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 ===== Primogen =====
 ==== Gangrel Primogen: William  ====
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+**Clan/Bloodline:** Gangrel
+**Gen:** 9th
+**Allegiance:** Camarilla - Primogen (Old Guard, dislikes Jane's leadership but accepts her results)
+**Apparent Age:** 46
+**Hair color:** Brown
+**Eye color:** Blue
+**Merits:** Inoffensive to Animals
+**Flaws:** Member of the pack (Falcons)
+**Background:** William participated in the American Civil War, lived to see its conclusion, and then was pulled away from the mortal coil one winter day when he was out hunting with his falcon.
+In unlife William quickly came to understand his strengths. He preferred to solve problems from a distance, both to gain a greater perspective of the larger picture, and to avoid putting himself in immediate danger. He excelled at heightening his falconry skills with vitae, and took up an interest in law and cartography to keep his mind occupied at night. He wanted to help guide kindred and his country on its proper path. The one he fought for back in the early 1860s. A path enshrined in law for kindred and kine.
+He quickly developed a knack for using lofty idealism and his desire to rise through the Camarilla ranks to help him gain the support of other Gangrel, especially during the Battle of New York, but in recent nights his supporters are few. He was assigned to be the Gangrel Primogen before Jane took power. He keeps himself useful by providing her with insight into laws and the best way to bend local city ordinance so that the Camarilla continue to prosper.
+He seems to greatly dislike the Ahrimane presence in the city and is often antagonistic to Rose and her clan whenever they are present at any Camarilla functions.
 ==== Malkavian Primogen: Samatha  ====
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 at drawing crowds and persuading (and intimidating!) targets, Alexi is well suited to learning what she wants to know. Her cutting insults are rivaled only by her sister's, and most kindred outside the council try to avoid her attention; lest they become one of her favored targets.
 ===== Officers =====
+==== Door Keeper: Aunt Jeanine  ====
+**Clan/Bloodline:** Malkavian
+**Gen:** 9th
+**Allegience:** Camarilla
+**Age:** 300
+**Apparent Age:** 31
+**Hair color:** Red
+**Eye color:** Blue
+**Merits:**
+**Flaws:** Inert blood
+**Background**: Everyone who has ever been to Elysium knows Aunt Jeanine's face. The mothering, friendly, slightly cryptic door keeper for the Camarilla, she always seems to be present, and always at the door. She has held that post since Jane took control of the sect, and has never said so much as a word about ever leaving. Furthermore, it is such an unenviable job, that no one seems to wish to try to take it from her. Quite a bit overweight, with thick glasses and short-cropped curly hair, there is nothing intimidating about this woman, but perhaps because of that, even the most surly of elders tolerate her doting nature. The few that don't soon find themselves unwelcome in Elysium.
+Born in America to a large farming family with little interest in the politics of independence at that time, she watched the world grow up around her with the same wonder as a child. She married a nearby boy, and they started a farm close to her parents' own, and everyone was happy, and all she wanted was a large family of her own to raise. She loved children. She wanted so many children that they could start their own town if they wished. It would be so wonderful to be surrounded by so much love. She just didn't understand why she wasn't conceiving. It couldn't be something wrong with her, with how much she loved and wanted children. It must have been something wrong with her husband. He wasn't trying hard enough, or didn't want them bad enough. Maybe he was cheating? She shouldn't get a divorce, of course. That wasn't what happy families did. It would be much better if he had simply never existed. Then she could find a proper husband, and not some lazy son of a bitch impotent farmer.
+A Malkavian found her drowning her husband in the cow's trough water. So moved was he by her passion that he embraced her on the spot. Though she never was able to have her own children, she did adopt many lucky lost souls. Few lasted more than a couple years, but they were all blessed with her unconditional love.
 ==== Immigration Officer: Marius  ====
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 By appearance, he was a compact, clearcut man in his early 40s, with precise, sharp features, medium length, ragged graying black hair, and unusually cold blue eyes. He had a look of sternness and silent superiority around him, a common trait among the Ventrue, but it was quite prominent in his demeanor.
-==== Door Keeper: Aunt Jeanine  ====
+==== Sheriff: Amalia Giovanni ====
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+**Sire:** Antonio Giovanni
+**Clan/Bloodline:** Hecata (Giovanni)
+**Gen:** 10th
+**Allegiance:** Camarilla
+**Age:** 112
+**Apparent Age:** 36
+**Hair color:** Blonde
+**Eye color:** Black
+**Merits:** Unbondable, Daredevil, Bruiser
+**Flaws:** Clan Enmity (Giovanni), Obvious Predator, Sire's Resentment, Eerie Presence, One Eye
+**Road:** Path of Bones
+**Background**: A shrewd businesswoman and talented fighter, Amalia was welcomed into the Family with open arms. However, she saw an opportunity for greater power and influence among the Camarilla of New York, disgracing her name and sire in the family's eyes as she turned coat to the Tower. Now she acts as Jane's Marshal, handing out contracts and bounties and keeping the law within Manhattan. She makes it known that any Kindred seeking to earn the favor of the Council, or simply make some money, should come to her and do some dirty work. After all, what's unlife without a little turbulence?
 ===== Tremere:  =====
 ==== Librarian: Sarah Rodgers ====
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 With an entirely professional attitude, a critical eye and the rules at the front of her mind, Miss Rodgers takes care of the Chantry Library with an iron fist. Even the Regent needs to follow the rules of the library and a sinister purple glow to her eyes often marks the impending punishment of a rule-breaker.
-==== Naomi:  ====
+==== Naomi Collins ====
-==== Obadiah: ====
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+**Sire:** Lara Ryan
+**Clan/Bloodline:** Tremere
+**Gen:** '10th'
+**Allegiance:** 'The Pyramid'
+**Age:** 212
+**Apparent Age:** 24
+**Hair color:** Black
+**Eye color:** Red
+**Merits:** Outside Haven, Iron Will, Blush of Health, Enchanting Voice, Harmless, ???, ???, ???
+**Flaws:** Deep Sleeper, Sire's Resentment, Beacon of the Unholy, ???, ???,
+**Background**: Naomi is a relatively new addition to the staff of the New York Chantry, having been sent over from Chicago a mere five years ago to help the local Regent with the tutoring of new Apprentices. She doesn't talk much about her past in Chicago, only ever mentioning her sire being partial reason for why she left. Nonetheless she is a bright spirit, rather unusual for a Pyramid Tremere, though the Regent knows to use her sunny demeanour to draw in fresh Apprentices and keep them close to the clan.
+She is often seen in the library, the common hall and near the quarters, helping out wherever she can and over time has become somewhat of a 'maid-of-all-work'. When an Apprentice needs help with research or figuring out the last piece of the puzzle to advance their thaumaturgical expertise, it is usually Naomi who they turn to. She doesn't seem to mind all this though and while she is definitely not the one the Regent turns to for the ... darker... services that need doing for the good of the Pyramid, she at least keeps the atmosphere in the Chantry from becoming much more gloomy.
+==== Obadiah West ====
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+**Sire:** Edward Caldwell
+**Clan/Bloodline:** Tremere
+**Gen:** 8th
+**Allegiance:** Himself, The Pyramid
+**Age:** 283
+**Apparent Age:** 42
+**Hair color:** Black/Gray
+**Eye color:** Gold
+**Merits:** Outside Haven, Iron Will, Long-Term Planning, Elysium Regular, Natural Leader, Occult Library
+**Flaws:** Arcane Curse (Golden Eyes), Enemy, Touch of Frost
+**Background**: Obadiah West, a kindred that could have fit well in the Clan of Kings... Hailing from the American upper class and part of a long-lived and wealthy family of land owners dating back to the early days of American colonisation, Obadiah thinks himself a leader by default. His embrace into Clan Tremere did nothing to change his mortal attitude, though in favour of attaining the powers of Thaumaturgy, his ego and enterprising nature has been dampened slightly. Of course only on the forefront though and over the years he has become a master of manipulating the things in the background, patiently waiting to step out of the shadows to assume the mantle of leadership that was his from the very beginning.
+But no matter how perfect the plan, one can never account for everything. And outside connections a plenty might not stand strong against a single prestigious supporter in the Clan's own ranks. Obadiah had to learn this the hard way as not he succeeded the Regent's seat, but a mere whelp. Outraged by this insolence, the fifth degree Magister began to plot anew. He makes no secret of his opposition, though lets it seem as mere jealousy on purpose... being underestimate after all works in one's favour. And while the Regent is for sure aware of his plotting, to some extent, Obadiah's wealth of knowledge and connections would be missed for the furthering of the Clan, so the two play a secret game of cat and mouse behind veiled smiles. And perhaps at some point the Magister might seek to drop the act and attain what is his at any price necessary...
 ==== Nathaniel Sykes ====
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 Forgotten over the years, even as new Tremere started to populate the New York Chantry, the hulking figure overseeing the entrance hall was thought to be but a statue, a reminder of past sins and glory. But when one fateful night the current Regent of the Chantry spoke to a German contact via phone in said hall... for the first time in many years the statue moved and spoke: "Wie kann ich ihnen dienen... Meister...
 ===== Nosferatu: =====
-==== Liezel  ====
+==== Liezel Rowley ====
-==== Will  ====
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+**Clan/Bloodline:** Nosferatu
+**Gen:** 9th
+**Allegience:** Camarilla
+**Age:** 18
+**Apparent Age:** 147
+**Hair color:** None
+**Eye color:** Brown
+**Merits:** Bruiser
+**Flaws:** Disease Carrier, Infectious Bite
+**Background**: Liezel rose up out of the grimy, dark streets of 19th century England. She grew up with nothing, and survived first by theivery, then by prostitution, in a violent and disease ridden part of town. Her barely concealed angerwas what kept her alive, but it was also what drove her mad. By just 18, she was carrying diseases and plagued by insanity. She killed a man, a client, over payment, and that was enough to drive her out of what life she had left. She lived like an animal, but survived where many would have given up and died. It was in the alleys and sewers that she was found by the Nosferatu. What impressed her Sire was not her guile or intelligence, but her ferocity, the desperation with which she snatched any scrap of power she could over others. She was embraced as much to see what she might do with that power as she was for any worthiness.
+Though there was safety and comfort in the underground of the Nosferatu, she frightened many even older than she, and fit in perfectly in a society where none could be trusted. She was a predator and a killer. The wise knew where to direct her cold rage, and the foolish attempted to interfere. When she made enemies with an elder, it threatened to throw the city into war. She wasn't nearly as powerful, but her stubborn will to survive made her impossible to root out. They finally decided the best course of action was to send her to a different city, and her allies convinced her that New York would be suitable home.
+She found understanding in the Primogen of the city, and quickly became an enforcer of their will. She lacked all subtlty, but was effective when diplomacy failed. Although she has a dominating personality, she can be surprisingly witty and engaging. That she can turn on someone without the slightest provocation is what makes her dangerous. This force of personality has, despite her hideous appearance, managed to seduce more than one person, leaving a trail of rather old strains of STD's in her wake.
+==== Will Ward ====
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+**Clan/Bloodline:** Nosferatu
+**Gen:** 10th
+**Allegience:** Camarilla
+**Age:** 44
+**Apparent Age:** 70
+**Hair color:** None
+**Eye color:** Black
+**Merits:** Computer Aptitude, Calm Heart
+**Flaws:** Glowing Eyes
+**Background**: Will Ward was born in California, the eldest son of a large, immigrant family. He grew up poor, but with a strict upbringing, found success academically. He put hmiself through university, and found a job as one of the first programmers. He made a name for himself with his intelligence and skill, but was a quiet, gentle man, who had little interest in climbing the corporate ranks. He had few friends, but was close to those, and was married in a similarly quiet, unassuming fashion. By his 30's, he was well respected, and had his pick of jobs, but it was in the early 90's that he received an offer he could not refuse, the chance to work on a new kind of online system. It was a private network for a private organization of which he new little, but the chance to work on such an innovative project was too much to resist. He worked with co-workers he never met, and many of the demands were indecipherable, but he did his job happily.
+It was at the end of the project that they made a second offer that was unavoidable for different reasons entirely. The Nosferatu had decided he knew too much, but rather than kill him, they chose to embrace him, and bring his talent into the clan. With the promise of ever more complex projects, Will accepted the offer. It was not as difficult for him as it was for many others. He cared little for appearances, and other than drinking blood, was allowed to do what he loved. He set up a home in the underground, and has been a source of stability for many of the other Nosferatu ever since. He is a man of few words, but enjoys anything technology related, and has many friends from the younger generations because of it.
 ===== Gangrel: =====
 ==== Jezebelle  ====
+**Sire:** Jane (Adopted)
+**Clan/Bloodline:** Gangrel
+**Gen:** 11th
+**Allegiance:** Camarilla (Jane, displeased with Camarilla elsewhere)
+**Apparent Age:** 24
+**Hair color:** Brown/Red/White
+**Eye color:** Red
+**Merits:** Long Fingers, Daredevil
+**Flaws:** Disfigured, Vulnerability to Silver
+**Background:** Embraced in 1923, Jezebelle has long been a fixture of New York, even if no one cares to remember her. She stepped out from her former Sire's shadow to lead a small but ferocious coterie of Gangrel against the Sabbat invasion of New York. Jezebelle tore out the throats of more Sabbat than some Kindred saw over the course of the battle. She was instrumental in spearheading Camarilla guerrilla strategies; leading Sabbat packs into ambush or attacking them from their flanks as other Kindred played at being bait.
+Jezebelle participated in the Bronx raid on the defending Sabbat, and the final blow that drove them out of the Bronx and Manhattan, all the way back to Staten Island. However, she was not rewarded for her efforts as many of her allies stepped over her to make a name for themselves. That was until Jane came along. Jezebelle quickly grew enamored with Jane, and helped her with her extensive knowledge of the area. As a reward Jezebelle holds on to a sizable portion of  #van-cortlandt-park  for the Camarilla.
+Years of fighting and frenzy have taken their toll on Jezebelle, and she has acquired several permanent characteristics of a weasel. Her fingers are long and look as if they have extra knuckles on them. Her nose is short and blunt but very acute, and her eyes have the red glint of a predator under the moonlight. Patches of red and brown fur grow out of her body, seemingly at random. She hides most of this with baggy clothes and hoodies, pretending to be a homeless woman that frequents the park.
 ===== Unknown =====
 ==== The Pythia ====
+**Clan/Bloodline:** ?
+**Gen:** ?
+**Allegience:** Independent(allies with the Camarilla)
+**Age:** ?
+**Apparent Age:** ?
+**Hair color:** White
+**Eye color:** Blue
+**Background**: No one knows where The Pythia came from, what her name is, or what she wants. She arrived in New York just after Jane took control of the Camarilla, and after a brief private meeting between her, Jane, and Samantha, she was given exactly what she asked for: a small shop on the Promenade from which to work. She became a fixture of the marketplace, as one of the few in the upscale area to not be beholden to the Giovanni, who, after prying a bit too far into her affairs many years ago, have never done so since. She can sometimes be found the the Fountain, buying small trinkets for strangers, but almost no one sees her leave or enter the building itself. To most, she is a kindly old woman who is a bit difficult to understand, and prohibitively expensive to speak with professionally. To those who go to seek her help, however, she is universally revered, and sometimes feared. Jane is known to see her from time to time, but she never goes herself to Elysium. Anais refuses to go anywhere near the small store. It is rumored that she has a vast collection of things with seemingly little to no connection to each other that are stored in a magical, hidden space. If one offers her something she is seeking, she will gladly give her services for free. Unfortunately, what these things are seems to change day to day.
 ===== Player Characters =====
-==== Charles "Charlie" Ritz ====
+==== Cassius Alexander ====
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-**Clan/Bloodline:** Tremere
+**Sire:** Antonius Belmont
+**Clan/Bloodline:** Followers of Set
+**Gen:** 12th
+**Allegiance:** Independent (Camarilla)
+**Age:** Born sometime in the great depression, Cassius is around ninety years old.
+**Apparent Age:** He appears to be in his early twenties.
+**Hair color:** His hair, on the sides, is dyed red; being dyed white on top. Naturally, he's blonde.
+**Eye color:** His eyes are a dull grey, and always seem to be slightly bloodshot.
+**Merits:** Addictive blood, enchanting voice, blush of health, inoffensive to animals, unbondable, and deceptively eating.
+**Road:** Path of Typhon
+**Background:**
-**Gen:** 11th
+Cassius was born sometime during the great depression- The exact year isn't known, and he isn't one to speak of his past often.
+He was born in America, though claims his parents were immigrants from Europe.
+At the age of eighteen, he met his future sire, Antonius, and was introduced to the ideas of the followers of Set, the vampire readying him for the embrace.
+Cassius enjoyed the luxury that being with Antonius brought, and gladly went along with being embraced, slipping into the role of a Setite with ease afterwards.
+The two had settled in Los Angeles, Antonius having a few businesses around- And many plans for the future, trusting Cassius with all of them, allowing the man to help him as he wished.
+In the eighties, Antonius passed on quite a bit of money to Cassius, before leaving to Chicago, leaving his childe to do as he pleased.
+And for a few years, he simply stayed in LA, occasionally taking in a fledgling or two that'd been abandoned by their sire, gently guiding them into the hands of Set.
+Recently, he's decided to come to New York for unknown reasons; writing a fairly polite letter to the prince beforehand, introducing himself, his sire, and his intentions- Simply to help, and get to explore the city.
+==== Caitiff ====
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+**Sire:** Unknown
+**Clan/Bloodline:** Caitiff
+**Gen:** 13th
+**Allegiance:** Camarilla, Anastasia Blanc, the Blanc Family
+**Age:** 20
+**Apparent Age:** 20
+**Hair color:** Black, died red tips
+**Eye color:** Silver
+**Merits:** Enchanting Voice, Master of the Masquerade, Blush of Health, Eat Food
+**Flaws:** New Kid, Amnesiac, Infertile Vitae, Weak-Willed
+**Road:** Humanity
+**Background:** No one is quite sure exactly where she came from, and certainly no one is leaping at the chance to admit they Sired a mutt without permission. After being found by the Camarilla and briefed on her existence, she was passed off to Anastasia, the Toreador's rivals hoping the Caitiff would prove an annoyance and distraction for the woman. However, Anastasia seems oblivious to the intent, and has treated the Caitiff decently well, if being unknowingly patronizing and demeaning... almost all the time. She was put to work as an assistant to the family, doing minor menial tasks for them and caring for the house. It's a meager existence, but she understands that it is better than the alternatives, and accepts it as the way things are.
+==== Pluto Hawthorne ====
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+**Clan/Bloodline:** Malkavian
+**Gen:** 13th
 **Allegience:** Camarilla
-**Age:** 105
+**Age:** 19
-**Apparent Age:** 20s
+**Apparent Age:** 19
 **Hair color:** Black
-**Eye color:** Blue
+**Eye color:** A dull green
-**Merits:** Eat Food, Healing Touch, Ambidextrous, Blush of Health
+**Merits:**
-**Flaws:** Prey Exclusion, Dark Secret
+**Flaws:**
-**Background**: In Life: Born and raised in New Jersey, Charles Ritz was always a nobody. Born to a poor family in a more suburban area, he knew that he had to get out and see the world. It didn't take very long for him to be drafted into World War 1, where he met his closest friend, Onyx. while gunned down on the streets of Italy, him and Onyx managed to take out a sniper, but not before they were peppered with shots and left for dead. Luckily a 'kind' Tremere just so happened to be by, and made them childes together. From brothers in arms, to brothers in death, they wrecked havoc in World War 2, where they parted ways. They kept in contact for some time, until Onyx went off the radar, leaving Charlie alone to be absorbed by the Camarilla.
+**Tenets:** Nature is innocent; do no harm to animals. Senseless killing is for beasts; murder only in self defense. The Embrace is a gift, though one people should be weary of accepting; never embrace someone without explicit permission.
-When California started to go up in flames, literally, Charlie knew he needed to get out. when nearly all of the Pyramid left, so did Charlie. Always having had worked in the shadows worked to his benefit when he made his leave to New York. Calling Onyx along the way, in hopes his old best friend could do SOMETHING in Los Angeles, he fled into the night in shame, to face whatever Tremere awaited him in New York, and even more hopeful he wouldn't simply meet his final death when he got there.
+**Background**: Some people are born with fate against them, struggling to go a day without having the world totally against them.
-==== Vinnie ====
+Pluto, as long as he can remember, was one of those people.
+He never knew his father, and his mother was only sixteen when she had him; working two jobs just to keep a roof over their head, struggling to make ends meet.
+It was a hard life, but Pluto loved his mother, usually helping out by mowing lawns in their small neighborhood, or walking dogs. Occasionally making enough to afford takeout, or a new book.
+Everything was as good as it could be for awhile. Rent was never late, their roof never leaked, and when he turned fourteen, Pluto's mom had gotten him a cat.
+Like the teenager, she was a tiny thing, having been through her own rough days. Messy black fur, and a missing eye, she was far from perfect. But she was theirs, she was family. Pluto had decided to name her Nyx.
+But, as always, things weren't good forever.
+Just a few weeks after his birthday, Pluto's mother had gotten into a car accident, and passed away shortly after.
+Not having any relatives that would take him in, the boy was placed into foster care; Nyx being the only thing he had left.
+It was rough, bouncing from place to place, and at the age of seventeen, he finally ran away, sick to death of his current foster family, Pluto wanted nothing more than freedom.
+To him, being homeless wasn't the worst thing in the world. Travelling where he wanted, occasionally doing odd jobs to make cash. Pluto was content with his life, content with the only thing he cared about being Nyx.
+More often than not, he'd stay in forests or camp grounds, having a tent he'd stolen for shelter. Usually people didn't question some teenager camping out for the night, and occasionally, he'd get invited to cook-outs by families. Those were the good days, where sometimes they'd give him leftovers that could last a few nights.
+At nineteen, everything changed.
+It was the night of his birthday, Pluto having rented a small, cheap hotel room to celebrate- He'd gone to a corner store to see if they had any cake slices, leaving Nyx in the safety of the room.
+Vaguely, he was aware of being followed, of the quiet mumblings of the stranger behind him, but Pluto wasn't worried, hand on the pocket knife he always had in his hoodie.
+Thankfully, the person had turned down some alleyway, and Pluto got to the store safely; even getting his cake, as planned.
+The walk home wasn't as simple, though.
+He'd been yanked into the very alleyway that the stranger had gone down, and everything from there was a blur; Pluto only vaguely aware of the stranger biting him, before things went black.
+When the ravenette awoke, it was to a string of apologies, someone kneeling over him, a strange liquid dripping into his mouth- It was coming from their hand.
+It was blood. How disgusting.
+After another few moments, Pluto felt himself being picked up, before things went black again.
+He awoke in his hotel room, Nyx right beside him. And at first, Pluto assumed it was all some weird dream, until spotting the half-smashed cake on his table, and a hastily written note.
+It was mostly scribbles, slightly unreadable, but he eventually deciphered it.
+The letter recounted exactly what had happened, how hungry the stranger had been, how they didn't mean to drain him.
+And finally, how they'd embraced him, apologizing over and over for what had happened.
+Next to the letter was a few twenty dollar bills as well, and Pluto was vaguely aware that it'd be enough to cover rooming for a week, probably.
+Though confused, Pluto would have a place to stay while he figured out what exactly to do, at least.
+==== Leah O’Shae, Liath aes Sidhe, Lillian Barrow (Legal/Public alias) ====
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+**Sire:** Lady Katherine Planteghast, Valeria Wynter (Adoptive)
+**Clan/Bloodline:** Venture, Planteghast Bloodline
+**Gen:** 8th
+**Allegiance:** Valeria Wynter, Venture, Camarilla
+**Road:** Humanity
+**Age:** 254
+**Apparent Age:** 30
+**Hair color:** Salt and pepper
+**Eye color:** Deep green
+**Merits:** Blush of Health, Eat Food, Huge Size, Code of Honor, Iron Will, Language (Celtic, Hindi), Primogen Friendship, Rep
+**Flaws:** Haunted, Repulsive to Animals, Cursed, Ragged Bite
+**Tenets:**
+- I loyaly serve those who are loyal to me
+- Those who are worthy to rule are worthy of my respect, the rest have to earn it
+- I won’t take any action that would harm my allies, but I don’t care if anyone else gets hurt
+Liath aes Sídhe was born to an indentured farming family who worked a tract of land just outside of Kilkenny. Her mortal life was a constant struggle of her whole family to eke out a subsistence under the rule of the English landowners who held the lease to their farm. Years of loss and hardship ended in violence when, in 1798, Liath and her older brother Liam joined the Irish Rebellion in hopes of overthrowing British rule. This ended disastrously, for the whole country but especially for Liath when Liam was killed in battle and she was taken by a loyalist militia force. However, rather than being murdered or imprisoned she somehow wound up in the clutches of Lady Katherine Planteghast, a particularly cruel Venture. She turned Liath against her will, and then used a combination of blood bond, domination, and torture to turn Liath into an obedient slave knight. This was a method Lady Planteghast had mastered and used on other Childer to make a few particularly deadly servants.
+Laith and her fellow knights saw the most use in India, fighting Ravanos and Aasimite resistance to company rule and crushing mortal rebellion as needed. This continued for years until Katherine Planteghast began dealing with Valeria Wynter, a Venture who had considerable interest in ending company rule of India so that formal British rule could begin. The two engaged in social combat as the Venture of India were split between Royalist and Company, but as the tide began to shift towards the Royalist Rule Valeria made her move. She broke the blood bonds Katherine had so meticulously forged and allowed the five Planteghast Childer Knights to brutally murder Katherine. However, they didn’t stop there, four of the Knights began to devour their Sire in some sort of vicious perversion of Diablerie. Perhaps it was a consequence of the conditioning Lady Planteghast had subjected them to, but whatever it was the Knights who partook were cursed with a hunger for flesh. The other Knights scattered, but Liath remained and prostrated herself before Valeria, pledging her service to the one who had saved her. Valeria, seeing the potent mix of Loyalty and brutality, accepted.
+Liath did prove to be both loyal and brutal. She was Valeria’s red right hand in India, assisting with the shift from Company rule to British rule, later hunting down various Kin opposition with great prejudice. Valeria departed from India some time in the 1880’s, she and Liath were in England for the beginning of the first world war but left for America in 1916. There Liath assumed the name Leah O’Shae, which is the name she uses to this day. Now well established as a loyal servant to Valeria, Miss Wynter saw fit to frequently use Leah as a face for social or business opportunities, especially in dealings with kine. The two were certainly loyal to the Camarilla, but with the Tower’s presence weakening already, many of their dealings were done independently. The two made good profit off of the second world war and Valeria was cemented as a pillar of the Venture presence in New York.
+In 1990 Valeria backed Jane Doe in her bid as prince, much to Leah’s despair. By now it was obvious to Leah that Valeria should be the next prince, an opinion that was shared by a good handful of the Camarilla. But Valeria was convinced of Jane, and Leah was loyal to Valeria, so despite open objection Leah was there when the War of Wallstreet began. Leah, Amalia, and Jezebelle distinguished themselves in the front lines of the war, coordinating incredibly well with one another despite Jezebelle’s concerns about the loyalties of the other two. Their tactics and talent in open combat were key in securing the throne for Jane. Leah was horrified by the treaties signed with the Anarchs and Sabbat, but was placated by the return of upper Manhattan to the Camarilla and Valeria’s new position as Primogen. The 90’s and early 00’s were a very fruitful period for the Camarilla, but that didn’t stop Leah from periodically imploring Valeria to consider making moves on Belfort’s throne. Other than that Leah has been busy making deals with the Zannalbane Corporation on Valeria’s behalf and killing anyone Val decides needs killing. Most recently she had been sent to Seattle, supposedly to help with Wynter interests in the area, but more likely as a punishment for killing an Anarch who had been weaseling his way into Manhattan. After a few long years she's finally back in New York.
+==== Raine, Ruhainyya Al-Meggido ====
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+**Sire:** Makeda Aeshur
+**Clan/Bloodline:** Tremere
+**Gen:** 13th
+**Allegiance:** Cult of Babalon, The Pyramid, Camarilla (Mostly)
+**Age:** 42
+**Apparent Age:** 20
+**Hair color:** Mahogany
+**Eye color:** Russet
+**Merits:**  Language (Arabic, Hebrew, Aramaic), Computer Aptitude, Protege, Scholar of Others (Hermetics, Lilians, Setites), Occult Library, Heretical Sympathizer, Useful Knowlege
+**Flaws:**  Cloistered, Bad Sight (Glasses), Beacon of the Unholy, Sympathizer, Permanent Fangs, Tic (Licks her Fangs)
+**Road/Path:** Humanity
+**Tenets:** Seek the Deep Meaning in all Things by Any Means, Measure Kingship in Power and Understanding, Burn No Witch
+**Background**: Born in Palestine outside of Jerusalem on April 16 1979, Ruhainyya Al-Mutwadie had a childhood defined in equal parts by a loving community and an increasing amount of strife in her home country. When the Intifada was called in 1987 her mother was killed and her father Hassan decided to flee Palestine, securing passage to New York City as well as a steady job and a tiny apartment to support his only daughter. Far from home and missing a mother, neither Ruhainyya nor her father had a happy life in New York, despite the safety and stability their new life offered. Hassan slowly lost faith and spiraled into depression as he found himself disconnected from any community in New York. Ruhainyya failed to connect to her American peers, and without proper support, her grief and anxiety bloomed into bitterness and rage that only grew as she aged. All this hatred and angst and powerlessness found an outlet when she discovered the occult, a study she saw as both an escapist power fantasy and as a way to spite god.
+.
+After a couple years spending most evenings studying apocrypha of all kinds at the New York Public library, Ruhainyya began to get more involved with the actual Occult scene in underground New York and on the burgeoning world wide web. It was a community where she felt like she belonged, and it was the most social she had been in years. The people in the scene began to recognize her, and gave her the nickname Raine. As she spent more and more time interacting with other occultists she came across one particularly knowledgeable figure, a woman named Makeda Aeshur. The two bonded over their study of Simiyya, a Sufi-Occult eschatological study that was uncommon even in the scene, and Makeda quickly took on Raine as a student. It was not long before Raine had proven herself a valuable and driven student, and it was not long after that that Makeda revealed herself as a Vampire and embraced her.
+.
+With her embrace Raine was not only inducted into life as a vampire of the Tremere Clan, she was also inducted into the Cult of Babalon, a Demiurge Cult that deifies the Whore of Babylon, who's teachings Makeda had been emphasizing and espousing ever since she had begun teaching her new student. To her disappointment however, Raine learned that the Cult of Mysterion is a dwindling religion that receives little recognition or claim to power within kindred society. Only the Tremere recognize any value in the cults teachings and practices, and even then cult members are largely disregarded amongst the ranks of the Pyramid. Worse, after her embrace Makeda kept Raine largely cloistered, allowing only limited connection to other Tremere for years as Raine underwent rigorous tutelage (and indoctrination) from her sire. Even with that limited access, Raine still proved to be an eager and deft student of the clan's lore and disciplines. She often found herself shunned, especially by vampires of other clans, for her weak blood, abrasive nature, and odd religion, but this was nothing she hadn't dealt with before.
+.
+A few months ago, Makeda announced that she was leaving to study with her Sire, and that she was entrusting the Cult's library and New York operations (which so far consists only of personal study and cleaning the Mithraeum ) to Raine. This was shocking to her, since she had still been on a short leash until this point, but before she could even get her legs under her, Makeda had left. Now Raine spends her days fervently studying the most esoteric of her cults texts and begging for whatever instruction she can receive from the Tremere ancilla. She bears the weight of her whole cult now, and Makeda did not say when she would return...

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