All material included here may not be canonical,and much of it is quite skewed and will be noted as such. If anything here gives you a laugh, a thrill, or a good idea, it's done it's job. Our chronicle story comes, or will shortly come, with a foreword noting key distinctions being drawn between the canonical WoD and the version, after long chats, much editing, and some whole-hearted misunderstandings and reinterpretations, that we wound up playing in.
Morgana DeVries. Also known as Margurite de Navarre, Maria dela Fleur, Yasimine Ortega, and, occasionally, as Mina Prester. Tremere Transitionalist, social chameleon, woman of many faces and several secret pasts.
Luis D'Avnent. If one must have a living shadow, you could do worse. He's been Morgana's most loyal companion and assistant for several centuries now. He hasn't a spark of originality in him, but he tries.
Marcus Verus Annius. Also known as Marc Verus, Marcus Aurelius, Mark of London, and several other names not included here. The Salubri Elder who wasn't supposed to exist, but is undead, well, and living near London. This is due partly to the help and loyalty of his adopted childe, Orpheus D'Avignon.
Tyi-Amonet. Also known as Tuamon and Timonie, as well as by the diminuitive Tyi, despite that being beneath the dignity of a 3000 year old Setite priestess. Becoming fatally bored with darkness, she sought out light and demanded that it explain itself to her. Her Osirian grandchilde may not stand the strain, but he's trying his best.
Liselle, the 800+ year old renegade child Setite/Tal'Ma'Hera swordmaster. Surviving the Children's Crusade was nothing, compared to the next 200 years.
Malachi, the greatest architect the world never knew. Ever wonder what happens to a vampire who makes a habit of drinking from the dead or dying in Medieval Europe? Sometimes, they catch things. Nasty, contagious things. And if you don't want to get killed yourself, or set off a new plague, you hide. Deep, deep underground.
Lylyth, the single most screwed up neonate I ever played. This is what happens when you let a Setite Infernalist raise kidnapped children, in hopes of bending one perfectly to his will and world-view.
Euridice D'Avignon, nee Bowers. Rest in more peace than your tormented widower. She was a vampire for three nights.
Jessica Morgan. Blind seer, lost Salubri, Baali thrall. Heaven have pity on you, for Victor certainly won't.
Michael Smith, who didn't ask for any of this, but is rapidly learning to duck. Morgana never intended for him to be Embraced at all, let alone so young, but he made such a convenient pawn for her superiors. . . .
Moira Alectra. Your childe misses you, but Father Leland thinks you're the Virgin Mary. One of the seven 8th gen Salubri, Moira trotted gladly off this mortal coil a few years back. She left Julian Morgan behind her, dealing with amazing amounts of guilt and confusion. On the other hand, she does seem to show up sometimes. . .
Christian, the Gangrel pack priest. He's very sincere and moral, for a Sabbat vampire.
Ashlyn. Sadistic Tremere antitribuat large. It got even worse after she and the pack Tzmicie fell for each other.
Linet, Lasombra with a sense of humor. (and they said it couldn't be done!) A little, jolly woman who specializes in sneaking into places and leaving with useful things.
Suzannah Walker. Yes, paranoia's a Tremere virtue, but you're taking it a little too far, kiddo. Suzannah is a Spirit Thaumaturge who's mortal studies took off after a layover in Cuba. She wasn't expecting it to become a career, though.
Jester, Shakespearean actor and Malkavian ancillae. He's not actually as old as he looks, but he does keep everyone guessing.
Iris Black, also known as Mystic or Mystic Black. Youngest Toreador in town, and the lead singer for the gothic alternative band, Mystic Black.
Lady Anne, a.k.a The B!t@# Queen. Oldest Toreador (who was) in town. A painter with incredible skill and no creativity. It wasn't too bad, until she started stealing it. . .
Alba DeLaurent. Everyone knows the Toreador like to Embrace beautiful people. Everyone also knows that the Toreador like to Embrace talented people. So what happens when a badly disfigured cripple is the finest violinist you've ever heard? The jury's still out.
Maurice DeLaurent. Alba's father. Alba's Sire. If the rest of his clanmates ever forgive him, he'll have proven a point he holds very dear to his heart.
Angela Peterson, Prince Alexander's ward. She also has the rare distinction of being a Caitiff who knows her lineage, and of sometimes seeing visions.
Asher the Caitiff. World's only librarian who can alphabetize Sanscrit and is under 300. This is what happens when your Embrace doesn't quite take, and your sire's a bad-tempered Nosferatu. He hasn't been out of that library for nearly 20 years now.
Abigale Goode, puritan woman and Nosferatu primogen. The reports of her death have been greatly exaggerated, but the Sabbat's still looking for her head.
Chantille, cut down by crossfire from a Sabbat pack. Your orange bat misses you, but he's looking after your cats.
And for any others I may have forgotten at this time: Thank you all! It's been a great show, with a cast of thousands.
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