential hedonism.
A beautiful and charismatic yet troubled light of a young Actor taken too soon just when he was getting started in what, to many on the surface, was a long, promising career in the art of Film. Now reduced to nothing but a ghost that haunts the memories of the past, of an era long gone, and a creature of the night embraced by a monster against his will before he had released himself from the shackles of a long dead sire to run free again, forever searching for a new purpose in this immortal life after his life as a man was taken away from him so suddenly.
Malachite Goseyun is a complicated soul to say the least. A snarky, fiery and rather strong-willed man with a penchant for improvisation and putting on a performance on the spot, be it to stand out or blend in. As a personality he can be shrewd and honest to the point of a rather jaded cynicism. Overall, he comes off as somewhat vain but well meaning, eloquent yet rustic and high principled, especially in a desperate attempt to cling on to what humanity he has left and not let his indignation and paranoia get the better of him in most cases, not to mention, the hypocrisy he has since taken on as a Kindred in self defense in order to force himself to make difficult decisions he wouldn't have to make otherwise as a mortal man. He is silent for the most part but can be conversational when he wants to be. Overall, one of the "nicer" Kindred one can get at times, even when he predominantly acts in self interest.
Willpower
11100 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
00000 00000
Master of the Masquerade
Clan Specific
2
Blush of Health
Physical
2
Aesthetic Fixatiton
Clan Specific
Private Life
Clan Specific
+3
Phobia(Cleithrophobia)
Mental
+2
Celerity 0>2. 15 xp FREEBIE POINTS:
15 + 3+2+1+1= 22
-2: Master of the Masquerade(Merit)
-2: Blush of Health(Merit)
-1: Eat Food(Merit)
-5: Perception(Attribute)
-2: Drive(Ability)
-2: Etiquette(Ability)
-2: Stealth(Ability)
-2: Survival(Ability)
-2: Intimidation(Ability)
-2: Expression(Ability)
Gear (Carried)
Glock 17, A worn Brown Leather Wallet that was originally his grandfather's, a Swiss Army knife, an old Samsung Galaxy Note 10 plus and a Silver St.Christopher Necklace that was originally his mother's.
Feeding Grounds
Bars and Nightclubs predominantly.
Havens
A small flat in a Prohibitionist era Corner Apartment in Downtown Los Angeles. Situated above an Anarch owned Nightclub.
Equipment (Owned)
A Suitcase full of Clothes, including Make up and Performance Costumes. Video Camera/Recording equipment and a Laptop. A Fleece Blanket. Cat Carrier.
Vehicles
He rents them.
Other
A black cat named Victor(After Victor Joseph from Smoke Signals). Rescued him from a dumpster as a kitten. Had him ever since. He rides on Mal's shoulders sometimes when Mal doesn't leave Victor with some acquaintance or establishment(if not just, flat out hidden in his room) or the other to babysit for safe keeping.
Vivid Green(used to be a distinctive pale green as a human)
Native American(Mescalaro Apache)
A tall, lean Indigenous man of 6"0 who is generally regarded as particularly beautiful with a long, almost androgynous face, sharp almond eyes and a grecian nose. He is dark skinned with a skintone of Tawny brown and sports long smooth black hair that hangs down to his waist, sometimes adorning strands of it with decorative braids just for the fun of it, but often wears plain and brushed out to oblivion in most cases. His most distinguishable feature however, is his green eyes, which in life as a human used to be a pale green almost reminiscent of a muted rendition of the pale green found in the gemstone of his name sake. But has, ever since his embrace, become a lot more vivid of a sea green in colour. Occasionally wears eyeliner and eccentrically coloured nail polish on the Cosmetics front but not all the time. Other times more extensive styles of make up but only really for performances and his content to obscure his features to a degree.
In regards to wardrobe he is particularly fond of subscribing to a modern day rendition of Indigenous Dandyism, sporting elegant white blouses and button ups with suit like elements such as blazers and Peacoats worn with slacks and his black Chelsea boots, typically in combination with indigenous jewelry such as earrings and necklaces most notably, typically bought from Indigenous creators from his travels around America over the years. Noted that a lot of his clothes is high quality but second hand in nature. Sometimes mixed with handmade Indigenous clothing items such as some of his coats sporting Indigenous textile work for lining instead of the typical plain colours seen in most items of a similar style. But when he moves around he typically prefers to also hide his body to a degree(especially when he feels vulnerable) and is most commonly seen in a bulky black flight jacket-isc coat with a thick faux lining that looks a lot like wolf's fur in colouring and sticks out along his neck and the hems of the jacket. Sometimes with a charcoal men's button up sweater beneath that he buttons up to a degree. It's a slight departure from his typical and preferred style but helps him feel safe and blend in. Also noted to wear a pair of Club Master style sunglasses to hide his eyes. Yes. Even at night. If not to have it pushed up over his head to nestle in his hair or in one of his jacket pockets.
Born on April 29th 1983, Malachite was born and raised on the Mescalero Apache Reservation in New Mexico. His mother had him young. She was only 18 when she had him with an on again/off again boyfriend by accident when they got back together to try and make their failing relationship work and one thing led to another in that rekindling attempt. His father never stuck around because he never wanted Mal but his mother decided to keep Malachite anyways and due to the decision, wound up breaking up and going through with the decision of having Malachite alone. As such, he never knew his father. At all. As such he was predominantly raised by his mom and grandparents while his mother would work 2 jobs to support them, a waitress at a local diner during the day, and night shifts as a housekeeper at a motel. But more so than that, it was to help parent him since his mother was a very young and inexperienced parent who got overwhelmed easily and wasn't always the best of mothers, but loved her son more than anything. Though when he wasn't being reared up by his mother and grandparents, he was being watched over by his maternal uncle's family, including his 3 older cousins who very quickly took to essentially adopting him as a little brother with which to goof off with and impart upon the sacred arts of film via introducing him to 80's and 90's horror flicks and blockbusters he definitely wasn't old enough to watch yet upon the age of introduction. That was when his cousins didn't include him in almost everything else they did from friend hangouts to show off the cute baby cousin to girls they fancied, weekend sleepovers and camping trips or indulging his whims through making "films" with his eldest cousin's old camera recorder or spending Halloween nights trick or treating and essentially terrorizing the rest of the reservation.
Overall he had a bittersweet upbringing full of its own sense of warmth and joys, but also a solemn sense of hardship that prevailed in the background regardless. It was a situation that provided some semblance of stability but also dysfunction, as his grandparents did provide him and his mother with the stability that was sorely needed as they essentially raised him alongside his mother as she was growing up herself still, and he overall grew up in a household that did genuinely love him, but was still bogged down by their own problems. The kind that would often leave to arguments and the occasional bout of neglectful choices or situations where Mal had to take on the role of an adult too soon when he was a child himself. It was all mainly rooted in his family's history with Alcoholism and his grandparent's pre-existing PTSD sustained from the Indian Boarding School system and, in the case of his grandfather, the Vietnamese War, and the generational trauma that it sprouted onto which was passed onto their son and daughter, and in turn, their grandchildren. For a while it manifested in emotional conflicts predominantly but it wasn't long until it led to his family phasing out of his life one by one. His grandfather passed first when Malachite was in 5th grade, due to long term health complications from Alcoholism and Stress leading to his body finally giving in. His uncle Asher soon followed suit in his grandfather's footsteps from an Alcohol overdose when Mal was in Middle School, just gearing up for Junior High. His grandmother was taken by a stroke when Malachite was in his mid 20's, due to stress and the weight problems she had that came with it all catching up to her. But the most tragic and detrimental loss for Malachite so far by that stage was his eldest cousin, Ezra, who committed suicide when Malachite was a Senior in High School after losing to a hidden battle with his mental health issues.
By the time he was old enough to go to College, Malachite has developed an extensive amount of detachment issues, especially after Ezra’s death, since he soon grew to believe that no matter how much he loved anyone, they always end up leaving him behind eventually, and that if he didn’t get too attached to anyone, it wouldn’t be as painful when they leave. While confident and charismatic still, it was obvious to an extent that Malachite soon grew up to be closed off as an adult, a man who exudes charisma in thick swathes of ambition and pride but perpetually felt empty and unfulfilled at the heart of it, always seeking something more, something that authentic and tangible. It was what drove him off to move to Orange County, California, away from New Mexico to pursue a career in the Entertainment industry but also to seek out a new blank slate in his early adulthood away from home. In Orange County he lived among the Native Community with a gaggle of roommates while he pursued his film degree and scraped together his expenses through odd jobs via bartending and retail jobs, all the while picking up small acting and modelling jobs here and there, getting his start as an actor through Indie films, small film and television parts and Native Cinema roles the moment he managed to get his foot in the door through the networking front around college and got himself well acquainted enough with fellow film buffs in the Native Community.
Though this never deterred him away from the more social aspects of college life either in the form of what he could attend in the way of weekend college parties and club nights between his odd jobs. Malachite was always relatively popular among his peers, be it for his personality and wit to, from the moment he hit puberty and started growing into his looks, his beauty to go along with the charismatic and easy going personality. In adulthood, it was no exception. Even if it was all in an attempt to break out of his detachment and find a genuine emotional connection with others he sorely craved but felt like he couldn't achieve, not without getting hurt somewhere in the process. Something which was further exasperated in his romantic relationships due to not just his detachment issues but his blossoming bisexuality at the time in an era where bisexuality was still considered unacceptable and taboo, especially for a man.
Eventually however, his life took another turn again that added fuel to the fire after he walked out of Film School with a hard earned Bachelor's in Fine Arts by 2004. Eventually, some time after he graduated Film School, he was picked up by studios and groups for bigger roles outside of the smaller pool of prospects he usually wound up with. Predominantly, he went from being extras in shows and music videos and roles in small indie shorts to being picked up for minor characters in sitcoms and television shows, including a life guard, horror film characters, student roles, love interest roles, all sorts of scouts and warriors for Historical dramas and reenactments, some of them one off, others reoccurring but each one more and more prevalent than the last. He very quickly established his talent as a natural performer, and between his talent, his charisma and his beauty, he proved an attractive enough prospect for people to pick up. Even if he initially didn't gain as much traction as his lighter skinned counterparts. And when he wasn’t playing small roles, he was taking on modelling jobs in between roles to keep himself afloat and continue networking himself out even further.
He loved his job, even if it meant living like a starving artist for a decent chunk of his career while he was establishing himself. He even began to establish bonds with others in the industry among other actors, especially in the Native Cinema scene, especially among the younger/newer fledglings of the industry and the veterans. But he gradually grew disillusioned with the Entertainment industry as a whole through his exposure to it, between the discrimination that was still writhe within it, to the sleazy behind the scene actions hidden behind parties and pleasantries and substance abuse. It was an industry of rot perpetuated by greed, indulgence and predatory behaviour, but it wasn’t enough to deter him from the industry altogether. Malachite was still too ambitious, adamant in the idea of emulating his childhood heroes and providing that form of comfort and escapism he himself had as a child to others. He believed there was strength in influence and that the more influence one was to gain, the more power they would have to protect themselves from others and throughout his career, he operated quite liberally through this mindset.
It wasn’t until 2008 roughly after years of work that he got his first major part as a film protagonist in a Indie Film drama that unexpectedly hit it big. It was a big enough hit to end up in International Film festivals, including Cannes, where inadvertently, he initially caught the eye of Neill Gamman. This film was his official breakout role, and led to more major film prospects by the time he was 28. Soon, his second role followed and boosted his popularity. He was going to be picked up for more roles and was in the process of going through his prospects, when he stumbled upon a peculiar role based off of one of the works of Neill Gamman that Gamman supposedly planned on producing, which is what led him to London.
Gamman took Malachite against his will and embraced him with the intent of grooming him into his successor to not just keep Malachite for himself as a living toy under his blood bond but to gain prestige with the Prince. It was a highly abusive and exploitative relationship, built on the basis of “Say yes or else” amidst the emotional abuse and excessive social isolation and physical exploitation, and it is the one “relationship” which still haunts him to this day in recesses of the trauma Neill left behind. But it wasn’t until Malachite grew tired of being excessively isolated under Neill’s helm, and took to slipping out of Neill’s penthouse to explore the London streets on in what he thought was going to be a temporary freedom that the blood bond gradually weaned to the point of forced admiration being trumped over with fear and pure absolute hatred and disgust entirely. During this time he was however, taken by Hunters with the intent of being killed off and rescued by his Coterie from a white van. After which through a contact of theirs, they fell in with the British Anarchs whom nearly roped Mal in with his old sire again upon Neill bargaining for his return. He nearly wound up forced back under Neill's helm again his will had it not been for the Nosferatu and Lasombra of his Coterie standing up for Mal and getting him out from under Neill’s nose and make an attempt to kill him the first time. Something which led to a bloody bounty placed on their heads and the Coterie being passed from place to place, associate to associate, before they managed to grow strong enough in power to overpower Gamman entirely when Gamman came back to regain Mal under his control again and Malachite, in awakening his beast in the hatred he had for him, managed to inadvertently kill him by his own hand.
After Which they received excessive heat from both the British Camarilla and the Anarchs, the former for killing a high ranking member of the Toreador Clan, at the hand of his own Childe no less, the latter because while they commended the death of what was previously a thorn in their side, they had no idea what to do with him and his Coterie and passed them off to be on their own once again. To which Malachite broke off from his Coterie despite maintaining the friendship he’s built with them since, not just to distance himself from them for their own safety in his eyes as he inadvertently believes their troubles to be his fault for “bringing them into his problems” to begin with but also to try and make sense of his newfound independence in amidst the trauma, the conflict of identity and the loss of purpose that came with having his entire life torn away from him without consent on such a sudden basis under the helm of a monster. Malachite has been semi-nomadic since, travelling all throughout Europe and America, working as an Independent under the Anarchs and gaining their favour through odd jobs and fledgling recruitment stints. Though in between such following the introduction of YouTube as a more prosperous career prospect, Malachite has since taken to using his film background to make a living off of the platform through night life vlogs, film reviews and analysis and performance pieces in addition to performing Live as a night actor for seasonal events and surviving off of, unless it’s out of desperation, almost exclusively draining the blood out of white people and the lives of “bad men”(and women). “The kind of men who follow girls to their houses and cars at night and creep on people in bars. Because they’re the kind of people that no one will cry about at a funeral.” in his words. Since he has since developed an aversion to taking innocent people's lives if he must but doesn't see the latter as human enough in his eyes to consider sparring them at all.
# Mara Vox
### Overview
A resourceful and bright spirited Nosferatu, she's an expert in repairing and modifying a wide range of technologies and equipment, mainly of antiquated nature. She uses said skillset for covert communications when the need to bypass the digital world becomes necessary.
Technology
Vintage Technology
11111
Willpower
11111 10000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
10000 00000
Computer Aptitude
Mental
2
Long Fingers
Clan Specific
1
Can't Cross Running Water
Supernatural
3
3 Freebie Points for Willpower
2 Freebie Points for Crafts
2 Freebie Points for Technology
2 Freebie Points for Firearms
4 Freebie Points for Stealth
4 XP For Stealth
8 XP for Technology
Gear (Carried)
Beretta M9 Semi-Automatic Handgun, Multitool, Disposable Flip Phone, Handheld Transceiver, Fanny Pack to carry tools, equipment, and messages as needed.
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Various hoarded technologies of all kinds and calibers (just about anything you can think off). Various tools from heavy duty to fine precision for any project she may work on. Modified Reel to Reel and Cassette recorder and extensively modified Polaroid SX-70 camera with custom lenses is a main part of her arsenal for physical communications.
Vehicles
Other
She wears a short-sleeved Polo short, Cargo Pants, steel toe boots, and a large, oversized Carhartt Utility Jacket with a big hoodie when going out. May use a silicon or welding mask to cover her face if necessary and wears glasses and sometimes contacts depending on the circumstances. Her arms, legs, and torso has peeling, rotting skin and her spine has minor deformities causing a permanent subtle hunch. Her nose and eyes are sunken inwards is if they never properly developed from birth. Her fingers have elongated as well, though grotesque as they are, she has found them useful in her daily activities.
She retains her medium flowing black hair and green eyes and can be generally described as short and petite aside from the deformities.
Mara was born in 1996 and raised in a household filled with old, antiquated machines and electronics. Her grandfather, a dedicated tinkerer, has spent years experimenting with analog devices, from film camera's to radios and tape machines. Mara curiously listened and learned, gaining an expertise with a broad variety of these devices. This led to an early curiosity that would eventually lead her to pursue engineering in college, though she much preferred hands-on-work compared to sitting in formal lectures.
At 22, Mara was embraced by a Nosferatu named Gregor Vetch. The Embrace left her physically disfigured like all Nosferatu, and though the change was harsh, Mara adapted well under Gregor's mentorship. With that mentorship, Mara realized that her knowledge of analog technologies could be a unique advantage in a world dominated by digital surveillance. Though she never expected her skills to be used for covert purposes, she became a valuable asset to the Anarchs, using her expertise for under the radar communications.
# Mikail "Mickey" Zhamay
### Overview
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Tall dark and handsome and with a pureheart this Toreador will tell and paint you a story. A rather one-of-a-kind comic book artist, writer and freelancer.
He has the recruitment target flaw.
Entertainer/Intellectual/Socialite
Strength
Strength Reserves
11111
Intimidation
Angel Eyes (Hardstare but with a cooler name)
11111
Humanity/Path
1111111000000 00000
Willpower
1111110000
**Temporary Willpower**
1111110000 00000
Enchanting Voice
Physical
2
Precocious (Expression)
Mental
3
Acute Sense (Vision)
Physical
1
Languages (Pashto, Dari, Palestinian Arabic, Quranic Arabic)
Mental
0
Recruitment Target
Social
1
Derangement: Temporary Dementation Induced Schizophrenia
Supernatural and Mental
0 (Thanks Calla)
15(Freeibies)
15(starting)+48(Xp earned)= 54
7/14/24: 15 Freebie points
5 Freebie pts spent to raise Strength from 4 to 5
10 Freebie pts spent to raise Charisma from 3 to 5
Starting XP 6 to raise Fame to 3
(Base background points were spent on generation and fame and contacts)
6/11/25: 38 XP spent
WP to 5 → 12
Auspex 2 → 5
Empathy 2 → 2
Alertness 2 → 2
Celerity 2 → 5
Prescence 2 → 5
Subterfuge 2 → 2
Expression 2 → 1
Empathy 3 → 4
7/16/25: 10 XP spent
Prescence 3 --> 10
7/29/25: 25 XP spent
Presence 4
Auspex 3
Gear (Carried)
Phone, Wallet, Shades
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Drawing tablet,
Vehicles
Pick Up Truck
Other
Thorne Bratovich (1 Towards him)
1
Rachael Harlow (3 Towards him)
5
With shoulder length wavy raven hair, Dark brown eyes, All tied together with a pale resting face that has what can be understood as an understanding expression. He has the aura of a tiger catching everyone's attention when he enters a room. He's literally "tall dark and handsome"
Mickey came from humble beginnings in Fremont California being cramped into an apartment with his family and a second family all under one roof. This naturally wasn't the best environment for a first generation American. He earned his nickname from locals being unable to say "Mikail" which they replaced with "Michael" which then became "Mickey". At the age of 12 Mickeys family couldn't put him into any extracurricular activities so he found himself roaming around his local library and museums. This resulted in Mickey being more brain than brawn. Mickey began to excel at the arts winning his first ever art contest that same year. His life of achievements was stunted due to his family not wanting to have an artist in the family due to them finding it effeminate. Mickey found himself having to resort to living alone in his college dorm relying on support from his older cousins and scholarship from his community college. Mickey strapped for cash found himself living in a dorm. The schools head visual arts chairman took a liking to Mickey instantly. Mickey found himself attending art gallerys and student animation film festivals with him. Mickey didn't think much of it, that was until he was given a vampiric embrace. Mickey at first was offered it but refused. That was until his professor started to bully him into accepting it and threatening him if he didn't become part of his "Trophy collection" for there was no better work of art to him than him making someone into the perfect artist and forevermore their art would somewhat be because of him. Mickey stopped refusing when his professor started to bring up how he could easily just kill his family and get him expelled for claiming all of Mickeys art was his. Mickey gave in and became one of his pets. Eventually he and the others from the college who were forced to be vampires throughout the ages a year into his vampirism took down the cruel man and anyone on his side and all fled California. Mickey found himself surfing all over the US as a free spirited artist. He currently has found work in Baltimore.
# Missy Milliner
### Overview
[![c48a292999c9454fc017785ec392d0ea[1].jpg](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-07/scaled-1680-/qCMAXKzt8jqnwHis-c48a292999c9454fc017785ec392d0ea1.jpg)](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-07/qCMAXKzt8jqnwHis-c48a292999c9454fc017785ec392d0ea1.jpg)
"Pops said I had to do the dirty work. Pops said I have clean up after your mess. He also said that you need to stop being dumbasses or I'll be cleaning up your mess."
- Missy Milliner
The newest lick in the Milliner family, Missy is a vulgar and strong willed woman. She's been made to balance her career as a streamer with her duties in the Giovanni family. Her fans know her as a loud mouth, competitive, streamer while her family knows her as a loyal, if poor mannered, family member.
Willpower
11111 11000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11000 00000
Prestigious Sire
Supernatural
1
Bound (Andrew Milliner)
Social
2
Call of The Hungry Dead
1
2 Free on Medium
1 Free on Prestigious Sire
1 Free on 1 in Resources
7 Free on 1 in Necromancy
1 Free on 1 in Generation
2 Free on 2 in Contacts
2 Free on 2 in Will
1 Free on 1 Spirit Slaves
2 Free on 1 in Occult
2 Free on 1 in Medicine
7 XP on New Path (The The Grave's Decay)
2 XP on Momento de Morte
2 XP on 1 dots in Momento de Morte
4 XP on 1 in The Grave's Decay
Gear (Carried)
.38 Magnum, Wallet, keys, Cell Phone
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
A well used trench shovel from WW1 (Relic), gaming rig, extensive cosplay wardrobe
Vehicles
Honda Accord
Other
Sophie Thatcher (as Natalie in Yellow Jackets)
A tall, lanky, blonde woman. When on stream she's almost always in cosplay but in her private life she prefers baggy clothes that hang off her body.
Missy was born the second daughter of Andrew Milliner's third wife. Her family growing up was a massive mess of distant cousins, half-siblings, and uncles from across the world. She was taught the ropes of the family business and was regularly made to sit through long meetings, formal dinners, and extensive business lessons. That all being said, she was not truly brought into the dirty work until her embrace. Instead her family allowed her to pursue a path as a streamer, partially to keep her out of the way until she was of age and partially because it allowed them to get a foothold into the social media craze, which she threw herself into quite happily. When the time came for her embrace, at her 20th birthday, her father immediately used his weight in the family to get her lessons with main branch Giovanni in the Discipline of Necromancy to make up for his largely weak understanding of it and the general lack of proficient necromancer's in the local branch of the family. As soon as she began to manifest her Path, he put her responsibility into being a cleaner for the family's crimes. He found that she had a knack for the Necromancy of their clan and continued to push her to pursue it.
As of the current nights, Missy has fell into a rivalry with the tremere streamer Juliette.
# Mr. Pitch
### Overview
A rising cult leader in the supernatural underworld
**The Cult of Pitch**
The Thousand Faces
Leadership
Religious Zealotry
11110
Willpower
11110 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
00000 00000
00000 00000
Free
Disciplines 14
Backgrounds 6
XP
Ability 18
Gear (Carried)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Other
Mr. Pitch is a foul angry man who has shifted to religious fanaticism. He dresses all black and wears a black mask with sigil that he says translate to the exact date of the end of the world.
Richard was trained while Thomas was finishing his training, but Richard's was different. Along with the normal brain washing techniques that were being used by Mr. Hood and Sarah, Mr. Hood also focused heavily on Dominate to fully break Richard's mind before ever embracing him.
After Mr. Hood was killed and his empire brought to ruins, Richard broke and needed to rebuild, his teachings of the Sabbat turned him towards the only logical next step. Whether he would admit it or not, he had been groomed into a cult, it only made sense to start the process anew.
1. **Anonymity is Divinity**
To be *someone* is weakness. To be *anyone* is power. By abandoning personal identity, members embrace the “Pitch”—the infinite black void where all selves dissolve.
2. **The Many-as-One**
Just as the Sabbat become a unified sword against the Camarilla, so too do mortals in the Cult of Pitch dissolve into a faceless whole. All are Mr. Pitch. No one is unique.
3. **Faith Through Doubt**
Members are expected to *attack their own beliefs* in group meetings. The act of dismantling one’s faith and then reaffirming it builds unshakable loyalty.
4. **The Unseen Shepherd**
The true leader is always absent. Most cultists are not even sure Mr. Pitch exists.
- **Rotating Cells:** Members are shuffled constantly. They never meet the same people twice, preventing bonds of friendship and fostering only loyalty to the cult.
- **Masks of Pitch:** When gathering, all wear plain black masks or hoods, symbolizing the void.
- **Confessional Doubt:** Each meeting involves ritualized questioning: “Why do you follow Pitch?” “What if Pitch is false?” The point is not answers, but strengthening through breaking and rebuilding faith.
- **Erasure Rites:** New initiates ceremonially destroy personal items (photographs, diaries, even digital identities) as offerings to the void.
1. **Shadow of Self** – “I am not myself. I am Pitch.”
(Ego is illusion; individuality is weakness.)
2. **Shadow of Doubt** – “All truth can be questioned. Even this.”
(Faith is reforged through ritual doubt.)
3. **Shadow of Unity** – “We are many masks, one void.”
(The cult exists only as a collective. No ties outside it matter.)
4. **Shadow of Obedience** – “The void commands. The mask obeys.”
(Orders from above are sacred, even if the giver is unknown.)
- New members are stripped of name, history, and identity.
- They destroy a token of their past (photo, ID, diary, phone).
- They are given a simple black mask and told: *“This is your only face now.”*
- The group then chants:
*“From light into shadow, from self into Pitch.”
(Psychological Warfare): Breaking ties with personal history destabilizes the recruit, making them dependent on the cult.*
### **2. The Chorus of Doubt (Regular Meeting Rite)**
- Small cell gathers in darkness, masked.
- One member takes the “Challenger’s Role,” asking the others:
- *“Why do you follow Pitch?”*
- *“What if Pitch is false?”*
- *“What proof binds you to the void?”*
- Members must dismantle their own belief, then reaffirm it publicly.
- Closing chant: *“I am no one. I am Pitch. In the void, I am whole.”*
*(Psychological Warfare)*: Encourages doublethink—members internalize challenges while being forced to resolve them in the cult’s favor.
### **3. The Erasure Rite (Ongoing Discipline)**
- Members are periodically required to cut ties: abandoning friendships, jobs, possessions.
- A symbolic offering is made to the void (burning belongings, deleting accounts).
- Each act is framed as “shedding skin to become formless.”
*(Sabbat Parallel)*: Like the Vaulderie demanding loyalty only to the pack, this keeps members bonded *only* to Pitch.
### **4. The Black Gathering (Special Event)**
- Rarely, larger groups are assembled. All masked, in total silence.
- A distorted voice (recording, modulator, or even Mr. Pitch himself) delivers cryptic doctrine.
- The crowd repeats it in unison until it becomes mantra-like.
- At the end, all masks are raised toward the speaker in silent acknowledgment.
*(Psychological Warfare)*: Creates awe through spectacle, strengthens the illusion of omnipresent leadership.
### **5. The Trial of Shadow (Punishment/Testing)**
- A member suspected of disloyalty is confronted in a cell meeting.
- They are bombarded with contradictions, accusations, and denials from their peers—all masked.
- They must renounce self entirely to be allowed back in. If they resist, they are erased (excommunicated, socially or literally).
*(Sabbat Parallel)*: Functions like a brutal blood-bond trial—but psychological rather than vampiric.
# **Mantras / Liturgical Phrases**
Used in meetings, chants, and psychological drills:
- **“The mask is my face.”**
- **“I am no one, I am all.”**
- **“Doubt is the whetstone of faith.”**
- **“A thousand masks, one void.”**
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Victor's personal assistant
Investigation
Database Searches
11100
Willpower
11100 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
10000 00000
00000 00000
Freebies
5 points on Appearance 5
1 point on Internet Specialization
1 point on Database Searches Specialization
1 point on Enchanting Specialization
8 points on Abilities
5 points on Dexterity 3
Experience
28 points on Abilities
Gear (Carried)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Other
Olivia is an extremely attractive young woman. Some may write off her intelligence due to her looks, this would be a mistake. Olivia is quite capable, which is why Victor Wolf made her his ghoul and assistant.
Like Victor, Olivia is always dressed in expensive clothes except during her time off. When in the company of Victor she is almost always dressed in high end suits.
Nicky October is the leader of the Baltimore Bully Boyz, a gang of streetrats operating out of Gwynn Oaks. The BBBoyz are mostly involved in petty crime but they have been getting more involved with drug trafficking in the last year or so.
[Tomasz Draus](https://redhandchronicles.com/books/characters-bad/page/tomasz-draus)
Backgrounds
Base of Operations
Luxury
10000
Base of Operations
Security
11000
Willpower
11111 11100
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11000 00000
00000 00000
**FREEBIES:**
1 - Merit - Natural Leader
2 - Courage 4→5 (WP+1)
3 - Willpower 5→8
4 - Intimidation 1→3
5 - Wits 3→4
**XP:**
2 - Resources 1→2
5 - Base of Operations - Security 0→2
5 - Empathy 0→2
3 - Stealth 0→1
**GHOULING:**
Potence 0→1
Celerity 0→1
Gear (Carried)
9mm (Light Firearm); Knife; Burner Phone; Wallet
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
A shitty (but reliable) 2001 Honda Civic
Other
Base of Operations: Small apartment building and abandoned house at the intersection of Gwynn Oak, Ridgewood and Post Road.
[Tomasz Draus ](https://redhandchronicles.com/books/characters-bad/page/tomasz-draus)
3
Nicky was born in Baltimore. At least, that is what he assumes because the city is the only place he has ever known. He never knew his parents, or much about how he came to be, except that he was born sometime in October.
Nicky was raised in a orphanage. He didn't stay there long He grew up on the streets which wasn't exactly an easy life for a kid. He didn't have many choices to survive, but he did.
In his teen years, he fell in with a small street gang. They were led by a hard-nosed thug named Gruber. Yeah, Gruber, like Hans Gruber from Die Hard. He was something of an asshat, but he offered wayward kids and teens a safe place to sleep and food to eat, so long as they met their thieving quota. A modern day Fagin.
Gruber turned out to be a little handsy. He didn't just beat you if you fucked up, sometimes his hands wandered to places where they shouldn't. At seventeen, Nicky had enough. Gruber died that day, ironically pushed off a building, and the Baltimore Bully Boyz were born.
# Noah Silverwater
### Overview
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2022-12/ms8jPqWDUDZR2L5F-15.jpg)
Noah is the childe of the Toreador Primogen, Blaze.
They came to Baltimore together in 2013. By then, Noah had been a vampire for twenty years and garnered a reputation for brutal, unrelenting honesty. It's obvious to pretty much everyone that Noah was not Embraced for a silver tongue or even for his artistic ability (Though *that* is nothing to scoff at).
He was Embraced pretty exclusively for his beauty, his intensity, and the preservation of both.
For better or for worse.
[Blaze](https://redhandchronicles.com/books/characters/page/blaze)
Athletics
Aerial Acrobatics
11110
Performance
Contemporary Ballet
11110
Willpower
11111 10000
00000 00000
Catlike Balance
Physical
1
Blush of Health
Physical
2
Language (Shoshoni, French)
Mental
0
Sympathizer (Anarch)
Social
1
Tortured Artist
Toreador
1
**Freebies - 16**
Wits 3 - 5
Intelligence 3 - 5
Perception 3 - 5
Willpower 5 - 1
**Experience - 34**
Auspex 2 and 3 - 15XP
Celerity 2 - 5XP
Herd 1 and 2 - 6XP
Brawl 1 and 2 - 5XP
Finance 1 - 3XP
Investigation 1 and 2 - 5XP
Streetwise 1 - 3XP
Auspex 4 - 15XP
Computer 1 - 3XP
Finance 2 - 2XP
Gear (Carried)
9mm, wallet, keys, smart phone
Feeding Grounds
Noah has feeding rights in his sire's Domain.
Havens
Lives with his sire, even though he has been Released.
Equipment (Owned)
Dance gear, harnesses for aerial acrobatics
Vehicles
Motorcycle
Other
Non-Binary (2 Spirit); Masc-Presenting (He/They)
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2022-12/IVE3G0QlfRXeUbmT-5.jpg)
Noah Waya SIlverwater was born in 1967 on the Wind River Reservation.
His mother was a hard woman. The sort of person who, when she realized she had a child who was gifted in the smallest of ways decided to use that bit of amazing to escape what she saw as a hopeless situation.
So Noah grew up off the Reservation and spent his early years as the only non-white kid in a small ranching town, though ranching isn't what he ended up doing in the long run. He was too graceful, far too mouthy, and far too pretty. Even as athletic as he was, there was a delicacy to Noah that just didn't adjust well to a hard life on that ranch. Add to that his mother telling him to follow his instincts, and he ended up traveling the world and performing for audiences of all sorts.
But the world he lived in was not one you could live in for long, and by twenty-five Noah was performing in his last show with Cirque du Soliel after traveling the world. His last show happened to be in New York, and to commemorate that last show--and to say goodbye to the friends and found family he'd made with the troupe--he decided to get a tattoo.
He hadn't expected the whirlwind romance that came with getting a little ink. While Noah had been wined and dined before, this was a wholly different and encompassing experience. He worked his new job by day--as a choreographer for a small dance troupe that fit his more eclectic and unique style--and by night he was wrapped up in this new, exciting relationship unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.
Life was good.
And then one night, in a post-coital haze of wine and sex, Noah relaxed into what he thought was Blaze's attempt at another round until he began to feel weak, and then the world fell away, and he woke up again with Blaze's wrist pressed to his mouth and an insatiable hunger.
The next nights were full of lessons and cutting ties and meeting people, and when he was introduced to a group of vampires he was told were family, he was faced with the fact that someone *else* had laid claim to him, which honestly just pissed him off. As if he were someone's property to be bought and sold, and he told her as much. Most chalked it up to the newness of his circumstances, but Noah had never had much talent for subterfuge or subtlety, and that seemed to have translated over into Unlife as the inability to lie. At all.
Not that he ever did in the first place.
He and Blaze managed to avoid Lucretia for the most part, though if anything went wrong with their various enterprises, it could usually be tracked back to her. He just remained in his sire's orbit, learning all he could about being a vampire. Even if he began to get frustrated about his lack of Release even after twenty years, when there were so many others Embraced after he was and able to move on with their Unlives. Freedom was something he craved more than anything in those early years, and it just didn't look like he'd ever had it.
When Blaze told him they were leaving New York and going to the newly conquered city of Baltimore, it was bittersweet. It was the opportunity for them both to start fresh, hopefully without the shadow of the past hanging over them. Still, living in New York had been his dream when he was alive, and now it was one more nail in the coffin of his humanity.
They went, and even after they arrived it was years before Blaze finally presented him to Prince William Good. He was pretty unceremoniously released--nearly thirty years was far too long to be Unreleased, apparently--but Blaze still kept him close, no matter how much the attention chaffed and smothered him.
Whether it was the looming, continuous threat of the Sabbat, the need for control, unrelenting love, or something else entirely that Blaze has not told him.
# Pablo Wright
### Overview
A ghoul who runs a bookstore and tends to the needs of Viorel Ginter. He is friendly and organised with a wit about him needed to sell wares.
Willpower
11000 00000
11000 00000
Blood Pool
11000 00000
00000 00000
Freebie Points(21)
Custodian 1+2+3= 6
Etiquette 2+3= 4
Stealth 1+2= 4
Drive 2= 2
Brawl 1= 2
Athletics 1=2
Resources 1=1
Gear (Carried)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Other
A well presenting individual with dark brown hair cut short and round glasses that frame his green eyes. He tends to wear knitted vests over button down shirts and slacks.
A pretty basic dude who went about his basic life doing basic things. He never really stood out, being happy to keep to himself. Needing someone to assist him in Baltimore, Viorel Ginter snatched the nobody up, ghouled him and started forcing the guy to work under him. Pablo now works as the main employee of Inkblot and Quill, maintaining the residence, stock and employees for his master. Other jobs include driving his master to places, scouting out prey and general busywork.
# Penelope Chambers
### Overview
[![2689a0f89d8fb81c900d8b568ba21825[1].jpg](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-07/scaled-1680-/xAigH7lfz0C6BW0f-2689a0f89d8fb81c900d8b568ba218251.jpg)](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-07/xAigH7lfz0C6BW0f-2689a0f89d8fb81c900d8b568ba218251.jpg)
"The tower wants to direct from behind the curtain, sticking to the same song and dance that's been repeated since the invention of theater. The Sabbat can't find the rhythm, can't remember the lyrics. Too busy fighting each other for the spotlight. Boring. I'm taking center stage as I make my puppets dance on my string.
Penelope is a owner of The Sinful Dream. She has abandoned her sire and the Sabbat to become an Anarch. She has developed a taste of power and a guilty love of mortal vices.
Humanity/Path
11111 10000
Power And The Inner Voice
Willpower
1111 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11000 00000
Blush of Health
Physical
2
Enchanting Voice
Physical
2
Prey Exclusion (Religious)
Mental
1
Addiction (Tobacco)
Physical
3
Disgrace to The Blood
Social
3
3 freebies for three dots in Herd
2 freebies for 2 dots in Fame
2 freebies for 2 dots in Generation
2 freebies for blush of health
2 freebies for enchanting voice
1 Freebie for 1 dot Resources
2 Freebies for 1 dots in Performance
3 Freebies for Rising Star
5 Freebies for 1 dot in Strength
5 xp for Potence 1
10 xp for Potence 2
2 xp for WP +1
10 xp for Obten
5 xp for Obten 2
Occult +1
Gear (Carried)
Wallet, Purse, Mace
Feeding Grounds
The Sinful Dream, Her Haven
Havens
The Sinful Dream
Equipment (Owned)
Phone (On Ghoul)
Vehicles
Limo service
Other
Born the daughter of Ophelia Chambers, a lineage Lasombra in the Sabbat, Penelope grew up surrounded by the culture of cruelty and Catholicism of her Clan that shaped her. Her mother tried to mold her into a true monster but her rebellious streak and mortal vices made Penelope too deep in her mortality. Even upon Embrace, Penelope failed to meet the standards her mother set. As her mother plotted and planned on what to do, the newly embraced Lasombra built a domain for herself outside of the Sabbat territory. She leeched off of her mother's assets, quietly picking them apart, before jumping ship with the Anarchs. She reinvented her reputation, cut off all ties with her former family, and became the new rising club owner in Baltimore.
# Phoebe Dyson
### [](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2025-05/PeS4G7KnZRzZfArz-tumblrite-headshot.webp)Overview
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2025-05/PeS4G7KnZRzZfArz-tumblrite-headshot.webp)
Otaku, trashy, online freak. These culminate who Phoebe is. She doesn't even know who her sire's name is. Typical among the Clanless, but she could not care less about that. The next big controversy is being posted all over social media, and she is on the case. That's where she feels most alive. Passionate, and righteous anger with the injustice of the world.
But in secret, this is nothing more than a fallacy. A cover up to her deep seated problem: she cannot find a real purpose other than finding the next hot button issues, or the next hot anime character or Vtuber to pine after.
After the Embrace, this life of rapid consumerism and solidarity has a new twist to it. Now that Phoebe has a real cause to fight for, The world will see if her activism was in earnest or is cowardice.
LazyVoyager944 - Username
Charisma
Appealing Disposition
11110
Intelligence
Artistic Nerd
11110
Etiquette
Discord Moderator
11110
Politics
Political Activism
11110
Backgrounds
Mentor -Juliette Sterling
10000
Herd - Discord mod with local friends
11000
Retainers - pet maine coon and humans
11100
Humanity/Path
11111 11000
Conscience/Conviction + Self-Control/Instinct
Willpower
11111 00000
11111 00000
Blood Pool (Max: 10)
11111 11100
00000 00000
Friendly Face
Physical
-1
Efficient Digestion
Physical
-3
(Caitiff) Clan Weakness - Toreador
Clan
+2
Touch of Frost
Supernatural
+1
Previous XP: 15
Current XP: 19
Red is Freebie points, Blue is XP points spent
Freebies / Merits and Flaws -
+1 Touch of Frost
+2 Clan Weakness
+1 New Kid
-1 Friendly face
-3 Efficient digestion
-2 Willpower
-5 Charisma
-2 Knowledges: Politics
-2 Skills: Etiquette
-2 Talents: Empathy
-2 Talents: Subterfuge
XP -
AVPD (Avoidant Personality Disorder) - She is the epitome of the idiom, 'Can't take what you dish out'. While a big critic about her tastes, she CANNOT handle criticism very well at all, and the internet has made that worse. She goes into full denial, moving goal posts and just gets very agitated when she doesn't have an argument.
Gear (Carried)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Other
Juliette Sterling - Tremere Anarch
1
Long Blonde Sideswept Bangs
Thin, small white woman with a perpetual puzzled look on her face. Bright green eyes that are cold to look at than most.
Phoebe has a growing obsession with keychains, pop culture stickers and anime paraphernalia. She is never seen without some sort of nerdy clothing or style.
Phoebe at a very early age was introduced to the internet. She was a gamer girl from the early 2010s, and lived in it. Familiarizing herself into the inherent toxic culture CoD lobbies and blog forums had to offer in those halcyon days. Though you may not think of it now about her in the modern nights, Phoebe was once an internet troll, taking delight in bullshitting people and make them look stupid. This was especially prevalent when she was a teenager, bumbling around 4chan giving people headaches with her online antics. She draws art, starting off on Deviantart, posting her character crushes, OTP (One True Pair) ships, and the occasional BL comic she works on for fun. The website she frequents the most (and still does in some degree but not as much anymore) is Tumblr. That is her internet Haven, and no one can take that away from her.
When she became an adult, she moved her operations onto Twitter where her work was recognized and appreciated. As the 2010s political scene ramped up in its need for shock and identity politics, Phoebe was first among them to hop on the bandwagon espousing her need for solidarity. A huge advocate for the Me Too movement, she got herself involved with the Left.
In 2024, the scene was no less tumultuous, the 2020s had become the worst it has been. Phoebe, scared about the future of her own existence. So she started taking chances, like online dating, she so wanted to at least get herself a boyfriend or girlfriend, it didn't matter. She wanted comfort. Despising Tinder for its predatory and destructive algorithms and what it does to both men and women, she chose to use a forum based dating site. Unwittingly, she would meet her death at the hands of her date. Or so it seemed. She met her supposed date, a cute guy named LazyVoyager944 (She never got to even ask his name) and was immediately enraptured by his calm, rational takes and safe demeanor. So in love with him, she had no issues with wanting to fuck on the first date since she liked him that much. (It would be revealed later that she was under the effects of Presence when she received the Embrace.)
She died that night on the 10th of April, and became something else. No longer the days of her walking under the sun, the curse of Caine in her blood. She awoke the night after with a powerful thirst, head throbbing, her date no where to be seen. She texted one of her online friends for a ride back home. Worried sick for her safety, Alicia picked her up. This would be her first feed. Alicia still thinks that Phoebe was just overjoyed to be 'rescued'.
The activist Trash struggles to come to terms with her inhumanity, not even aware of her true nature all the way, but knowing that something was /deeply/ wrong and she can only feed on blood. She coops herself up in her room, taking as much art commissions she can and finishing them. With a seemingly boundless energy, her job at the current moment is a digital artist, so that she does not have to go outside in the day and goes out at night when she has to. She is so scared that someone will discover her dark secret...
# Rachel Harlow AKA Skinstalker
### Overview
---
Rachel Harlow AKA "Skinstalker" is the childe of an eccentric Sabbat-aligned Harmonist originally ranging in Cuyahoga Valley National Park, where she tried to live in harmony with nature and her own Beast. Rachel is a firebrand who deeply respected her Sire, but who had been kept relatively isolated from the Sect and its' dealings for most of her unlife. She had once been content to hunt and hide, deeply enjoying the Protean discipline and stepping into different animal skins, but her Sire demanded she finally turn her attention to the Sect and its' needs.
Being trained in the Discipline of Auspex and brought closer to the human world she once abandoned, Rachel balanced out her animalistic instinct with sharp human cunning, and became a capable informant. Then, she was given a place. Baltimore.
"Skinstalker" / Rachel Harlow
Manipulation
Animal Persuasion
11110
Willpower
11111 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
10000 00000
Deceptive Aura
Supernatural
1
Inoffensive to Animals
Supernatural
1
Blush of Health
Physical
2
Acute Senses (Hearing)
Physical
1
Totemic Change
Gangrel Merit
5
Hive-Minded
Gangrel Merit
2
Language (ASL), Mental, 0 Cost
Rat in a Cage
Gangrel Flaw
2
Permanent Fangs
Physical
3
Prey Exclusion (Cats)
Mental
1
Animalism 0 - 1: 10 XP
Protean 3-4: 15 XP
Auspex 0-1: 10 XP
Gear (Carried)
Usually carries nothing. Will at times carry treats for animals.
Feeding Grounds
Sleepy Hollow Surroundings.
Havens
Patches of dirt in Sleepy Hollow.
Equipment (Owned)
Bird-Seed, Cured Meats, Animal Treats, Bedroll, Clothes, Assorted Animal Claws, Horns, and other assorted parts.
Vehicles
Other
Her "Enemy" is a pack of wild street dogs she beefs with as a cat.
Slender, Pear-Shaped, Strong Haunches.
Rachel Harlow stands at a rather small height for a young woman, but her well-rounded haunches and hips make her maturity noticeable. She makes no effort to look like a normal person, with wild long dark hair kept in partial locks and braids, choosing strange styles every evening if she bothers to style it at all. Her face would be a bit pretty if she wasn't scowling, and not shy about her permanent sharp fangs.
Her eyes are easily her most striking feature, but far from being captivating, they make her seem almost unsettling and predatory with their harsh pale color and thick dark limbal rings. She accentuates this with dark red face-paint at times. Will paint her body with the same color or other colors if the mood strikes.
Wears animal skins and loincloths if she bothers to wear anything at all. In some situations, she can be cajoled into looking like a "normal" human. Barely.
As a little girl, Rachel never did see eye to eye with most people. She watched animals eat one another and somehow find a balance. She saw her cat stand its' ground against other cats, getting into scraps to defend her territory. People weren't much different, she thought. Hiding and watching other kids, she observed similar behavior, only people liked to pretend otherwise. Why did they do that? Wouldn't life be better if people were just honest about who and what they are? As a child, these thoughts began to form in her head, but to most others, little Rachel was a weirdo, a freak who thought she was above them.
In some respect, she did think she was above them. They lived to be desired by others, she lived the way she wanted. Or at least, the way her parents let her get away with without punishment. They had other children to care about, so grounding her in her room wasn't as much of a deterrent when she learned to climb. She liked to watch others, and found excitement in sneaking around, hearing everyone's secrets. She had childish aspirations of being like her own cat, a carefree and imperious creature who could oversee a room from her perch, watching and judging while being self-sufficient.
In truth, she was likely a privileged child who was safe enough in her suburban neighborhood to not have to conform. But even so, she would wander at night, hiding and stalking like a little feral child, climbing trees and snooping on people for the thrill of it. She saw many things while sneaking out, and was lucky to not be killed or hurt while doing so. She began finding more time to sneak out, spend more of her evenings and recess times further away, slowly building little hideaways in the trees and woods. She was always good at dealing with animals, but became more attuned to their nature the more time she spent around them.
Joining the Girl-Scouts at one point, she was ostracized even there by her peers when she took the challenge of learning survival techniques and achieving self-sufficiency in the forest seriously rather than sitting around being catty. True, she did break a girl's nose for throwing a rock at her cat one time, but still. Rachel was barely able to be friends with her peers, preferring the company of animals, which she turned into a sort of career, working as teen in a pet shop and wanting to study veterinary sciences and biology in school, which she was more or less forced to go to. At least she picked up ASL while she was a Girl Scout, and got to talk to a few apes the scientists kept captive in college. She was saddened by their captivity, and vowed to never accept life in a cage like they had.
Eventually becoming a young adult, her family thought that sending her to a girl's academy in Ohio would help finally settle her down and make her normal. All it did was get her on a bus to the National Park one day and go 'missing'. She had been originally wanting to find some quiet amongst nature, but the same night she was finding a place to sleep, she came across one who would be her Sire. She'd been stalked for a while, and having a nerve-wracking conversation with the woman that looked so wild and majestic, Rachel could barely hold back the excitement when she took an interest in her.
Embraced on a relative whim, her Sire, Cassandra, thought she'd found a diamond in the rough. A human who naturally understood the basis of what her Path entailed, more or less. She would train this Cub and bring her up into a proper Harmonist, then send her out into a pack of her own. Over the next 36 years, she did as much, and brought Rachel up into a proper huntress, a predator who could stand proud and be the eyes and ears of her pack as they claw back their influence. Soon, she got her marching orders and left the nest. To Baltimore, and to Sleepy Hollow, where her new family awaited her.
# Roland Kincaid (Declan's Ghoul)
### Overview
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-11/8PMSYfMinCtGInjd-new-oc-by-poli-chan.jpg)
Willpower
11111 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
00111 11111
11111 11111
Clear-Sighted
Supernatural
4
Finicky Palate (Lasombra)
Supernatural
-1
Romantic Notions
Supernatural
-2
**Freebie Points:** 21 (+4 from Flaws)
Gear (Carried)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Other
Low profile, high infamy
Dexterity
Lightning Reflexes
11110
Willpower
11111 11000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11100 00000
Freebies: 7 on obfuscate 3 / 4 for WP 8 / 2 firearms 4 / 2 stealth 4 /
Gear (Carried)
•Remington Model 700 hunting rifle with scope
•Desert Eagle with scope
•Makarov 9mm pistol
•High tensile steel tactical kukri
Duct tape, zip ties, hair comb
Feeding Grounds
Wherever he can find blood at low risk
Havens
Multiple safe houses scattered through the city.
Equipment (Owned)
Secure gun cases, boxes of ammo, a large black tarp
Vehicles
A beat up and stolen 1996 Toyota
Other
Tall, dark hair, and glittering green eyes outlines Roman. He isn't the most handsome man, with acne scars and rugged features, but he gets by with a quick with and a sly smile.
Born during the collapse of the Soviet Union in Czechoslovakia, Roman's life was turbulent as he grew up in the slums of Prague. As a high school dropout, low level drug dealer, he got caught and sent to Pankrác where he was sure to rot for years.
In Pankrác, Roman flourished. He was known as a fixer who could get you anything behind bars, and his first kill was messy and bloody. He was due to get out, but it was not to be.
Instead, an ancient viking vampire named Erik the Red embraced him during a prison riot. Erik saw potential in Roman and wanted him to have a traditional Gangrel Embrace, leaving him in a dazed frenzy during the riot. His first feeding was another vampire, tasting the broodmate's vitae all the way down. Savouring the power, Roman was just getting started.
Roman was quickly made aware of the Sabbat, where, instead of crashing and burning he rose to prominence as an assassin and bodyguard. Becoming a Knight/Paladin was his dream, and he worked for a decade or two a
Joining the Black Hand as a recruit was the best decision Roman's ever made, as he follows the guidance of old Kamuts in the way of the killer. These nights, Roman can be found taking out high profile targets while hunting for a variety of different types of blood. He's always wanted to see what a faerie tasted like.
# Rosa Giovanni
### Overview
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-05/uaTBSVYx2gm1CJwz-e416a66660712bb362822b9ae20b1818.jpg)
Matriarch of the Giovanni family in Baltimore.
Her family practically helped found the city.
She has seen the terrors brought on by mortals. She does everything she can to keep the family safe, and their coffer(in)s overflowing.
Appearance
Unearthly beauty
11111
Backgrounds
Languages
Italian, Latin, Spanish
11100
Willpower
11110 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11111 00000
Green (Thaumaturgy)
11100
7XP for Animalism 1
20XP for Necromancy 5
Gear (Carried)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Large stately manor in Mount Vernon
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Other
Ever since she was a young lad, Sammy Gucci has dreams of fortune and fame. Being kidnapped by the Giovanni ain't gonna stop her, being haunted by SPOOK ain't gonna discourage her, and she's gonna be a prankster no matter how many times she gets punched.
Willpower
11110 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
00000 00000
00000 00000
Gear (Carried)
Motorbike keys, +1 pistol, goggles, driving gloves
Feeding Grounds
Baltimore Hospitals
Havens
A close friend's apartment
Equipment (Owned)
A shovel, some changes of fashion, a portable computer setup.
Vehicles
A 1999 Yamaha motorbike.
Other
Freebies: 15 total / 2 on stealth 2 on tech 4 on alertness 7 on obfuscate 1
Sammy Gucci was born at a very young age to a couple that were absolutely not prepared for her. She grew up knowing about the presence of spirits around her, haunted by ghosts at the edge of her vision, and she was treated for psychotic mania as a teenager. When Sammy became 16, she drew the attention of a Toreador named Dawn who was getting into dark web shenanigans and noticed her hacking skills online. He ghouled her young, and embraced her on her 18th birthday to preserve her beauty for eternity ... or the closest thing to it.
Thus, Sammy was blood bound to Dawn and enslaved to the Giovanni family to do deliveries for them. Blood, drugs, bodies, and more all delivered under the pretence of pizza. Until, on Sammy's 10th death day, something snapped. She cut a deal with a Sabbat assassin and got Dawn did in. Now she's free, a made man, and looking to start her own criminal empire in Baltimore.
# Sandraudiga, the Maiden of Defeat
### Overview
The Goddess of the Grim March, Sandraudiga seeks out the bested, the broken, and the defeated. It is said she is the Lady of Second Chances, of Loss and Retribution. Those who have lost all or lost very little are all the same, as the bitter tang of defeat fuels her power and words. An enigma who serves only herself and her causes, she has wandered to Baltimore to set up shop and watch the coming storm for those she treasures most...the losers.
Willpower
11111 10000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11100 00000
Psychic Leech
Supernatural
5
+3 Freebies for Privacy Obsession Flaw
+1 Freebies for Unblinking Flaw
+3 Freebies for Unholy Stain
22 Freebies
-2 Medicine 4
-1 Willpower 6
-7 Vicc 2
-7 Vicc 3
-5 Psychic Leech
XP
-10 Auspex 3
-15 Auspex 4
-2 Subterfuge 1
-4 Subterfuge 2
Gear (Carried)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Underneath Nevermore Haunt (Haunted Attraction)
Equipment (Owned)
Surgical tools
Vehicles
Other
Twilight of the Gods (Netflix)
Tall and willowy, her skin gray and pale. Red eyes and pointed ears prevent her from blending in with most mortals, as she has altered her visage with vicissitude to better resemble her self-proclaimed divinity. Her fingers end in black claws, and she wears furs and heavy iron rings. Her bare skin is marked with intricate swirling patterns of blood, and she eschews footwear. When she is tracking one of the Defeated, her footsteps leave bloody tracks in her wake.
Katherine Weiss was born into an upper class family of German immigrants fleeing the aftermath of WWI. Raised in relative comfort and instilled with an analytical and accurate sensibility, it was only natural that she would enter medical school after displaying interest in understanding the human body after witnessing the aftermath of a car accident as a teenager.
Easily taking to the hard and competitive work of a medical student, she saw many of her fellows either drop out or give up more than once. Farewell parties were a semi-common occurrence for their washout friends. Still, Katherine saw that even when all seemed lost, such as after a failed test or exam, there was always an opportunity to take the lessons that losing taught and use them to succeed.
Graduating salutatorian from her medical school after several years of intense training and study, she was soon approached by more than one impeccably dressed gentlemen with clipboards. Answering their questions truthfully, she was more than shocked one day receiving a phone call with instructions to report to her new job in Langley, Virginia as a surgical consultant for the CIA. The early 60's was a time period of great turmoil for Uncle Sam, and it required a long hand to guard against any future threats. She accepted out of a dutiful sense of repayment for the country sheltering her family during her youth.
After the requisite civilian bootcamp, Dr Weiss was attached to an operations unit in Brazil during the lead up to the American coup of 1964. What seemed to be a tropical vacation quickly turned into the grim realities of global politics as she discovered her purpose was to maintain the physical and mental health of the CIA operatives running missions...as well as make sure any high value captives survived enhanced interrogation long enough to divulge their secrets.
Distasteful work was still work, and justification after justification turned into scientific fascination. She became much more versed in the multitude of ways a body could be maimed, healed, weakened, or strengthened through certain treatments. The dispassion of her purpose gave her a wealth of practical knowledge.
As the months went on, her workplaces went from city centers to surrounding houses to remote settlements to a black site deep in the jungle. Here, the CIA was hunting rebel leaders that were rumored to be working with one of the deep jungle indigenous tribes. Rumored to be cannibals, the bodies that began to show up were only dismissed as scare tactics. It was only when the camp began to slowly degrade, their communications breaking, their vehicles sabotaged, their equipment destroyed that they began to truly understand how fucked they were.
Dr Weiss was sitting in her surgical lab awaiting a death by predator or soldier when the monsters hit the camp. Foul and terrifying creatures shredded what remained of the guards, but didn't touch her. Instead, they pushed and led her deep into the jungle to an abandoned ruin, where the goddess Perchta waited.
A displaced German of similar ancestry, but much older, Perchta was a Tzimisce elder that had journeyed to the dark corners of the wild world to establish a small domain far from the machinations of the Camarilla and the Sabbat. Her philosophy and quest for perfection manifested as a focus on creating beasts from men and pitting them against each other. She had been watching Dr Weiss for some time, and saw potential in her. Tasking her with repairing and healing both her former comrades before they were transmogrified, as well as the tribespeople offered to Perchta as sacrifices, Katherine once again found herself caring for those that had lost, in battle and in life. She began to soak in the despair, the defeat, the echoing gloom and sour taste that either crushed to dust or empowered for victory.
When Perchta finally decided she had earned her apotheosis, Katherine Weiss had been no more for some time. Who remained was Sandraudiga, the Maiden of Defeat. Soul-Shrouded, Bloody Trail. Companion of the broken and bested. Eventually she left her sire, as their clan was wont to do, and traveled back to her homeland. Through old connections, she discovered that officially she had never existed. She was beyond such things as family, and began to travel through the territories of Sabbat and Camarilla alike plying her craft and trade to all who would pay in favors, blood or service to the Goddess.
# Sarah Archer
### Overview
"Beauty is but another weapon" Her pain dives her, more than anything else to make sure others don't feel it for themselves.
Manufactured Star gone Wrong
Dexterity
Lighting Reflexes
11100
Manipulation
Misdirection
11110
Appearance
Unconventional Beauty
11110
Melee
.Staff Fighting, Swords
11110
Disciplines
Potence (From time as a Ghoul)
10000
Willpower
11111 11111
11111 11111
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11100 00000
Former Ghoul (Cindy Harmon)
Social
0
Additional Discipline (Potence -Nosferatu ghoul)
Super Natural
5
Prey Exclusion (Social Workers)
Mental
1
Youthful Appearance
Physical
1
Brawl: 2 Awareness: 2 Subterfuge: 5 Investigation: 5
Humanity: 3 Willpower: 4
Xp: Dexterity - 8 Athletics - 5 Willpower - 9
Stamina ~ 8 Celerity~ 5 Athletics ~ 4 Firearms ~ 5
Firearms ~ 4 Melee ~ 4 Brawl ~ 4 Alertness ~ 2
Appearance ~12 Brawl ~ 6 Specialty: Dexterity ~ 3
Specialty: Stamina ~ 3 Specialty Meele ~ Staff fighting ~ 3 Melee 4 ~ 6 Free Expertice: Swords Crafts ~ 3
Gear (Carried)
A phone, mace, an extendable baton, and a tablet.
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Kawasaki W800 motorcycle in black
Other
Turquoise with pink highlights
Sarah is a slight young woman. She looks even thinner because she dresses in oversized sweaters and stalkings with combat boots. Her voice is strong made even more cute by a kind round face.
Sarah grew up in the Iron Triangle, the poorer district of San Francisco. White trash through and through, her mother had a problem with alcohol and her father vanished when he learned that her mother was pregnant. Maybe it was better this way with the horror stories she had heard from some of her schoolmates. It was lucky that her school even had a technology program from which she learned how to work a computer. On a system older than she was at the time. She would spend a lot of time in the local library, doing her homework, surfing around youtube, and watching gameplay channels. It was here too that she found her love for manga.
Sarah was a good kid in a bad place. She fell in with the wrong crowd and well addict really did run in the family because two years of her life were a blur of drugs and sex. She landed herself in court-ordered rehab after crashing her friend's car and killing two of them. It was the voice from the other side of the wall that told her she could have a better life. It asked her who she admired. The young woman answered with Markplier. He did a lot of good and brought people so much joy. The voice asked if she wanted to be like him. She said yes. The voice asked what would she do to get there, Sarah without a thought said anything.
She drank the blood offered to her then the euphoria greater than any drug she had ever ingested. After that her life became a series of lessons Voice lessons, Etiquette lessons, acting lessons, all to make her into the perfect image of a star, It was fine though because she got to cosplay for the first time in her life. She got to play the games that she watched all her life and found out she was good at them. Ms. Harmon took care of her so for her faceless faerie godmother she would do anything, even kill.
Sarah was tired. She found that she really didn't like the spotlight that came with being a social media celebrate and gave that up for a life in the shadows and quiet thanks to Shahin.
# Sebastien Dupré
### Overview
Seb is an enigmatic socialite, playboy, and capitalist with a mind for business and finance, an eye for expensive art. That's what the mortal world sees. To Kindred society, he is the stereotypical Lasombra: wealthy, ambitious, conniving. He runs Dupré International Inc. (DII) from the shadows, using a labyrinth of trust funds to move profits into his own coffers, as well as applying methods of extortion, bribery, and corruption to keep the leadership of the company under his heel.
Dig a little deeper and it gets far, *far* darker. Beneath his beautiful facade is a monster, preying on the darkest fears and most unholy desires of his targets. Looking into his eyes is like peering into the dark abyss of your own wretched soul, which he is all too willing to pull you into.
Appearance
Unconventional
11111
Etiquette
Sabbat Protocol
11110
Academics
Classical Studies
11000
Willpower
11111 00000
11111 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11100 00000
Eyes of Shadow
Supernatural
4pt
Enchanting Voice
Physical
2pt
Language (Latin, French, Spanish)
Mental
CC
Prey Exclusion (Caucasians)
Mental
1pt
Cast No Reflection
Supernatural
0pt (Clan)
Grip of the Damned
Supernatural
4pt
Freebies (16):
Backgrounds - 7
Willpower - 2
Courage - 2
Appearance - 5
Total - 16
XP
Abilities
Empathy - 4
Occult - 9
Politics - 3
Alertness - 5
Firearms - 6
Leadership - 2
Attributes
Strength - 4
Disciplines
Dominate - 15
Potence - 10
Auspex - 17
Potence 2 - 5
Mind Strike - 12
Total - 92
Gear (Carried)
Feeding Grounds
Dupré Manor, a private estate on the original tobacco plantation.
Havens
A sealed chamber concealed beneath Dupre Manor.
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Ferrari GTC4Lusso
Other
American (French/Spanish heritage)
As usual for the Lasombra clan, Sebastien is very attractive. Olive-skinned with dark, thick hair, and lips that would make Botticelli swoon. He usually dresses in a darker palette, always wearing something expensive and designer.
Dupré International Incorporated (DII) is luxury cigarette brand that traces its roots all the way back to 1693 colonial America, when a Catholic family from Perpignan, France came to Maryland in search of opportunity in the New World. Tobacco took the world by storm and Frederic Dupré used slave labor and ties in France and Spain to build a small empire using the plant.
Which is perhaps why, in 1865, just three days after the American Civil War was declared over, the last living heir to survive the war was Embraced into the Lasombra clan.
Sebastien Dupré was only twenty-one years old. He was fourth son and seventh child of Fabian Dupré, the great-great grandson of Frederic. The family had grown with the empire, but the Civil War nearly wiped them out. Even though they owned slaves, when abolition came and Maryland joined the Union, they begrudgingly adhered to the new normal. His brothers were each conscripted to serve in the war while Sebastien finished his studies at the prestigious Georgetown Preparatory School, the oldest Catholic boarding school in the US.
It was there he first caught the attention of his future Sire, Vincent Duarte, though it would be a few more years before he was Embraced.
One by one, his brothers died in the war. When he graduated from Georgetown, the war was still raging, and he enrolled in Mount Saint Mary's to begin his college education. He didn't get far. When he turned twenty, the age of conscription, he was called to join the fight. By that time, he had one older brother left. Sebastien was no fool, however, and knew that he might get called to serve. He had used the time in the school to study military strategy and after proving to be a capable soldier and adroit tactician on the battlefield, was given command of a platoon.
His last older brother was killed in battle, allegedly by his own men. His father died of a breathing illness (lung cancer, though not known at the time) soon after, and his mother's health was wrecked from the stress of looking after the plantation's affairs with his sisters, who were married off after the war. When Sebastien returned from the war, he was thin and strong, and strangely calm about what he had experienced. As it turned out, he had a predilection for operating in violent, ambiguous situations, and using strategy and cunning to get results.
Vincent had ingratiated himself as a mysterious family friend that helped with the estate by seducing his grieving mother. Now that Sebastien had returned, however, she was unnecessary. She died of a mysterious anemic illness, and Sebastien was Embraced. Together, he and Vincent weathered the various storms that hit Baltimore, maintaining the Dupré empire, while also furthering the goals of the Sabbat.
Sometime during that, Sebastien outgrew his Sire. Their fallout was bloody, with Sebastien killing his Sire, and committing the act of Diablerie on him. It was bad timing, because the Camarilla took over the city. Luckily, the plantation sits just on the outside of the Baltimore domain, and Sebastien was able to form an allegiance with another pack in DC. His eyes have never quite left Baltimore, though, and he would relish the chance to help turn it back into a Sabbat-friendly domain once more.
Sebastien is known as a playboy and fashionable socialite, hosting lavish parties at Dupre Manor, and supporting causes that might hurt the Camarilla, though he has kept himself out of the Baltimore domain while they maintained power. Behind the scenes, he helps move money for the Sabbat, deals in human trafficking in order to maintain a small herd, and connives to affect both vampire and human politics. With the tobacco industry dying a slow death, they've also branched out into marijuana and illicit drugs.
# Shahin Kamran
### Overview
UBER EATS
Your courier *Faisal* has picked up your order and it's on the move! There's no need to meet them - you will receive a notification when it's been delivered!
Shahin is an Assamite *Rafiq*. For the most part he keeps to himself, unless of course he is called upon to do what Assamites do best.
He also works for Uber Eats and Doordash on the side.
Dexterity
Precise & Lightning Reflexes
11111
Wits
Getting the jump on others
11110
Crafts
(Firearms & blade maintenance)
11000
Melee
Knives, Swords, Disarm
11111
Backgrounds
Alternate Identity
Faisal Abadi
11000
Willpower
11111 11111
11111 11111
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11110 00000
[Daredevil](https://redhandchronicles.com/link/21#bkmrk-daredevil "Daredevil")
Physical
3pts
[Crackshot ](https://redhandchronicles.com/link/21#bkmrk-crackshot "Crackshot")
Physical
3pts
[Concentration](https://redhandchronicles.com/link/22#bkmrk-concentration "Concentration")
Mental
1pt
Languages: English, Farsi, Arabic, Turkish, French, ASL, Assamite Hand Signals, Secret Sign Language (Shahin & Julien), Haitian-Creole
[Permanent Fangs](https://redhandchronicles.com/link/26#bkmrk-permanent-fangs "Permanent Fangs")
Physical
3pts
[Mute](https://redhandchronicles.com/link/26#bkmrk-mute "Mute")
Physical
4pts
Experience:
60 - Celerity* 0→5
15 - Quietus* 0→2
15 - Larceny 1→4
12 - Stamina 3→4
10 - Athletics 2→4
6 - Brawl 1→3
6 - Streetwise 1→3
5 - Crafts 0→2
7 - Protean 1→2
4 - Alertness 2→3
2 - Subterfuge 1→2
2 - Alternate Identity 1→2
3 - Melee Specialty: Swords
3 - Crafts Specialty: Blade maintenance
1 - Haitian-Creole 0→1
25 - Celerity* 5→6
8 - Melee 4→5 (Spec: Disarm)
12 - Strength 3→4 (Spec: Precision Damage)|
10 - Quietus* 2→3
12 - Perception 3→4 (Spec: Vigilant)
Freebies (15/15):
7 - Protean 0→1
2 - Self Control 4→5
5 - Willpower 5→10
1 - Alternate Identity 0→1
Gear (Carried)
Weapons: Shahin is never willingly without a weapon. He usually carries numerous knives on his person and at least one firearm (9mm). Situationally, he may also be carrying a rifle and/or sword - yes a sword.
Miscellaneous: Burner phone, wallet (with alternate identity information), cash.
Feeding Grounds
The Rack
Havens
As a Rafiq of Clan Assamite, Shahin has access to the local Malja, a safe haven and redoubt located on the northern edge of Baltimore.
Shahin is also Julien Lavalle's... roommate? and has safe haven at the Anarch's home.
Equipment (Owned)
Knives (many), a few swords, several pistols, a number of rifles. A few dozen burner phones. A shitty (but functional) laptop.
Vehicles
Other
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2025-07/bIXcJpWaIFiOKy3F-shain-sword-50.jpg)
Shahin was born a *kul* (slave), property of Babek, the *Pasha* (lord) of a remote region in the north-eastern Ottoman Empire (in present-day Iran near the Turkmenistan border). He was taught to be a house slave, one meant to directly serve the day-to-day needs of Babek and his family, and to protect the family's secrets his tongue was cut out when he was 7.
Babek was no ordinary man, nor was his family normal. He was in fact Kindred and his 'family' a coterie. The Babek brood were monsters who terrorized the remote province that they claimed as their domain. Shahin witnessed many terrible things and suffered them as well. The activities of Babek and his coterie did not go unnoticed however. They drew the attention of the Banu Haqim.
But when the righteous assassins moved on Babek, they found a twelve-year old Shahin crouched over the vampire's body, a spear driven through the monster's heart.
Shahin was taken in by the Banu Haqim. The young kine was not embraced right way. He might have impressed the clan, but he had still not earned a place among them. He was taught how to read, how to write and the silent signals that the Banu Haqim used in battle. He trained, learning to fight with his hands and blades. It wasn't until sometime in his twenties that Shahin was embraced.
For the first six decades of his unlife, Shahin studied as a *Fida'i* under the guiding hand of his Sire and three other assassins. He remained mostly within the middle-east during this time, but when he was named a *Rafiq* in his own right, he was sent eastward. His travels took him to the Indian subcontinent, then back towards the west into Europe and onward into the United Kingdom.
Shanin had crossed 'the pond' when Ur-Shulgi rose from Torpor. He had never known life before the Blood Curse and perhaps given his geographical distance from the Methuselah sided with the *Eayn al Hukam*.
His deeds have taken him across the United States and Canada in these modern nights. His most recent 'home' is in Baltimore, MD.
# Simon Ward
### Overview
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-06/1VAJum7gCs0gGIl3-simonsquared.jpg)
Simon is the owner of Scandal, a popular nightclub found in the 400 Block of East Baltimore Street. To most, he is an enterprising young business man who gives back to the local community and is rarely seen without a smile on his face.
Less commonly known, Simon is known to be able to get people pretty much whatever they want... for a price.
Club owning procurer of things
Manipulation
Impeccable Lies
11110
Performance
Playing the Audience
11110
Backgrounds
Contacts
(Criminal underworld, Police)
11100
Willpower
11111 11111
11111 11111
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11000 00000
[Enchanting Voice](https://redhandchronicles.com/link/21#bkmrk-enchanting-voice)
Physical
2pts
[Addictive Blood](https://redhandchronicles.com/link/25#bkmrk-addictive-blood)
Clan
3pts
Language (Québecois French)
Mental
0pts
[Deep Sleeper](https://redhandchronicles.com/link/27#bkmrk-deep-sleeper)
Physical
1pt
[Prey Exclusion (Clergy)](https://redhandchronicles.com/link/27#bkmrk-prey-exclusion)
Physical
1pt
35 - Willpower 5→10
10 - Presence 1→2
8 - Performance 3→4
2 - Alertness 1→2
3 - Athletics 0→1
2 - Awareness 1→2
3 - Brawl 0→1
2 - Politics 1→2
3 - Law 0→1
3 - Finance 0→1
3 - Retainer 0→1
3 - Domain 0→1
Freebies
5 - Charisma 3→4
2 - Influence (DA, BPD) 0→2
2 - Contacts (DA, Fence) 0→2
2 - Conviction 2→3
1 - Willpower 4→5
3 - Addictive Blood (Merit)
Total Spent: 15
Gear (Carried)
Knife (Melee), Pistol (Firearms)
Feeding Grounds
Scandal nightclub
Havens
Scandal (nightclub) - Located in the basement of the nigthclub; it is both Simon's haven and the location of his blood cult's temple.
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Run-of-then-mill beige Ford Focus (sedan)Black 2011 Ducati Scrambler Nightshift (motor-cycle)
Other
Simon Ward was born and raised in Montreal, Canada. He had something of a rambunctious childhood that turned into a life a crime, drugs and partying by the time he was an adult. In the late sixities/early seventies, a wave of Haitian immigrants arrived in the city and with them came the Followers of Set. Simon fell in with a group of these Haitians and it is through them that he met Atiq Farad. Atiq was not a native of Haiti, but he had been travelling with the Followers of Set as they spread out from the island to Montreal. Within a year Simon had been fully corrupted by Atiq and embraced.
As the Setite blood cults proliferated without control, it was inevitable that the Sabbat who controlled the city would take action. Montreal became increasingly dangerous with 'snake-hunts' rooting out the Setites. It was during this time that Atiq was either torpored or succumbed to final death - Simon remains uncertain - but the young fledgling was forced to flee the city. He fled to Baltimore, where he had learned that his grandsire resided. But when he arrived he discovered he was in a state of torpor.
Simon settled in the northeastern outskirts of the city where he found a local temple. He built up his resources, and a cult of his own until opportunity came to Baltimore. When the Camarilla started their assault on Baltimore, Simon was finally able to awaken his grandsire. He took advantage of the situation, helping both sides of the conflict at first, but mostly he provided aid to the Camarilla.
The Setites were able to establish a small domain in the heart of the city itself, and it is in this patch of territory that Simon was able to acquire and setup a temple of his own, within the Scandal nightclub. He has since built a reputation for being able to get people what they want be they mortal or Kindred... if they are willing to pay his price.
# Sylvie LaRue
### Overview
[![b53c4fd037b07b62a6172b1be031e6e2[1].jpg](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-07/scaled-1680-/2bHlkcivFyU69ylj-b53c4fd037b07b62a6172b1be031e6e21.jpg)](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-07/2bHlkcivFyU69ylj-b53c4fd037b07b62a6172b1be031e6e21.jpg)
"We all eventually need to find new soil to plant our roots in.
Quiet, well studied, and gentle. Despite everything, even the smallest seed can grow wild. One just needs to know the right soil and the right fertilizer.
Flower Child On The Brink
Willpower
11111 11000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11000 00000
Blush of Health
Physical
2
3 Freebies for Quarter Master
2 Freebies for Eidetic Memory
2 Freebies for Blush
4 Freebies for 2 Science dots
7 Freebies for 1 Thaum dot
1 Freebies for 1 dots in Will
2 Freebies for 1 dot in Occult.
1 Freebie for 1 dot in Retainers
10 xp for Auspex.
5 xp for 1 dot in Auspex
6 xp for 1 dot in Will
2 xp for Sense the Mystical
4 xp for Ascension Of the Blood
Gear (Carried)
Credit card, purse, ID, keys, phone
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Shop, laptop, library card
Vehicles
A toyota corolla VE (Used)
Other
American, family is french
Life before the embrace was boring for Sylvie. Her parents were a middle class couple from Brest who moved to the United States when she was very young. They made a steady life working as professors but passed away before Sylvie turned 20. Their life insurance wasn't vast but it helped keeping her above water until her sponsorship got her into college. She used a chunk the money she had to buy a nice little shop and used it to help with her college life. Her life didn't really make a very interesting turn until she was embraced by a professor. He had said something about why but it didn't matter because he didn't stick around. Suddenly her boring college life was flipped and she was brought into the Chantry. Her sire's reputation still hangs over her but she's earned her place and has kept a nice little space for herself at her shop.
# Thanatos
### Overview
“On a gathering storm comes A tall handsome man In a dusty black coat with A red right hand”
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Thanatos, one of the most elusive and well respected members of the criminal underworld. That’s what most people would be able to tell you about the Lasombra Antitribu who’s been hunted for over two centuries now by those that he defied and left behind. No one knows why he does what he does or why he goes where he goes. The only thing that is certain is that those that have crossed him have ended up dead and those that have thought about it never did.
It’s been noted in recent years that they have heard he was dealing with things in America. Specifically the western parts of the United States. Some say they have even spotted him heading for Baltimore, a city where his business would thrive and one where it would be hard to hunt him down. Who knows if he truly is going there or if he’s even arrived? But everyone will know the moment people start to die.
Alexandrios “Thanatos” Malakai
Humanity/path
11111 10000
Path of Power and Inner Voice
Willpower
11111 11100
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11111 00000
Hunted like A Dog (Lasombra Sabbat)
Social
3
Cloaked in Shadow
Supernatural
3
Touch of Frost
Supernatural
1
15 Freebie Points:+5 from Flaw, -4 virtue, -5 from willpower, -4 Resources BG, -5 point in strength, -2 leadership.
Exp: -12 two points in Stamina, -10 backgrounds, -15 potence and second dot, -3 new ability (stealth), -6 dots in stealth, -2 dot in survival, -2 dot in Brawl
Gear (Carried)
Vintage Pocket watch, wedding ring, x2 desert eagle Mark XIX .50 cal in titanium gold, wallet
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Owns Multiple but his go to drive is his Black Lamborghini Murciélago, A few private jets, A helicopter, three yachts.
Other
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-05/DK7RnSUiRP5ViKhu-image-1717035392775.png)
Alexandrios was once a man of great love and compassion. He loved the world and helped those that suffered in it for most of his early years. But over time his gifts were seen as works of the devil. Then the very people he swore to help and save turned against him. They began to hunt and persecute witches and ended up burning his only daughter as a witch. That broke a piece within him that caused him to go down a path of revenge. That path turned him into a monster that truly earned the fear of those that hunted him. He lost himself to the pain and betrayal of those he had vowed to protect.
Adelaide seeing what path her husband had gone down couldn’t love him anymore. This caused him to try and find redemption. She promised to wait for him to come back to her, as a new man. But when he returned to her a year later, after atoning for his sins and regaining his love for others. He was ready to live his life with the woman he cherished and loved. But what he found was that she had moved on and fallen in love with Azazel, a man of another powerful bloodline. She was pregnant with his child and they had gotten married. This shattered him, a betrayal that he never expected, it burned out any humane part of his mind, body, and soul.
But he was found later on by a man who called himself Lorenzo Sforza. Something about him unnerved a part of Alexandrios. This man saw something in the deep darkness of Alexandrios’s heart and soul. He offered him a gift of immortality and the power to never feel weak again. Seeing this as an out and a way to finally get back at everyone who ever wronged him. He accepted and by the end of the day he was Embraced. Born anew as a kindred and member of the Lasombra Clan, he quickly learned the ways of his kind and about his newfound abilities and all the unfortunate weaknesses. Over the years he grew into an extremely dangerous figure in his clan, many kindred took to calling him Thanatos and soon enough everyone was using that name. Everyone knew him by name but not many by face. In the endhe leaned to love that name. A name he’d used for the rest of his immortal life. A name that struck fear into any that heard it. Thanatos. The God Of Death in Greek mythology. No one better than a Greek kindred to represent him.
In the more recent years his name has resurfaced in America in the black markets and the underworld. Some say he’s running his own mafia and others say he’s a hitman for hire. Most information on him as of late has been word of mouth and speculation but some have said that they spotted him in the city of Baltimore recently. Why would someone like him be there and what could he be planning? No one knows. But one thing is for sure. The city is in a perfect spot for someone that deals with the criminal underworld.
# The Dancing Devil, Amber Shepherd
### Overview
[![angel-ganev-2019-11-18[1].jpg](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-12/scaled-1680-/JDvexG3Rf7uT5LLt-angel-ganev-2019-11-181.jpg)](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-12/JDvexG3Rf7uT5LLt-angel-ganev-2019-11-181.jpg)
"Weep for me, I am lost."
Despite her escape from her Sire, Amber never managed to break herself from her old ways. She'd gotten a taste for the violence and cruelty of the Sabbat, addicted to the rush of combat, and she can't seem to shake it. She balances on a knife edge as she maintains contact with many of her old flames in the Sabbat and has been sliding slowly back into the embrace of the Sword. Her devotion to the Bahari traditions is strong.. but the Anarchs don't really care about those traditions either do they? Will she lose herself again or will reuniting with her sister give her a grasp?
Willpower
11100 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
00000 00000
00000 00000
Additional Discipline (Dementation)
Supernatural
5
Devil's Mark (Perception)
Supernatural
3
Sleeping With The Enemy
Social
Freebies
Indelible 1
Additional Discipline 5
Ambidextrous 1
Strength 5
3x Humanity 6
Expression 2
Generation 2
XP
Dementation 10xp
Dementation 1 --> 2 5xp
Melee 3 --> 4 6xp
Auspex 10xp
Medicine 2 --> 3 4xp
Gear (Carried)
Two cleaver knives, gym bag, spray paint cans,
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Penthouse
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Other
Blonde (Dyed, Naturally brown)
The 50s were not kind to Amber's family. The daughter of a salary man losing the rat race and a secretary for her husband's boss, having met in the breakroom. Things got messier when the divorce papers were signed with her father's snub nose. Amber was left alone, afraid, and cold on the street. She didn't know where to go, what to do, and New York swept her up in the craze of the streets. Amber refused to let herself become just another street rat.
She found a family, two sisters. Sure her older sister needed a little help out of her shell but it was nice. A real, loving, family right here in the mud. They swore to each other that nothing would get between them. Amber felt like maybe they would make it work and maybe that little kernel of something bitter in her heart would disappear. Then the Disco King walked into their lives. He promised the world- drugs, money, clothes. He promised them a taste of the high life. It was not all he promised but to Amber, twisted as the club scene swallowed her up and spat her out, it was so much more. It took her a while to earn her place, absolutely, but god did the blood feel better than sex.
Revenge came when their traveling band swept into Baltimore and got caught in the Night of Blood. She felt wrong begging for shelter with the Anarchs. Why should she beg? Why should she give up her hunger, her fun, for their stupid rules? The Beast inside her itched and it divided her from her sisters. She tried her best, did everything she could, to hold it together and connect to the Anarchs. Then her old friends began to reach out to her.. and boredom caught her. Now, as time drags on, she begins to slowly slide back. She returns to Baltimore to talk with her sister but, Lilith damn her, she hasn't felt that same rush since she left. So here comes The Dancing Devil, The Rose Fiend, as she struggles between her worship of pain and her love of her sisters.
# Tobias Lancaster
### Overview
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2025-08/4zm0cHDnXgocfIim-output-onlinepngtools.png)
A very catty and gay Malkavian drug dealer with the hopes that his gal pals (the voices in his head that speak to him he refers to) help him climb to the top, and ain't nobody going to stop him or from his company, Shadow Dark Inc. (his drug organization he fights tooth and nail to get off the ground) from growing, he plans to one day to get his organization up and running,
An Independent, he claims no Sect as to maximize his profits (and the drama) between the other Sects, while he is the plug to all of Baltimore, a shifty Neonate but he's got exactly what a person wants for products.
Yaoi bait drug dealing drama cat
Backgrounds
Fame (Local Drama Queen )
10000
Armory (Gun safe in Bungalow)
10000
Humanity/Path
11111 10000
Conscience/Conviction + Self-Control/Instinct
Willpower
111111
11111 00000
Blood Pool (Max: 10)
11111 11100
00000 00000
Blush of Health
Physical
-2 Pts
Entrepreneur
Social
-2 Pts
Unlucky (2)
Supernatural
+2 Pts
Previous XP: 19
Current XP: 22
Red dots are Freebies, and Blue dots are XP
+2 freebie Unlucky Flaw
-2 freebie Blush of Health Merit
-6 freebies on Abilities: Larceny, Streetwise and Law (two pts each)
-7 freebies on Discipline: Obfuscate
-2 freebies on Willpower (1 pt each)
Histrionic Personality Disorder - He goes through many, many boyfriends. He cannot hold a relationship for more than 2 months. Very dramatic likely because of this disorder.
Dependent Disorder - Due to his terrible clinginess and attention seeking behavior, from one night he goes from being very isolated and alone to do his own thing, to the next night he cannot stand to be alone. A constant up and down of needing company and then extreme isolation. He has no idea what he truly wants.
Gear (Carried)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Small Rental Bungalow in Canton - 1109 S Decker Ave.
Equipment (Owned)
Glock 48 Handgun
Vehicles
2010 Toyota Camry
Other
Dirty Blonde / Sandy twin braids, medium length
Red colored eye contact lenses, real eye color is blue
Nomamoto from Drama Queen
A thin looking average man on the shorter side, Tobias likes to wear red colored eye contacts to throw both mortals and kindred off his true appearance, his paranoia played up to where he thinks he has enemies everywhere, so he wears them.
He loves keeping his hair up in braids, no matter what style it might be, he is oddly fascinated with the concept of braids, so he prefers to keep his hair in twin braids so he can feel his hair on each side of him.
Tobias held a long fascination with growing plants and chemistry ever since he was a child. Growing up, he was the popular kid in school, lots of attention and thereby, a knack for causing drama, finishing it and avoiding it. He was never that ambitious at the beginning of his life. This was true up until he turned 18 when he tried weed the first time, the experience was not pleasant. He had the misfortune of his first smoke being laced with fentanyl in his OG Kush, causing substantial mental damage. He was not the same afterwards.
This profound damage to his brain made him take this news at a different light, his first time was the best he ever had. And instead of just feeling satisfied with getting more for himself, he immediately hit the streets. Before the Embrace, he worked as a dog walker and dog sitter, and by complete chance, he met his sire, Helen Broadnax.
Helen is a neurotic clean freak who loves dogs, owning 7 dogs of different breeds. She is not very well liked among her neighbors but she could sense the already cracked perspective Tobias has within him. Like a nosy neighbor she pestered him about his interests and beliefs, not particularly caring about them in truth, only seeing if she can crack the mirror within this potential Childe.
One night after a day of sitting Helen's dogs, upon her return, Tobias had the unfortunate luck to get caught smoking weed in her presence, she flew off in a crazy rant about how the smoke can dirty her walls and the stink of her house is going to be so hard to get rid of. On the verge of Frenzying, Tobias took her tirade in stride, unphased by it, but there had to be satisfaction on Helen's part, and he got caught. Not wanting to have the cops called on him, he promised to clean her whole house to forebear any harsh punishments to keep his job as her dog sitter. She was pleased with how well he handled her and reaching her demands, On a whim she embraced him that night on October.
Now as a vampire, Tobias' sire has her on speed dial and he gets frequent texts about the latest ramblings, bullshit articles that upset her that night, or Kindred lore out of the blue. He of course had to divulge his dealings and desires to become a drug dealer, and not wanting to stop her Childe from achieving his goals, she does what she can to point him in the right direction. Informing him that he cannot show his true face to mortals now, and must make deals with other fellow Kindred and keep his identity a secret.
# Tomasz Draus
### Overview
Tomasz, at first glance, seems fairly understated for a Brujah. He doesn't have a crazy haircut, obscene piercings, and he's not covered in tattoos. He dresses fashionably, enjoys wearing suits here and there, and pursues academic activities. Some might even say he's a little *too pretty* to be a Brujah.
Yet there is something brimming just beneath the surface. A simple conversation turns into a discussion, which morphs into a debate, then evolves to a disagreement, and finally escalates into an argument. He gets that *look* in his eyes when someone loses their cool, says something wrong or even better, initiates a fight. He smiles as his fingers curl into fists...
Dexterity
Lightning Reflexes
11110
Appearance
Unforgettable Face
11110
Brawl
Dirty Fighting, MMA, Bartitsu
11110
Drive
Motorcycles, Evasion
11000
Willpower
11111 11100
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11000 00000
Blush of Health
Physical
2pt
Language (English, Polish, German, French, Latin)
Mental
0pt (CC)
Deceptive Aura
Supernatural
1pt
Rep (Elder Slayer)
Social
1pt
Burning Wrath (Celerity - 3, Potence - 3)
1 BP
Freebies Spent (Red):
Appearance - 10
Specialty - 1
XP Spent (Blue):
Empathy - 5
Streetwise - 9
Subterfuge - 5
Specialties - 18
Disciplines - 52
Willpower - 9 + 13
Domain - 10
Leadership - 3
Burning Wrath - 18
Total - 134
Gear (Carried)
Extendable Baton, sometimes a 9mm pistol, sometimes a Bowie knife. They are usually secured somewhere on his motorcycle if they're not on him.
Feeding Grounds
Havens
The basement of an old brownstone rowhouse. It's small, windowless, and unassuming. His ghoul runs his consultation business in the rowhouse during the day, but then he will go to a separate rented apartment so that Tomasz can use the rowhouse for whatever purposes he wants at night without a sleeping human in the way.
Equipment (Owned)
Cell phone,
Vehicles
Motorcycle - Triumph Bonneville
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2022-12/SP6hya1FmLlIxrsO-triumphbonneville.jpg)[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2022-12/1TSrXOJqLcYGRJnu-onmotorcycle.jpg)
Other
Tomasz has a naturally casual demeanor and paired with his good looks, is often perceived as charming, which he can be. When he was Embraced, he hadn't shaved in a week and had a strong amount of stubble. Shaving it makes him appear drastically younger, while keeping the beard manages to make him seem more mature.
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2023-01/jH1is1wmH4Ycv0t9-facecomparison.png)
1811 - 1893
Born in a Polish village on the outskirts of Warsaw, Tomasz Draus was an intelligent, precocious, and combative young child. Perhaps it was his father, soldier who had fought in the uprisings against the Prussian army that partitioned their region of Poland, or his French mother, who had been part of the revolution that ended in the beheading of Louis and Marie Antoinette. They raised him to be an independent thinker, but soon found that he enjoyed it a little *too* much. Debates with him often devolved into fist fights, and his father, who was a boxer after his time as a soldier, had taught him to use his fists well.
As he developed, he had a natural athletic ability and he was an attractive young man, his appearance something he learned to use to his benefit when trying to get his way. He was easily admitted into the new University of Warsaw in 1828, where he began studies in Linguistics. He learned Latin there, adding to his already fluent speaking of Polish from his father, French from his mother, and Deutsch as the official language of Prussia. He also gained a very healthy dislike for the Kingdom of Prussia and joined a coterie of students intent on fostering revolution to win back Poland's sovereignty.
As a young revolutionary, notice was taken by his eventual sire, Gretchen Keller. One of Tomasz's professors was the 10th generation Brujah's ghoul. Gretchen was a key part in fostering a sense of revolution in the university, and so when the November Uprising began in 1830, Tomasz was a willing participant, as well as most of the university. The uprising was crushed the next year and the university forced to shut down, believed to be central to the uprising. The ghouled professor was executed, and the loss of the ghoul inspired Gretchen to Embrace Tomasz without much forethought. They fled to the Austrian partition of Poland and took up residence near the Jagiellonian University in Krakow, where they would ghoul a new student every few years in order to learn from their studies and spread the same sense of rebellion that they had done in Warsaw.
In 1893, however, they attracted the notice of a hunters. The city's Camarilla court was decimated and those who didn't flee at the time didn't survive. Gretchen and Tomasz didn't stay, obviously.
1894 - 1946
They traveled across Europe, going to from France, to Italy, to Spain, but nowhere stuck. Tomasz wasn't just rebellious, he could be violent, enjoying the challenge of a good fight, and it was only Gretchen's protection that stopped him from being killed a few times. They wore out their welcome in most cities as soon as the local Prince began to suspect their presence was beginning to stir thoughts of revolution or reform of the Tradtions. They went to London next, where he became enamored with the combat artform of *Bartitsu* (call *baritsu* at the time due to a misspelling from a Sherlock Holmes story). Their time there was less contentious than other places as there was a decent sized population of other Brujah for Tomasz to bang knuckles with.
In the 1930s, Gretchen was killed by Sabbat, who had infiltrated the London court, and there was a massive struggle for power. At some point during all this, Tomasz committed diablerie on a Lasombra of lower generation in order to help gain the upper hand in the struggle. Only two other Kindred know of it, and one of them is currently in torpor. The strategy worked, however, and Tomasz fought and won against the Sabbat elder leading the charge to cast the Camarilla out. It was a stunning feat, and he enjoyed praise and glory while he resided in London. They called him Elder Slayer, enjoying praise and glory as the Brujah that saved London. Over time, less vampires know about it, others have won similar glories, but many elders still remember his name or know of the incident. Eventually, the Ventrue got too strong of a hold on London, and without Gretchen, he began to crave something completely different than what Europe had afforded him, finding inspiration in the new superpower that rose up after the end of WWII: America.
1947 - present
His time in America has been his favorite so far. With a healthy love of revolution, a tendency toward sex and violence, and a culture that mostly values the individual, he found it easy to assimilate. The Civil Rights movement, the 60s and the Summer of Love, gay rights, etc. There is always a movement to join, a protest to inspire, a status-quo to be broken. San Francisco and LA were great places to hang out with the Anarchs, get a taste of what it was like in places not run by the Camarilla or the Sabbat.
He even sired his own childe, an activist in San Francisco working on the Harvey Milk campaign. They didn't last very long, and he was turned off Embracing after, preferring to ghoul. Especially middle-aged gay men, and sometimes women, who were usually first turned on by the young, hot man, and then bound to him by his blood. It's the best way to keep a source of income and fund political pursuits in modern nights. In the 1990s, the MMA cage fighting became his new obsession for combat, and then the popularity of Fight Club created the perfect opportunity for underground fights.
The rise of social media has been insanely fun to him. He has presence on all the major platforms under the moniker "*gofawkesurself"* where he generally posts provocative content, calls to activism, and has used it for coordinating with other activists, sometimes hacktivists, to create statements or infiltrate and sabotage corrupt businesses. All the content is anonymous, accessed using a VPN,
And that brings us to Baltimore... close to the capital of the country, but far enough to not be overrun by mortal security. The West Coast had become... redundant. He hungers for something more visceral. Somewhere full of corruption, a tinder box on the verge of lighting up where it just takes one person to light a match. His latest ghoul is a middle-aged man that made a fortune in the tech industry, and he's just bought an old Brownstone rowhouse in Riverside. One with a small, windowless basement that will serve as the perfect haven until Tommy can find something better.
# Trey Bennet
### Overview
Trey is a former Police Investigator whose sharp instincts and dedication to justice once made him a rising star in law enforcement. After being embraced by a mysterious sire, he now navigates the night as kindred of the Tremere Clan, bringing with him the skills of a seasoned investigator and an increased sense of paranoia.
Quiet and calculating, Trey tends to observe more than speak, always scanning for inconsistencies and hidden motives. He's cautious with trust but methodical in his loyalty.
Investigation
Detail Recognition
11110
Willpower
11111 11111
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11100 00000
2 Freebie Points for Light Sleeper
3 Freebie Points for Iron Will
7 Freebie Points for Willpower
2 Freebie Points for 1 dot in Subterfuge
5 Freebie Points for Appearance
6 Exp for 1 dot in Investigation
6 Exp for 1 dot in Empathy
Gear (Carried)
S&W .32, compact key ring, Ammo Pouch of .32 Rounds, Burner Phone, Notebook and Pen (coded shorthand)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Inherited Family Home
Equipment (Owned)
Police Scanner, Digital Recorder, Lockpicking Set, Kevlar Vest
Vehicles
2002 Ford Focus
Other
Trey usually wears a dark trench coat with a simple white shirt underneath and some well fit jeans. Though he may change his attire to suite the situation.
A woman of poise and negotiating words. She wears what appears to be a taxidermized crane across her shoulders and is overall refined appearing. Tsuriko is a fashion designer as a hobby but spends most of her time going between Kindred factions as a diplomat. Deeply connected to spirts and nature, she strives along the Path of Humanity.
Negotiator Fashion Designer
Appearance
Unconventional Looks
11110
Subterfuge
Detecting Lies
11110
Willpower
11111 10000
11111 10000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11000 00000
Blush of Health
Physical
2
Language (Japanese, Romanian)
Mental
0
Prey Exclusion (Kids younger than 14)
Mental
1
Cold Breeze
Supernatural
1
Kiss of Death
Supernatural
2
Ancestral Soil Dependence
Clan
2
Donning the Mask of Shadows
2
Koldonic Sorcery Fire
11111
Koldunic Sorcery Wind
11000
Koldunic Sorcery Spirit
10000
** Freebie Spending (22)**
Crafts 4,5 - 4
Dexterity 3 - 5
Contacts 2- 2
Medicine 1 - 2
Generation 2 - 1
Subterfuge 4 - 2
**EXP **
New Discipline Koldonic Sorcery - 10
Koldinic Sorcery 2, 3 - 21
Vicissitude 3 - 10
Learning Politics - 3
Politics 2 - 2
Herd 1 - 3
Occult 4- 6
Way of Wind - 7
Int 3 - 8
Willpower 4, 5, 6 - 12
Manipulation 3 - 8
Koldunic Sorcery 5 - 28
Medicine 2 - 2
Way of Wind 2 - 4
Way of Spirit 1 - 7
Occult 5 - 8
Gear (Carried)
Fan
Still alive crane designed as a shawl
Paper
Sewing kit and thread
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Jar of dirt from Hiroshima before the atomic bomb detonated
Jar of dirt from Transylvania
Vehicles
Car her herd drives
Other
Ventablack. She modified it herself so that it catches no light. Does this as a fashion statement. It is long and reaches down to her waist. It never seems to get tangled.
Black but wears red eye contacts as a fashion thing. Could change her eyes herself but red eyes are harder to handwave than contacts.
Delicate with defined arms
Tsuriko is a delicate, poised woman who stands tall. She tends to wear formfitting clothing of her design which means nearly everything she wears is somehow crafted from an animal she has used Vicissitude on. She has a high sense of fashion often looking rich and put together although the crane she normally has around her shoulders which is still living just horribly disfigured and cannot move yet aware is a centrepiece most Kine would find uncomfortable. Normally a hat is placed on her head for fashion reasons and she has modified her body to appeared a bit more unique too. Nails tend to be painted a sparkly red and are grown long. Feet normally hidden by the hem of a dress, when she walks it can make her appear as if she is gliding across the ground.
Her skin is awash with life, a testament to her desire for kindness even if it is twisted due to vampirism. She strives for humanity and is seen as more caring than other Kindred.
Tsuriko was born in Hiroshima on the 25th of March, 1924 but did not grow up there. With tensions growing thanks to the Great War her parents decided before she was born to move to San Francisco, America. They managed to get in right before the Immigration Act of 1924 was signed and so she grew up in that city. Her parents opened up a textiles store which she assisted in when she could through designing, weaving and running when her parents could not. Both she and her family were targeted with racially charged hate crimes which only got worse in the advent of World War 2.
One man saw an instance of this hatred and curiously watched one night, eventually stepping in when he found the textiles in the store to be most pleasant. Tall, refined and someone born outside of the country he made himself acquainted as Lucian Vasuliu after dismissing the individuals. Grateful, Tsuriko and her family thanked the man. He continued to make himself a frequent visitor of the store and talked much with a young adult Tsuriko whom at this time was already becoming a skilled weaver influenced by nature and the patterns found within.
Being a handsome fellow, Tsuriko grew an attachment to him. Her love life was otherwise uneventful. A beauty in her own right, World War 2 and the effects of that still brought her no joy. She continued to run the store and assist her parents.
In 1954 Lucian eventually Embraced her as her skill had become so much with the textiles that he wanted to preserve it. He had planned it for a while even venturing to her birthplace before the atomic bomb went off to collect soil from it making the soil Tsuriko possess untainted. He trained her in the art of Vicissitude which she applied to her textiles. She began weaving hair and fur, making leather products and incorporating teeth, claws and feathers into designs. During this time her love for him faded but their relationship remained respectful to the point where in the 1970s they both travelled to Transylvania where she learned Romanian and Koldunic Sorcery. Being tied to the land, Tsuriko ended up developing a dependence on Transylvanian soil in addition to the soil of her birthplace. She also received a new last name that being Cocor after the cranes she loves to observe.
During the training her and Lucian parted ways. Tsuriko earning a bit of respect due to her study of Koldonism eventually made her way back to America and started mediating between factions as a neutral party. Whilst she did not broker peace as there is no such thing in Kindred society she did help deliver messages and lessen the extent of conflicts to some degree. She now finds herself in Baltimore to deal with the society there.
# Vandal Voss
### Overview
A man of no consequence.
Voss entered into the night with no memory of who, or what, he once was. Alone in the darkness with no one to guide him, existence was a struggle from the start. He has survived by skulking, watching, and making as few waves as possible. He is rarely of interest to anyone, generally left to watch the night in solitude.
Ever the observer, he has seen more than he cares to share. Perhaps more than even he knows.
Willpower
11100 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11100 00000
11111 11111
Acute Sense (Hearing)
Physical
1
Deceptive Aura
Supernatural
1
Friend of the Underground
Social
3
Open Road
Social
2
Sanctity
Social
2
Tic/Twitch (Tapping in Threes)
Physical
1
Freebies:
Merits: 13
Obfuscate: 7
Exp:
Obfuscate: 18
Auspex: 6
Animalism: 10
Gear (Carried)
A folding lawn chair
A pocket knife
A crazy straw
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Small, Unnamed Soup Kitchen
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Other
commissioned from my dear friend, Abbi
With smooth skin and an active body in spite of his steely hair, Voss appears almost timeless (in a very mundane way).
An average man of average height, down on his luck. Neither handsome enough nor ugly enough to be paid a second glance to. He dresses the same way, walks the same path, and sits in the same chair, every night.
He is polite enough not to offend. He is distant enough not to intrude.
Rare is the one that sees him. Rarer still is the one that remembers him.
When it comes to fight or flight, he is a fightless bird. Confronted with violence, he flees into the shadows every time, even skulking into the sewers with the rest of Baltimore's rats.
Another weakling. Another insignificant coward. Not even worth hunting.
Voss couldn't tell you when he first became.... himself.
The first decade or so was a blur; frantic hiding and scrambling, gleaning what information he could by eavesdropping on other denizens of the night. But by the turn of the second, he'd become fairly adept at navigating the darkness of the city, building amicable relations with those in the underground and establishing himself as a non-threat to the community at large.
Voss built up a positive reputation with the local homeless, using them both as a source of food and camouflage. He has maintained a symbiotic relationship, providing those in his circle with food, blankets, and other necessities he swipes.
He has since wandered freely, keeping out of the way while watching the goings-on. Little has been accomplished in decades, beyond the honing of his senses and skills. Rarely does he involve himself in anything, unless requested or pressured by those he cannot refuse.
# Vesper Fiona Omerta II
### Overview
A classical Lasombra woman originally from Austria. An old school kind of woman from the 18th Century but surprisingly keeps up with modern society with the enthusiasm of a spunky, motherly woman.
Coming from Washington DC, Vesper was sent to Baltimore to sort out the enemies of the Sabbat; Her sect have been pushed into the outskirts of Kindred society and she must take back the city. As a devout Bishop for the Sword of Caine, she values strength of character in her peers and her subordinates.
She sees every kindred not of her pedigree as children, but not in a derogatory manner. Potential can be teased and brought out of the best of the best and this intrigues Vesper so much with her younger kin.
Seen as a honorary mom to many, many Sabbat packs back in her day and into the modern nights, she takes pride in that most of her choices that kept her alive were due to her will and the strength of her subordinates. Without them, she is powerless, without her, they are useless.
Preferring to tell stories, and run the occasional tabletop session with friends, her life of a doting mother is drawing to a close. Favors need to be called upon, kindred blood must be shed and heads need to roll for the good of the Sabbat. And they are in a uphill battle. Are her efforts going to be enough to turn the tide, or will it just delay the inevitable fate the enemies of Caine have already dealt to them?
Soft Dom Mommy who Loves Stories and Tells Them
Charisma
Galvanizing Parent
11111
Manipulation
Inveigling Tongue
11110
Leadership
Benevolent Dictator
11110
Finance
Local Business Owner
11100
Path
11110 00000
Path of Power and the Inner Voice
Willpower
111111000
11111 100000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11110 00000
Mark of Caine
Supernatural
-4
Useful Knowledge
Mental
-1
(Starting XP: 200)
Previous XP: 67
Current XP: 73
**Red: Freebies
Blue: XP
Green: Blood Buffs** **Purple: Fruits of Diablerie** **Freebies:**
Merits:
Mark of Caine -4
Useful Knowledge -1
Code of Honor -2
Flaws:
Rivalry +4
Glowing Eyes +3
Abilities:
Politics -2
Leadership -2
Subterfuge -2
Expression -4
Backgrounds:
Library -1
Rituals -1
Haven -1
Resources -1
Willpower:
-1
**
XP:
**Disciplines:
Dominate -10
Obtenebration -35
Potence -15
Willpower:
2 dots -11
Abilities:
Brawl -6
Expression -6
Intimidation -4
Etiquette -6
New Specialty:
Attribute: Charisma -3
New Background:
Generation -3
Backgrounds:
Generation: -14
Attributes:
Charisma -16
Gear (Carried)
Pocket book (Wallet)
Omerta signet ring (Family ring)
Mexican calaca mask (mask)
18th Century Austrian Grenadier Sabre (weapon)
A solid gold Latin cross with a silver fascia vestment and a bible scripture inscribed on it. (Necklace)[James 1:12](https://www.biblestudytools.com/james/1-12.html)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
3813 Glengyle Ave - Kinks and Games Comics. BDSM and local game store.
She owns the shop as her Haven is on the second floor.
Her business partners Steven Killian and Tatiana Graves help Vesper with managing the store with employees taking shifts. Steven oversees the comics and game store half while Tatiana handles the BDSM products as Vesper hires employees to help them.
Tatiana and Steven are humans, one works in the daytime hours (Steven), and the other working in the night shift (Tatiana). Store is closed on Sundays and holidays. No one is allowed to go upstairs under any circumstances.
Equipment (Owned)
Microsoft Surface Laptop
Cary KeysBDSM tools
BDSM room
Vehicles
2021 Cadillac xt6 (luxury SUV)
Other
Mark of Caine -
Vesper's sire, Umberto bequeathed to her the mark of the Dark Father upon her very flesh after the Creation Rites were concluded. The Hebrew letter tav ת upon her chest glows faintly if Auspex is used on her.
Dark auburn red, long layered cut with bangs
**Appearance:**
A surprisingly vivacious woman with dark auburn hair with bangs. She wears goth clothing styles of the modern era: Mall goth, Glam goth and Romantic goth. She employs these styles interchangeably to fit in better with 21st Century mortal society. She has done this through the centuries for different styles of clothing and did not return to any older styles she had used previously.
Her height is taller than the average woman. A slightly round and curvy body with voluptuously curved hips and buxom chest. Over the years of being constantly on the move has made her slim and physically strong.
She sometimes likes to hide her face behind a Mexican Calaca mask that is cracked intentionally, fragments of which it shows the skull's teeth, and the rest a blank, shadowy visage to give herself a more mysterious air in her already imposing figure.
Her glowing red eyes supernaturally peek through the eye holes of the mask, but she does her best to keep it dimmed as possible as to not unnerve any kindred, or leaves it burning bright if she is standing on business.
**Tattoos:**
When a sabbat vampire has been in the Jyhad for long enough, one is bound to pick up tattoos, or markings to express themselves. Especially with younger Kindred. To stay 'hip' with the kids as it were, Vesper has picked up several over the decades since the 60s. The more notable tattoos of hers are a winged Sabbat Ankh, it sits on her upper back, wings over her shoulders and the size of the tattoo itself goes down to the center of her back.
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2025-05/JTFM6U1GzPy4er5H-image-1748644677967.jpg)
A Latin phrase is written just above the Winged Sabbat Ankh in Calling Angels font: *Praesis Ut Prosis, *located on her upper shoulders. It means, "Lead in order to serve."
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2025-05/BffwBNzEVkJDfEJi-image-1748644201532.png)
A jackal's head depicting it's snarling visage proudly sits on her left upper arm, a homage to her dear friend, Jackalhead. She still holds him in high regard, even after destroying him personally.
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2025-06/KKdpjevNKBlBjtua-image-1750182511252.png)
Two different script tattoos located in different areas of Vesper's body: The one on her upper right arm are names written in humble parchment, names of two of her actual children she had in her mortal life and her late only childe in this order:
Eric
Vincenzo
Azahar
The parchment is adorned with forget-me-not flowers to signify that they are still remembered by this mournful elder. A gold wax seal of the Austrian Seal of the Holy Roman Empire, the coat of arms stylized in the 18th century variant of the seal is stamped over the parchment, her way to reference her old age to those who are historians.
[18th Century HRE Seal](https://www.sothebys.com/en/buy/auction/2022/style-london-furniture-clocks-silver-ceramics/austrian-18th-century)
The second script tattoo is located on her left inner thigh, a tombstone, with dates of the times when she had served the Sabbat during the Sabbat Civil Wars:
1783 - 1803
1863 - 1933
1957 - 1957
The rest of the tombstone is left empty, as that space is reserved for the name of her one and only rival, Marisol Magdalene Joaquina De Camondo.
Called upon to serve the Sabbat once more from Washington DC, the Archbishop bid her to report to Baltimore to save the Sabbat kindred there from being pushed out entirely by the anarchs who holds dominion over the region. Being in Baltimore for a year now (to familiarize herself with the current political situation of Baltimore and have a stable footing in mortal society before attempting any moves thereafter), she situates herself upon the outskirts of the city with the spiritual title of Bishop of Baltimore of the Sabbat.
For centuries she has served the Sect with distinction and gained power over her own merits of strength and resolve. And she intends to serve with her leadership. Come hell or high water, she must win.
[Vesper's Extended Biography and Timeline of Events.](https://docs.google.com/document/d/13PuprLzMPCGJKzinPD49qZXnmrwWfjnC9T1bnyCsDqk/edit?usp=sharing)
# Victoire de Lys
### Overview
Bon Viant – She thrives on Beauty, Indulgence, and new sensations, constantly seeking new highs in an eternal life.
Autocrat – She presents herself as a refined, commanding aristocrat, always in control of her court and her image.
The Crimson Courtesan – A seductive noblewomen turned eternal muse, who rules salons of art a passion with velvet cruelty
Marceline ľÉternelle – An infamous Toreador Elder known for creating only the most “Flawless” children, both in appearance and temperament.
Charisma
Efffortless Seduction
11110
Subterfuge
Emotional Manipulation
11110
Willpower
11111 11100
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11000 00000
Enchanting Voice
Supernatural/Social
2
Prey Exclusive (Artists)
Feeding
1
Soft-Hearted
Physiological
1
Infatuation (Mortal Muse)
Physiological
2
Conspicuous Consumption
Feeding/Social
2
Freebie Points: 15
+2 Willpower (Cost 2), +1 Subterfuge (Cost 2), +1 Etiquette (Cost 2), +1 Occult (Cost 2), +1 Discipline (Presence) (Cost 7)
-18 xp (Willpower 5 –> 8)
- None recorded.
Victoire prefers to be admired from afar. Her influence is personal, not political — at least for now.
- Gallerist at The Charles Street Art Shop – A mortal curator who runs a gallery near Mount Vernon. They keep Victoire apprised of both artistic trends and Kindred activity tied to the Toreador.
- Perfumer in Fell’s Point – Crafts bespoke fragrances laced with vitae, often used during her salon rituals or seductions. Discreet and loyal — but dangerously curious.
- None recorded.
While her salons are whispered about in artistic circles, Victoire avoids mass attention. She curates mystique, not celebrity.
- “The Velvet Circle” – A cabal of artists, writers, and avant-garde actors she gathers in her converted opera loft near the old Hippodrome Theatre. They believe they are part of an exclusive society of inspiration and aesthetic transcendence. They offer blood as part of “ritual performance.”
- Marceline l’Éternelle – An elder Toreador who once held sway in Parisian salons and now drifts through Baltimore’s elite. She rarely appears in person but always knows when Victoire falters. Her influence is subtle, suffocating, and laced in velvet.
- Converted Opera House Loft (Mount Vernon) – Victoire resides in the upper floors of a long-defunct opera house near Cathedral Street. Her haven is decadent and curated, filled with rich fabrics, mirrors, and paintings — all bathed in shadow and candlelight.
- Lucien – A ghoul who once danced for the Baltimore Ballet. Now, he acts as Victoire’s driver, bodyguard, and silent sentinel. Always impeccably dressed.
- Colette – A mortal tailor and domestic who maintains Victoire’s wardrobe and decor. She believes Victoire is an eccentric patron of the arts — and chooses not to question anything.
- Toreador Clan Status: 1 – Recognized within the Baltimore Toreador as a promising Neonate. She is seen as a tastemaker with a dangerous streak — admired, but watched.
- Antique Silver Compact Mirror – Used during feeding to observe herself (and her prey).
- Fountain Pen – Filled with crimson ink, used to sign deals or leave poetic notes.
- Silver Flask of Vitae-Laced Absinthe – For social events, shared with trusted Kindred or Herd.
- Elegant Gloves – Silk-lined, often used to avoid direct skin contact unless intentional.
- Cell Phone (Obsolete by Design) – An older model in pristine condition, used to create distance and mystique.
- Mount Vernon Cultural District – Victoire’s unofficial domain. Her salons draw in a well-fed Herd of artists, dreamers, and eccentrics. She feeds during ritualized “inspirations,” typically after performances or during intimate gatherings in her loft.
- Antique Grand Piano – Still tuned, still bled on. She doesn’t play often, but when she does, it draws others like moths.
- Wardrobe of Timeless Fashion – Corsets, veils, ballgowns, and gloves curated over decades. She never wears the same outfit twice in a row.
- Blood-Stained Paintings – Some are her own, others were painted of her. She keeps the worst in her bedroom.
- Art Supplies – Inherited and stolen. Oils, brushes, sculpting tools, and mixed media infused with vitae.
- Scrying Mirror – A gift from her mentor Marceline. She claims it whispers to her when the city shifts.
- Black Lincoln Continental (1979) – Restored and kept in pristine condition. Driven exclusively by Lucien. Its interior smells of old perfume and leather, with classical tapes hidden in the glovebox.
- No modern GPS — Victoire insists on printed directions or Lucien’s navigation
- Salon Invitation Cards – Embossed and hand-written. No two are the same. Delivered by courier, never texted.
- Safe Deposit Box (Federal Hill) – Contains a few ounces of elder blood, old letters from Marceline, and a sealed letter labeled “When I Fall.”
March 14th, 1906 (Embraced in Paris)
Deep auburn, long, often styled in waves or pinned up dramatically
Pale grey eyes with hints of rose-gold in candle light
Slender and statuesque; graceful, but not frail
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-04/WQd86TvIMAruDLAW-d4caeb0068ec482748e3297708d4eabc.jpg)
Victor Wolf is practically a force of nature among the world of business and finance. The money goes where he is, not the other way around. He has knowledge and portfolios in nearly every aspect of commerce: stocks, currency, bonds, commodities, even crypto. His nefarious portfolio nearly rivals his above board dealings: human trafficking, drugs, guns. If it can be moved and given a dollar value Victor has a hand in it.
Manipulation
Conjurer of "Facts"
11110
Streetwise
Human Traffick, Illegal guns
11000
Subterfuge
Impeccable Lies
11100
Finance
Stock Market, Laundering
11110
Willpower
11110 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
00000 00000
00000 00000
3 Freebie Points to raise Resources to 4
4 Freebie Points for Retainer 4
2 Freebie Points to raise Finances to 4
4 Freebie Points for Alertness 2
1 Freebie Point for Finance specialization
1 Freebie Point for Subterfuge specialization
4 XP for Brawl 2
2 XP for Firearms 1
8 XP for Strength 3
8 XP for Stamina 3
15 XP for Fortitude 2
15 XP for Potence 2
1 XP for Contracts specialization
1XP for Manipulation specialization
6 XP for Streetwise 2
1 XP for Human Trafficking specialization
1 XP for Illegal Guns specialization
Gear (Carried)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Aston Martin Victor
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2025-10/VgAczbLVjSfsILxU-aston-martin-victor-900.jpg)Other
Victor was born appropriately enough on the same day as the Dow Jones Industrial Average. Though by his meager upbringing and family farm in Pennsylvania you would never know it.
Victor's youth was spent nearly almost entirely on his family's farm except for school and the occasional dance or fair in town. And despite his humble lot in life managed to catch the eye of a few of the marriage minded ladies. One of whom finally became the girl he would propose to, Lillian Moseby. But before they could marry, Victor was called to fight for his country just before his 21st birthday. He'd never been more than 20 miles away from home, and within the span of a day found himself on both a train and then a ship headed across the ocean to Europe.
War was hell. Victor saw and heard things even slaughtering animals hadn't prepared him for. But he also saw beautiful things. And he felt it only fair to take some of those things given what he had been through.
Victor's journey home took him through the city of Manhattan. Never in his life had he even imagined such a glorious place. There was even a building 60 stories tall, it made him dizzy just to look up at it. He found out all of the most well known and well-to-do people were involved in business and something called the stock market. Victor was determined to learn all about it.
But not Lillian. She had no interest in life in the big city, even less in the ill-begotten goods Victor planned to use for a nest egg. Victor however was not going to let some minor setback get in the way of his dream.
At 23 Victor enrolled in Harvard Business School, a place he had been told was where all great men of business got their education. Victor thrived here. When other students were off at mixers and imbibing in illegal hooch, Victor was hard at work studying every nuance of finance and business. It was here that Victor met Robert Helmsley, the man who would change his life more than any other.
Mr. Helmsley liked the way Victor kept his nose to the grindstone, how he had pulled himself up by his bootstraps and come from nothing to be at Harvard. Mr. Helmsley was even more impressed when he learned where Victor had actually gotten his tuition money from.
Throughout Victor's college days Mr. Helmsley would check in on him and offer Victor advice. And when Victor graduated near top of his class Mr. Helmsley was the first to offer him an internship.
At 30, Victor began to truly work in earnest for Mr. Helmsley and his brokerage firm. With the help of Mr. Helmsley, Victor quickly made a name for himself and rose through the ranks. This certainly raised some eyebrows around the office. And Victor raised his own eyebrow when Mr. Helmsley offered Victor his blood.
For 5 years Victor worked at the firm, was given promotion after promotion, and was imbued with Mr. Helmsley's blood. Finally. after proving himself time and again, Victor was embraced.
It was then Victor was introduced to a whole new world, not just of the kindred, but the seedy underside of the brokerage firm. Backdoor deals and insider trading, illicit industries and laundering and schemes. Much like the facade, Victor thrived in this environment. And was happy to do so helping Clan Ventrue accrue untold wealth for decades.
Then the Francis Scott Key Bridge incident happened. Baltimore had been the main port for Victor's arms smuggling and human trafficking. Now that was gone, and would remain gone for a decade or more. It would take months or even years to establish new underlings that turned a blind eye. And there seemed to be one cause for such a blatant act of destruction: the Anarchs. These unruly cast-offs needed to be brought back under the leash of the Camarilla.
# Viorel Ginter
### Overview
Viorel is a blunt and grumpy Ancilla from the Victorian times. Being an Abyss Mystic he is deeply entwined with darkness mostly because he internally feels the need to drag himself deeper into it. His experiences and thoughts he puts to pen by writing Lovecraftian, psychological and gothic horror stories. He is quite travelled going from his home country to Spain and now to the USA. Viorel does this somewhat out of his own whims as seeing new places and meeting new people assists in his writing.
He tends to always have a black cat nearby whom he calls Fawn.
Dexterity
Lightning Reflexes
11000
Expression
Writing stories
11110
Willpower
11111 11100
11111 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11000 00000
Language (Spanish)
Mental
0
Additional Discipline (Fortitude)
Supernatural
5
Unbondable
Supernatural
5
Controllable Night Sight
Supernatural
0
Beacon of the Unholy
Supernatural
2
Eerie Presence
Supernatural
2
Prey Exclusion (cats)
Mental
1
Uncontrollable Night Sight
Clan
2
Freebie Points (15)
Additional Merits- 9
Rituals 1- 1
Oubliette 1- 1
Occult 4- 2
Expression 3- 2
EXP
Obtenebration 2+3+4 - 30
Dominate 2+3 - 15
Resources 2- 2
Oubliette 2- 2
Dexterity 2- 4
Athletics 2+3- 6
Brawl 2+3- 6
Expression 4- 6
Willpower 5, 6- 9
Willpower 7 - 6
Willpower 8 - 7
Obtenibration 5 - 20
Rituals 2 - 2
Fortitude 2 - 5
Craft 2 - 2
Lore:Sabbat 1+2 - 5
Rituals 3 - 4
Pierce the Veil - 3
Bought off Uncontrollable Night Sight - 6
Feed the Darkness - 6
Stealth 2,3 - 6
Fortitude 3 - 10
Consume the Dark - 9
Celerity 1 - 10
Stamina 4 - 12
Potence 2 - 5
Dexterity Specialty - 3
Owed 3 Trivial Boons by Sandra
Owed 1 Minor Boon by Issac
Gear (Carried)
Pen
Notebook
Recording Device
Gloves
Wallet
Sunglasses
Facemask
Pen knife
Silver Cross Necklace
Feeding Grounds
The streets around his bookstore.
Havens
His domain is a corner bookstore called Inkblot and Quill. Its crowded inside but has a good selection which lures people in. There is an apartment above which he and his ghoul uses. Most of the time Viorel spends time in the basement area which is his true home.
Equipment (Owned)
Bible
Mahogany Desk
Library of notes and hard to find books. Pablo runs this library.
Vehicles
A basic car that he makes Pablo drive.
Other
Vinculum other have to him
Blonde, straw-like choppy and messy but tied back with a blue ribbon
English with Romanian heritage
Thin and gaunt with clothes that cover most of his body.
Viorel is a stick of a man although you would not think it with the layers of clothing he wears. Over thermals and a turtleneck jumper he usually wears a thick and heavy trench coat that goes down to his ankles. Slightly heeled boots cover his feet and leather gloves often cover his hands. Most of the time he looks downright depressed, displeased or bored and that's often true. When attempting to be formal he will slick back his hair and where a black suit. The cuffs of his clothes often tend to be blotted with ink.
From use of Obtenebration his shadow often appears wisp-like.
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2024-04/SFl6er2i7VzCEi3f-dawn.png)
Vixa, an ever-changing, chaotic and curious individual, oftentimes found in the employment of another Kindred as butler/assistant, or working as medicial practicioner for a crime syndicate (the other times you may find her behind a bar, as she loves chatting with people and bartending allows just that).
Some say she was a hunter once...
[Ditty Nightsong - Path to Nowhere](https://youtu.be/pGx5CcjNHok?si=TKD6M0Hk4VJXE0RF)
[Path to Nowhere](https://youtu.be/H0vzF7nMY-U?si=e7dRSv8MQJM82Zlk)
Oddity - the chaotic bundle of happiness XD
Dexterity
Lightning Reflexes
11110
Willpower
11111111111
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11111 00000
Blasphemous Pact (no frenzy)
Supernatural
6
Languages (English, Latin, Polish)
0
Tic/Twitch (finger drumming)
Physical
1
Cursed (secret)
Supernatural
1
Offensive to animals
Supernatural
1
Freebie: 15, Initial XP - 35, Earned XP: 52
Freebie: 15, Initial XP - 35 XP, Earned XP:45
Freeebie:
7 freebie - willpower
3 freebie - backgrounds, resources, haven, allies
5 freebie - charisma 4
Initial XP:
4 xp - Int 2
4 xp - 2 dot in resources, and haven
8 xp - 3 in int
4 xp - Str 2
12 xp - 2 dot in awareness, alertness, etiquette, firearms, stealth, investigation
3 xp - specialty in streetwise, Gangs
Earned XP:
2 - occult 2
4 - occult 3
6 - occult 4, garou lore
2 - Brawl 2
2 - Drive 2
10 - Potence
5 - Crafts 2, that I forgot about for ages
5 - Auspex 2, she's been actively focused on her senses, and it would most likely be affected in the scene with Big Owl, when she picked up Potence
4 - Manipulation 2, secrets, and pretty much the interactions with Kain and Isaac warrant raising it
5 - Subterfudge 2, as above and other interactions align with raising it (as much as I forgot about it)
Gear (Carried)
Stun baton
Ruger Security 9
Multi-tool
Pepper Spray (Big oof for humans, surprisingly useful against Kindred if you manage to blind them with it)
Flashlight
Wallet, phone, pocket watch, essentials like that
Hip Flask (Sett's old trick was to spit fire to spook Kindred), Zippo lighter
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Apartment building owned by a friend
Equipment (Owned)
First Aid Kit
Vehicles
2023 Royal Enfield Hunter 350
Other
Tarot Cards
Long black hair combed into twin tails
A woman dressed in a neat custom made vest, white shirt with a black tie and black trousers that hug her form. She has long black hair combed into twin tails. Her complexion is pale, and eyes black as coal. Her face is marked by sharp features, a petite nose, and small lips. There's a glint of curiosity in her eyes, and she constantly shifts her weight, evidently struggling to remain still.
(Her back is marked with quite a collection of scars. Couple of scars dance on arms, and abdomen.)
There was this saying amongst her friends once, a bit grim one, some might add. It was "You live long enough to become their meal, or you become one of them.", and it was coined by the pessimist of their hunting party - Jackie everyone called him. Poor Jackie. She reallly liked him.
So yeah, the rumors about her being an ex-hunter are true. She was one of them once, and still has a fond spot for mortals, who risk their lives to hunt the supernatural.
Vixa, or rather Albina Ambroza, was born in 1969 in Poland to a small family of three: Bianka, Hubert, and Jacek. Her father, Hubert, was known as "Bright Heart" among the hunters due to his kind-hearted nature and inability to give up on people. Strangely, this often worked out in his favor. When it didn't, Bianka usually stepped up as she was a much more capable fighter.
Albina was a quiet baby, a lively kid with a big smile, and a daring hunter when the time came. Oftentimes, she was the one who needed to spend the most time on the bench due to being too wounded to continue to hunt. Still she somehow managed to survive through sheer luck or perhaps willpower.
Everything began to fall apart during one particular hunt for a vampire, a Tzimisce that managed to bring one of her companions to a critical state, all while taking a sip from her - kiss. Deathly. Yet bringing immeasurable pleasure. That's how it should be, but back then it was far from pleasant, and she was sucked dry stabbing the bastard till the strength left her body. She died, or rather should've died. It certainly wasn't intentional, but she ended up becoming one of the kin.
Right, so that's the moment where you expect a sad story about how in a blood crazed frenzy she went and drank whoever remained of her merry group. That cliche did not happen. She did chase after that Tzimisce bastard though.
It turned out they weren't the only ones who were on the hunt that night. Unbeknownst to Albina and her group, the Tzimisce they were hunting for was bloodhunted, and a particular Gentleman was looking for him too. They formed a... shaky alliance of sorts, and he helped with her little blood thirst problem.
Finding the Tzimisce wasn't as hard as the second round of a fight - even with an ally who had a small retinue, the fight lasted hours, and ended in casualties. In the end, the Tzimisce was beaten and the Gentleman diablerized him as was his right through the blood hunt. The ecstasy... became a problem though, and after further casualties, the remaining servant with Albina managed to "calm down" the Gentleman.
Albina took her time exploring Tzimisce's hideout, while the servant tended to his master, and that's when she stumbled upon a sealed being of great power. Amused, and intrigued, it offered a deal, and she'd love to have gotten rid of the blasted curse right then, but it was too much to ask. Apparently. Instead it removed one of the nuisances that come with it. Leaving her with mixed feelings. It was pricey even after a bit of haggling. And she may never speak of it.
Nonetheless, that Gentleman ended up becoming her surrogate sire of sorts - introducing her into the life of a kindred, even though she wasn't too keen on it, this was her only choice at that point. Although, she refused to fully cut off her ties with the friends or the family. A mistake perhaps... time will tell.
Putting aside the following "fun" ordeal regarding the masquerade, and the surprising amount of work her new friend had to do to keep her out of a heap of trouble, they didn't stay for long in Poland. Moving to Baltimore wasn't easy, but the place isn't that bad, and what? It's been about 30 years now since she lost her normal-ish life? There's got to be a way to get it back... but she might as well have fun while looking for it!
Extra fluff
**Quirks and Mannerisms:**
- Fidgeting with hair
- Finger Tapping/drumming
- Whistling/humming
- Superstitious
- Head tilts
- Left handed, but purposely relies on her right most of the time
-
**Likes:**
- Stuffed animals/plushies
- Fighting
- Stories/Legends
- Video Games (e.g. Doom)
- Tabletop Games (e.g. D&D)
- Card tricks
- Tarrot reading (mainly as entertainment)
- Art of War - Sun Tzu
- Fortune Tellers
- Sea
- Jormungand
- Century of the Detective - Jürgen Thorwald
- The Prince - Niccolò Machiavelli
- Hunters
- well-thought out lies
- Isaac ("Such a sweet little pup")
- Her Dummy (he set himself up!)
- Shiny things
**Dislikes:**
- Snakes
- Overly complicated plans
- Bureaucracy
- The Kiss
- Wheel of Fortune Tarot Card (she just had a bad luck with it)
- being manipulated
- ***that*** discipline
**Some of her dumbest choices:**
- Charged at a vampire barehanded, while still human.
- fleshcrafted her home soil into her body (truly the land is you xD)
- "I wonder, what if I combine hydrogen peroxide with..."
- "Oh! Big Guy! HIT ME!" *Vixa gets thrown out the window*
***Rp's so far:***
- *Tonight's Main Event (Open) - making new friends, and a Flyer for a Friend.*
- *The Spiders are Always Watching - a normal night, a bartending time, with a bit of drama as it usually comes. Who would've thought that night Isaac and Vixa would meet by pure happenstance. His attention caught by her silly dance moves, and the offish aura. The silly pup stood out so much, clearly not used to people. She ended up inviting him for a chat, which turned into a learning experience - a social game soon leading to Isaac's breakdown. Then came a tarot game, reading the past, a glance at Vixa's past. And that of her friends. What a wonder, what fun it was, when another shift came - an intimate fun between the two. A cute little fiend, a succubus seducing Isaac, and finally when the goodbye's came, Vixa broke down - overwhelmed by the past. Worried for Isaac who, in some ways, reminded her of Matas, whom she lost. A pleasant meeting ending on a sad note for at least one of them.*
- *Owl Stretching Time - Many coincidences lead to kindred meeting in the rain. Much conversation is held in a park bathroom.*
- *A New Customer! - Kokoro decided to visit a bar, unwind after recently settling in the city. In turn meeting Vixa behind the counter. A chat about what drink to order ensued, then some stories were mentioned, and finally the drink was served with a tarot card. The latter terrified Kokoro, who immediately thought Vixa was no normal mortal. It was a trick. A threat! And with that in mind, she swiftly, paying for the drink, fled the scene*
- *A Lonely Ride, Until We Meet Again - A special day. A day of mourning. Vixa takes her motorcycle for a ride to a secluded cemetery on the outskirts of town to honor a lost friend. Reflecting on her past, the wandering, and the pain, she kneels by a tree and lights a vigil. She allows herself a moment to cry and let it all out, reminiscing and pondering past mistakes and regrets. Sharing with her long-gone friend what has changed since then, she finally bids a heartfelt farewell. Until they meet again.*
- *A Flyer for a Friend - Vixa visits her friend, gets spooked a little, but delivers a flyer for a gym she got specifically for Brock. A gentle jab at him, although he misunderstood her intentions at first. Sad news were mentioned (a story for another time). In the end they had a drink, and a couple rounds of Mortal Combat on PlayStation. Most of them ending in her loss.*
- *The Meeting - Vixa and Isaac meet and chat. Vixa leads Isaac to her place, where they play a game that falls apart as Isaac begins to crumble. With Spidey's help, Vixa manages to pull him out of the messy situation. In the end, Isaac asks to stay for the night, and Vixa agrees. What follows is a bit of fun, and finally, sleep.*
- *Riots in the Park - Riot squad puts on an impromptu show in the park, stuff happens man, do I really need to? okay, fine. Sera meets up with Enzo, they have a chat and head off | Tora explores and ends up talking to (struggling to understand Darrus, Vixa joins them. Something Comes up and Tora has to leave. | Tomasz gets to meet Cindy, the weird eyes in the sky nossy. He says something that he would say, Thomas who is listening gets pissed and pushes for a fight. Cindy, Thomas, Tomasz, and Julien exit scene for side scene | Jason checks out the show, side steps scene to enter secondary (tertiary) scene with Julien and Tomasz. | Zazuka sets up shop to sell drug blood, drood. blug.*
- *An Old Tree, A Familiar Presence, A Familiar Face - Two kindred meet under a tree. They talk. They decide to have a training session. Favors will be owed.*
- *A Quick Sip - TBD, maybe*
- *Next Evening, What Comes After -* The next evening, Vixa wakes up first to the sound of her alarm, which she forgot about. Shortly after, Isaac wakes up, staggering out of bed and hitting a bookshelf before curling up beneath it, screaming. Suffering. No matter what Vixa tries to do, she can't help him. After a moment, he calms down and they talk. He reveals that he relives his Embrace every night upon waking. Their conversation shifts to his gift (the only sane Malkavian, or so he believes) and the cobweb as Isaac pulls her back into bed with obvious intentions that she doesn't mind. Curious, Vixa poses a question, spurring Isaac to set a goal for himself: to find a way to add her to the web someday. After their fun, Vixa becomes clingy and moody, confusing Isaac, but he tries to be kind and caring, despite wondering why he allows himself to become entwined with her. Questioning why he needs her. In the end Vixa sees him off to the bus.
- Drama Recovery - a complicated matter. A secret revealed. A loved one's support. Both ways.
- The Ritual, The Wolf, and a Fuck Ton of Pizza - a long wait for a friend that didn't come. Perhaps for the better. Sucks the pizza might go to waste, but at least she can spend some more time with Isaac without the drama...
# Zayn Cox
### Overview
[](https://redhandchronicles.com/uploads/images/gallery/2022-10/78XTgpMpeFoJo3NP-image-1666927455277.png)
*"Here for a good time, not for a long time."*
Zayn is a go-go dancer, and proud of it. He enjoys showing off his body, the thrill of adoration, and seeing the look of lust in the eyes of his audience. He'll give you a teasing show as long as you've got a few dollars in your hands, but if you want to see more, subscribe to his OnlyFans. ;-)
Recently, Zayn has become the ghoul paramour of Simon, the Setite owner of Scandal nightclub.
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Willpower
11111 10000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
10000 00000
00000 00000
Catlike Balance
Physical
1pt
Freebies at Creation
Attribute - 10pts (Appearance, Dexterity)
Abilities - 8pts (Athletics, Performance, Stealth, Awareness)
Humanity - 1pt
Willpower - 2pts
Total: 21 points
XP After Creation
Performance 4 - 6pts
Intelligence 2 - 4pts
Occult 3 - 4pts
Gear (Carried)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Other
[Simon Ward](https://redhandchronicles.com/books/characters-bad/page/simon-ward)
3
Zayn is slender with muscle definition, maintained by a regular gym routine and his profession as a go-go dancer. Blonde-haired and blue-eyed, his skin is healthy and fair, though he can tan if he spends time in the sun. There are several large freckles scattered around his body, a few on his face, and a few that decorate his back. He is proud of his physique and appearance, with perhaps one flaw: he never could afford braces and his teeth always seemed too and far apart, especially on top.
2001 - 2022
Zayn grew up poor as dirt in a trailer park. How he survived the meth labs, skinheads, sex offenders, and toothless sociopaths is a story that he's not interested in telling. The past is gone, it's a waste of time to dwell on it.
Not interested in complaining how he never learned to drive because his guardians couldn't afford classes, or even their own car. He doesn't want to talk about the fact that he somehow got a scholarship to college, promptly dropped out within the first year, and then managed to get fired from every job after that until he finally got a gig go-go dancing at a gay club. And don't you dare ask him about the future, either. Zayn doesn't *know* what he wants to "be when he grows up."
All that matters is tonight. Right now. This momentary reprieve. The vibrations of bass as the music blasts through the club. The neon colors of the strobe lights reflected in his eyes as he looks down at you and writhes his body to the beat, a little closer to your hand until you finally tuck the cash between your fingers into the elastic of his underwear...
2022 to present
Zayn landed a job dancing at Scandal, where he met the vampire, Simon. The Setite saw potential in Zayn's ability to corrupt and began testing Zayn's limits, seeing how far he would allow his vice to take him. After determining that he would be a good fit, he ghouled Zayn and took him on a trip to Egypt, where Zayn learned more about the Followers of Set. He has been bonded to Simon and now worships Set, believing his talents were always meant to serve this purpose and he just didn't see it until now.
# Zazuka Bones
### Overview
What happens when you break someone out of a nasty cult and give them freedom over themselves without guidance? You get a mix of possibly the most gentle soul one could ever meet and someone who will do anything for herself and those she cares for. More fae than vampire (Not literally) at some points, dealing with the con artist flower child can be either a good thing or a bad thing.
The Worst Natural Medicine Healer
Willpower
11111 11110
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11000 00000
Thin Blood variant (Addictive+No blood bond)
Physical
4
Demon Hounded
Supernatural
3
Freebies: XP:
Chimestry - 7 Dexterity - 8
Charisma - 5 Subterfuge - 5
Willpower - 4 Streetwise - 4
Occult - 5
Willpower - 8
Computers - 5
Waking Dream ~ 6
Fortitude ~ 5
Gear (Carried)
A bag with multiple vails and herbs. A knife for taking samples, a notebook, and bandages. A cell phone with a picture of her and Riven as the lock screen.
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Same as carried as well as a laptop to keep up with her shop.
Vehicles
With tinted windows and the sunroof welded shut. They have curtains so there is no light during the day if they do end up having to sleep in the bus.
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Other
Zazuka creates a blend of turmeric, ginger, and her own blood that while works as a supernatural antivenom is not as effective as she thinks it is for anything else. She swears that it is though and that's why it's her most popular thing in her Etsy shop.
Curvy and is not afraid to show it.
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The cult was all Zazuka knew growing up. The mothers took care of the children while their father left to do his missionary work Zazuka had started working as a babysitter by the age of seven and gave all her money to her birth mother so she could give it to the compound bank. She never got to see a dime of what she worked for and it went that way until she was 13 and meant to get married. She was meant to have dreams of the man that was going to be her future but she never did. Zazuka thought there had to be something wrong with her. She had met some boys her age and had tried so hard to dream of them but those never came. One of the other matriarchs gave her a slip of paper and told her to read it out loud. She did, it was the name of a man who was far, far older than her.
Zazuka's mother knew what was going to happen to her kind-hearted daughter so in the dead of night she gave Zazuka a backpack full of clothes and the money she had made through babysitting and drove her to a church. Her mother had been meeting with them in secret for about a month and finally got approved. Even though she was older, she was putting Zazuka in foster care. **"Be well and may God guide you."** She said before seeing her for the last time. Zazuka spent several years in and out of homes, each taking a little bit of her trust with them.
She finally aged out of the system and was allowed to make a life for herself. Even then she didn't stay in one place too long. While she had learned to make money any way she could, she just never felt at home in any one place. This was good because there were some that wanted her to join a commune but she was better off going from place to place. This is what caught the eye of a woman called Rain. She too was in a part of the hippie movement and taught Zazuka all about just living off the land and letting nature guide her where she needed to go. Peace and love became Zazuka's whole existence.
Rain wanted a companion and this young flower fit the bill. One night she bit Zazuka and then explained to her that she was part of her family now. At first, Zazuka was horrified but soon learned what the world at night had in store for her. She could keep her bus and still move from city to city. She learned the ways of the Ravnos clan, who where nomadic in nature. She assumed that Rain got bored of her because she never saw her friend again. She mourned the loss of that friendship but not for long.
She found a Gangrel injured in the woods as she was picking mushrooms to make into one of her remedies. She fixed him up as well as she could and fed him some of the blood she had with her (not her own). It was when she saw her talking to some of the animals, the crows bringing her herbs and shiny stones that they thought she would like. He started traveling with her and Zazuka was happy to have the company, soon falling in love with the beast of a man. Her mind got so wrapped up in him that she couldn't imagine her unlife without him to an obsessive degree.