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Lulu

## Louise Carmen Lucinda

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Lulu is adventurer pirate captain who often takes dangerous trapper or extermination jobs.

## History

Nothing is currently known about Lulu's past, other than the fact she has possibly been sailing since she was a very small child.

## Appearance

Lulu has long, cotton candy pink hair, usually tied in a high ponytail with a feather. She wears a black blazer with a gold trim over top of a white button-up. She has a skull and crossbones band tied around her left thigh over top of her khaki pants. She wears tall black heeled boots.
Mother Verity

*Take my eyes, take them aside*

*Take my face, and desecrate*

*My arms and legs*

*They get in the way*

*And take my hands, they'll understand*

*Take my heart, pull it apart*

*And take my brain, or what remains*

*And throw it all away*

*Body - Mother Mother*

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The Spiritual Leader of Prime and the Elder set in place by Harold Zettler; Mother Verity is a Prophet of the One True Angel and teaches the Ways to her flock with the Legion serving as her right hand. The Way is True and the Long Nights are coming, where only the righteous whose blood is free of The Corruption will transcend, a homecoming into the hands of the One True Angel.

The Wormwood has Risen! The End is Upon Us! Praise the One True Angel! For the Glory of Our Father!

After the battle against The Returned over *The Milkling Prime Experiment,* some of the Legion and one of the masques of Mother Verity have been lost. Slain in glorious sacrifice in service to the One True Angel. May the Sword and the Father know of their deeds and their enemies fear the retribution alight on swift wings heralding their doom!
Sebastian Giovanni

*Insane, inside the danger gets me high*

*Can't help myself got secrets I can't tell*

*I love the smell of gasoline*

*I light the match to taste the heat*

*I've always liked to play with fire*

*Play With Fire - Sam Tinnesz feat. Yacht Money*

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Sebastian Giovanni, the eldest child of Baldesar Rossellini and Eleonora Giovanni, nephew of Rosaura Rossellini and Ignazio Giovanni, and older brother to Serafina Giovanni; Bastian has been her shadow since before the pair were Embraced. While their actual ages are unknown, Bast and Fi have both mentioned in passing that he is six years her senior, though the age gap that bridges between them seems of no consequence after enough decades. Unlike his sister, Bastian is not touched by death the same way as her and in fact can mingle with human society without too much trouble. Even his accent has long since softened when in comparison to his baby sister and whereas she is consummate control, he is the disarming charm. They were Embraced only a few days apart, albeit under different circumstances after both were held on suspicion of witchcraft, heresy, treason, challenges to authority, scalacious agency, and incest. Crimes that he remarkably didn't commit save often challenging Diego Giovanni's reasonings more often than a ghoul rightly should.

In regards to the Family business, Sebastian serves as Consigliere to his sister and has focused on personally vetting and approving any enforcers and their actions before they're allowed to be made. Always the opposite side of the coin to his sister, Skinlands to Shadowlands and physical capability to necromancy.

During the early days of the Apocalypse when they were still separated from Vic, Charlie, and Dahlia; Sebastian was murdered in front of his sister. His last act was to push her into the Shadowlands before Sebastian met Final Death via decapitation by Sascha Vykos. But thanks to his quick action, he was able to spare her life and give her time to escape.

Due to having his name added to the ritual performed by Becca Whateley, Bastian possesses knowledge of the Apocalypse and the Final Nights firsthand. With time reset to before he asked, Sebastian Giovanni is once more among the living... so to speak.

Whilst investigating Malcolm Pickman the party used the Giovanni haven outside of New Orleans proper to do some research in the Farady Cage. Andi, Ollie, Cyrus, and Nyx were welcolmed to come by whenever, and the various major players in organized crime there for the weekly poker game offered to deal them in should they come by again.

During the Betrayal of *La Rottura di Giuda*; Sebastian and Serafina have sided with the Crepuscolo Giovanni. As such they had no part in the Sacking of Atlanta by Priscus Vykos, Cardinal Polonia, and Inquisitor Vandemar and are dealing with a civil war within their clan. Surprisingly this split was not precisely between the *unico sangue* and *doppio sangue* but between those whom willingly sought out the Sabbat to join their crusade for Caine*,* though the old biases still hold.
Molly

*Well, I said come along my baby, we got chicken in the barn*

*Whose barn? What barn? My barn*

*Come along my baby, really got the bull by the horn*

*We ain't fakin', whole lotta shakin' goin' on*

*Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin On - Jerry Lee Lewis (Wunmi Mosaku & Jurnee Smollett)*

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Not much is known about the changeling Molly beyond her being a contact of Prince Hastings. The most notable things about her are the vintage fashion coupled with her voice never raising above a whisper. It was Molly that informed the Unmoored that the Wisteria Court and all the members thereof disappeared back in 2016 under mysterious circumstances.

The last time Molly was seen was when she used her Skeleton Key treasure when Bedlam rose in her unexpectedly at the worst possible time. Leaving the Unmoored through a door in one of the local hotels and disappearing off to Jakarta through the open passage and locking it behind her back in September 2019.

Through the actions of Andi, Cyrus, Nyx, Oliver, Rosalie, and Serg on the Oil Rig; Molly (whom at the time was glamoured to look like Elizabeth) and the Court of Wisteria were rescued from their torturous and banal Purgatory and the entire damned metal contraption cleansed of the combined taint of Mother Verity, Legion, Pentex and the Sabbat through the machinations of Sascha Vykos. The loss of their leadership and gentry however will lead to further unforeseen circumstances for the Changeling. Though it is definitive that the Returned saved the Court's collective lives and Molly made sure they were aware of just that before leaving with Kit.

It is unknown whether or not Molly recalls the events of the Apocalypse.
The Nights of Revelation

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Gilbert d'Harfleur

*His crown lit up the way as we moved slowly*

*Past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind*

*Though far away, though far away, though far away*

*We're still the same, we're still the same, we're still the same*

*Howling ghosts they reappear*

*In mountains that are stacked with fear*

*But you're a king and I'm a lionheart*

*King and Lionheart - Of Monsters and Men*

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Knight Templar and cousin to Jean-Marc d'Harfleur, Gilbert was destined to become the Baron of Harfleur following in familial custom to pledge himself to serve as a knight where his path crossed with Federico DiPadua before their mutual embraces. Sired by the cruel Lady Justania after he spurned her affections, Gilbert brought his sense of valor and chivalry with him into Kindred society. With his cousin, Federico, and Lilika the four of them sought to protect humanity from the brutality of Cainites before the foundation of the Camarilla where they furthered their cause as the first archons.

A collector of ethical antiquities and artwork, Gilbert continues to this day his connection with the Knights Templar and their organization, acting as mentor to Charlie Van Rensselaer, Whiskey Van Rensselaer, Lovecraft Maldonado, Oliver Bouchard, Silas Barrows, and Byron Valdis.

It is unknown whether or not Gilbert recalls the events of the Apocalypse.

After the trial of Evelynn Hastings; the Justicar Council has stripped her of her title of Prince, declaring Praxis for the minimum of one moon with a replacements of the entire Court of their choosing. Gilbert with the aid of various other archons have taken to trying to help the party as best as they can with the current happenings of the Justicar Council.
Elizabeth Brown

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Asou Chiyo

消える消える温もりが

私の場所をつれて行く

青く刻む刻印を

温い温い風が浚って行く

蝕んで行く記憶の破片

私を塞ぐピアスが足りない

忘れてしまうぼやけてしまう

貴方の声が雑踏に消える

*Koe - Tsukiko Amano*

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The Dragonfly Priestess has tended the Sea of Trees going back generations; though the title and mantle have been passed down from mentor to student, little is known of the women who have dedicated themselves to this service nor what entirely it entails. Some speak of a time when a local village in the prefecture would send their daughters to a festival where a maiden would be chosen to be sent into the Forest. Other legends speak of a folklorist whose illegitimate daughter had been cursed to tend the shrine hidden in the heart of a cursed place. Still others speak on a small respite on the outskirts on an abandoned road, just this side of the ropes that offers a safe place to stay the night before the sun sets on the shadow of the mountain and the unsettling things that come when the dark stretches it's claws out indefinitely.

Chiyo herself holds little standing in Fera society, caring only for her charge the Forest and those that find themselves within. She has refused dozens that have come to her in the hopes of learning from her and the secrets she tends with the same care she shows the ancient shrine. But they were dismissed with the same soft brush aside as the broom she meticulously sweeps across the path from the Gate every day worn smooth from her geta and years of repetition. It wasn't until Aya found her way to her that Chiyo finally took another under her wing, considering the young fox kit hers. Though even her protege, it can be assumed, does not know the extent of not only the folklore of the shrine but the singular caretaker *miko* that loves it so.

The fate of The Dragonfly Priestess is unknown after the Silver Pack (Kati, Chelsea, Grace, Marlowe, and Sister) and Aya were told by her to leave and investigate the large echo from when the Returned cleansed the old Pentex oil rig in the gulf not only of the Wyrm but the hold Green Dragon had upon it.
Eliot Bouchard

*But isn't that the way they say it goes*

*Well, let's forget all that*

*And give me the number if you can find it*

*So I can call just to tell them I'm fine and to show*

*I've overcome the blow, I've learned to take it well*

*I only wish my words could just convince myself*

*That it just wasn't real but that's not the way it feels*

- *Operator (That's Not the Way It Feels) - Jim Croce*

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Devoted Husband to Mary and Proud Father of Oliver, Eliot Bouchard has always been at his core a family man. He holds himself to strong personal morals and values and was known for being one of the few prosecutors in King County that preferred seeking justice over his own political gain, a holdover from his tenure in his hometown of Hartford, Connecticut. Something not many of his once corrupt coworkers could still claim. And unlike most others in the public eye of his faith, he always leaned towards the lessons of the Bible and not the leanings of the Pope.

Eliot has the reputation of being a compassionate soul unafraid to fight injustice within his field; though rumors circulate that it wasn't simply his distaste towards the flawed institution that caused him to leave his position but some kind of personal family necessity. Regardless, Eliot Bouchard is a gentle albeit occasionally awkward soul in perfect counterbalance to his wife Mary's effortless charm and poise.

It is unknown whether or not Eliot recalls the events of the Apocalypse. During the quarantine and major Masquerade breach at the charity event co-hosted by Cardinal Valdis and Tobias Wren, Eliot and his wife Mary were witness to the toast that infected all those who took part with the Wyrm and the subsequent cleansing of the fire suppression system in the basement boiler room.
The Marzanna

### Name

Marzena, Marena, Morana, Kyselica, Mara, Marukhi, Maržena, Moréna, Mora, Marmora, More, and Kikimora

### AKA

Goddess of Death & Winter, The Fangs of Malkav

*An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg*

*A shot in the heart doesn't make it unbreak*

*She really didn't wanna make it messy*

*She really, really didn't, but the girl gone cray*

*Hayloft II - Mother Mother*

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Goddess of Winter, Mistress of Death, Keeper of Frost and Bringer of Cold. Her effigies are torn apart and drowned every White Sunday in the hopes of bringing Spring but only at the sacrifice of the last to return to the village or the Marzaniok after walking with the Queen. Born of the waters and reborn again.

There is little known of the Malkavian Kindred that goes by this epitaph except that she has been a part of the Camarilla for at least the last three centuries. She is mercurial in mood, erratic in temperament, and volatile though none of the other Justicars wish her replacement, mostly concerned of what the clan would offer up as a tribute in her stead. Oft times it is either Sweet Jenny or Madison, her archons, that act as equal parts her left and right hand respectively and the few binds that keep her chaotic brutality at bay.

It is impossible to know whether or not The Marzanna recalls the events of the Apocalypse.

After the trial of Evelynn Hastings; the Justicar Council has stripped her of her title of Prince, declaring Praxis for the minimum of one moon with a replacements of the entire Court of their choosing. The Marzanna stepped in when Justicar Zagreb attempted to overstep his position and she met out the punishment to Evelynn as was the right of Clan Malkavian since Enoch. Her motivations as always are as fickle and brutal as the winter she presides over.
Anastaz di Zagreb

*So death is coming*

*To purge this town*

*I know your name*

*And I'm gonna hunt you down*

*You can run*

*You can hide*

*You can pray*

*But I'm gonna cut you down*

*Hunt You Down - The Hit House feat. Ruby Friedman*

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Oxford educated and from a wealthy family of privilege, Anastaz set his sights on greatness since his mortal life. An interest in stage magic after watching an act at a local pub led to his eventual membership to the secret society known as the Magic Ring. In 1867 he managed to scare off a vampire feeding on a young woman, a fact that his peers mocked when he returned to tell the tale. Later that night the same vampire revealed himself to the young man and Anastaz cast his life aside to become a Tremere and learn real magic with abandon. He spent a quarter of a century studying in Vienna under the best blood mages of the clan before interacting with Camarillan society as a whole not under the accounting but as the archon to the former Justicar.

He continued to shine as a prodigy with his friendly demeanor and altruistic behavior, and in 1998 Regent Jean St. Frederique put him forward as the candidate for position of Justicar. While he handles his duties with diligence, Anastaz has his eyes set on Montréal.

It is unknown whether or not Anastaz recalls the events of the Apocalypse, though some would argue it would be a safe assumption to make.

After the trial of Evelynn Hastings; the Justicar Council has stripped her of her title of Prince, declaring Praxis for the minimum of one moon with a replacements of the entire Court of their choosing.

As of the Praxis of Prince Ashcroft, Anastaz has taken residence in the New Orleans Chantry and is beginning a Tremere Clanwide Audit. All of the clan are to travel to the Crescent City to present themselves to him within the next sixty days for rededication and restructuring. It is imperative that all clan members due their part to maximize Clan Tremere's assets and in service to their Justicar and Pontifex.
Rosalie Ashwell

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Delilah LaRue

*At first, when I see you cry*

*Yeah, it makes me smile*

*Yeah, it makes me smile*

*At worst, I feel bad for a while*

*But then I just smile*

*I go ahead and smile*

*Smile - Lily Allen*

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Once a tour guide in New Orleans, post her death Delilah refused to accept her mortal fate. Flippant, ditzy, abrasive, nosy; the social media obsessed ghost fixated on the lives of the living whilst lying about her own in a variety of tall tales, never the same twice.

Her motives are unknown, save their selfish ends. What is known is that she became one of The Unmoored, traveling with the ramshackle preternatural party through time before disappearing in 1963 on the University of New Orleans campus.

It was later revealed Delilah was responsible for the kidnapping of Whiskey Van Rensselaer, handing her over to the demon Beleth where she has been his captive now for decades.

Her current whereabouts are unknown at this time.

It is unknown whether or not Delilah recalls the events of the Apocalypse.

Delilah is currently being hunted down by Seraphina, Dahlia, Vic, Charlie, and Byron.

* *Of Note: Delilah was once a player character but after the disciplinary removal of her player from the game, the character transferred to the care of the storyteller. Plot since has followed the only logical conclusion based on the player's actions in game and to better facilitate plot.*
Charlie van Rensselaer

*"Remember what they say.

There's no shortcut to a dreamIt's all blood and sweat

And life is what you manage in between"*

- "October" by Broken Bells

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Charlie van Rensselaer is the current Rex Templar of the Templar Order of the Vatican, making him the leader of the group and a high ranking official of the Roman Catholic sect. He is the twin (older) brother of Whiskey Van Rensselaer. He is bonded through magic and affection to other members of the infamous Coteries: Serafina Giovanni, Dahlia, and Vic Giovanni. Him and his sister are the legal guardians of a ward name Lovecraft Maldonado, a Scribe of the Templar Order of the Vatican. He is a Fallen Demon, and the current (and only historical) host of Kushiel, the General of Lucifer Morningstar.

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National Wildlife Federation

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The **National Wildlife Federation** (the **NWF** for short, also known as the **General Wildlife Federation** from 1936-1938) is the United States' largest conservation organization. The organization has around six million members and supporters. They are well-known for publishing the '**Ranger Rick'** magazine, but they also publish their own magazine, *National Wildlife*, alongside '**Ranger Rick Jr.'**, and '**Ranger Rick Cub'** for younger readers.
Connor St. James

*Scarlet once the color of sweet smelling petals.*

*Now drained from all scent, waiting for the bitter end.*

*With a low and humble bow, You are all mine now.*

*Preserved Roses - Blackbriar*

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Connor St. James is a beloved elder of Clan Toreador. Claiming direct lineage to Rafael de Corazon, the St. James line holds many well-connected and powerful members of the Camarilla; a fact expected of founder's blood as these roses most precious to the sect. Connor maintains a vice group of control both of his person and over the Domain he is responsible for. Strict and brusque to all but his clanmates, Connor's cold demeanor melts to soft almost affection to other *Vanitas*.

Known for being as fair as one can hope an elder Harpy to be, Connor has shown great respect to Prince Hastings. While in formal situations he is the very pinnacle of appropriate gravitas in less formal settings him and Evelynn are usually seen together enjoying the other's wit and company.

Connor first met the party on the night of the coordinated attack against the preternaturals of New Orleans, though linear timeline got a bit befuddled when he and Evelynn made their acquaintance back in 1963.

During the Apocalypse, Connor was staked and taken as a trophy by Beleth displayed in the desecrated church until the Coterie reclaimed his torpored body on the failed rescue mission of Whiskey Van Rensselaer. He was returned and then awoken from his torpor by the actions of the Donna Giovanni, at the cost of a contract to Dahlia with the vague discussion of 'owing at least twice over' for the favors. Once awoken, Connor chose to speak with the Anarch Barons, AK and Az, as the Unmoored and the Coterie headed to Lake Pontchartrain.

With time reset to 2019, Connor does not appear to hold any memory of the Apocalypse but has been informed by the party as to it's occurrence.

After the trial of Evelynn Hastings; the Justicar Council has stripped her of her title of Prince, declaring Praxis for the minimum of one moon with a replacements of the entire Court of their choosing. Because of this Connor's position of Harpy has been stripped of him and while it is known he is imprisoned somewhere in Vienna his exact whereabouts are unknown.

It has since been mentioned by Alastor Howl that Connor has been turned over to his Justicar and that Madame Guil will be holding a trial at the next Toreador Salon to determine what consequences he will face for his failures as well as charges of insubordination against Clan and Camarilla in regards to the actions of two Kindred under his watch; Nyx and the Caitiff once Toreador Rosalie.
Vic Giovanni

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Caine

*Take a look in the mirror*

*And what do you see*

*Do you see it clearer*

*Or are you deceived*

*In what you believe*

'*Cause I'm only human after all*

*You're only human after all*

*Don't put the blame on me*

*Don't put your blame on me*

*Human - Rag'n'Bone Man*

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The Progenitor of all Vampires, Son of Adam; Cursed by God to wander the Earth for the murder of his brother Abel, it is unknown where Caine is or if he slumbers or is awake. All is known is that with the Red Star in the sky, Gehenna is nigh where he shall rule over the world remade in his image.

It is unknown whether or not Caine recalls the events of the Apocalypse.
Legion

*We don't deal with outsiders very well*

*They say newcomers have a certain smell*

*You have trust issues, not to mention*

*They say they can smell your intentions*

*You'll never know the freak show sitting next to you*

*You'll have some weird people sitting next to you*

*You'll think "How did I get here, sitting next to you?"*

*Heathens - Twenty One Pilots*

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The Legion are the Mother Verity's right hand, her Sword, the Acolytes of the One True Angel. They are many, a brood that share all; their face, their disposition, their righteous fury, their cause. They seek to serve, the Many for the Mother, for the Angel. Nothing else matters. Nothing but the Gospel Apocrypha, the Erciyes, the Truth.

The Wormwood has Risen! The End is Upon Us! Praise the One True Angel! For the Glory of Our Father!

After the battle against The Returned over *The Milkling Prime Experiment,* some of the Legion and one of the masques of Mother Verity have been lost. Slain in glorious sacrifice in service to the One True Angel. May the Sword and the Father know of their deeds and their enemies fear the retribution alight on swift wings heralding their doom!
A Dangerous Crossing

**A Dangerous Crossing** is the August 2016 comic of *Ranger Rick*.

## Plot

Ranger Rick, Scarlett, and Boomer are hiking in a wild area Los Angeles, however, Boomer Badger wants to visit Hollywood. Upon hearing a loud roar from the nearby streets, the gang finds a mountain lion running across the road, avoiding passing cars. The mountain lion was later hit by a car, so the gang came closer to investigate. The mountain lion introduces himself as Mikey Mountain Lion, and tells the gang on how his home of the Santa Monica Mountains was converted into a highway. He then tells about how people are building a special bridge just for them. At the end of the comic, Mikey finally finds a new mate at the other edge of the "Mountain Lion Overpass".

## Characters

* Ranger Rick Raccoon
* Scarlett Fox
* Boomer Badger
* Mikey Mountain Lion

## Trivia

### General

* The National Wildlife Federation is helping to raise money for the construction of the mountain lion overpass seen at the end of the story.

### Errors

* In panel 6 of the comic, Scarlett's tail is larger than usual.
* From panel 17 onwards, Mikey Mountain Lion's eyes are smaller.

## References

1. ↑ https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2019/aug/21/los-angeles-wildlife-bridge-mountain-lions
Madame Guil

*You pull me by my hair so I don't go nowhere*

*Tell me you love me, but you treat me like I'm never there*

*You say the cruelest words, and yes, they break my heart*

*'Cause I'm over here working my ass off*

*Why is it so hard to see?*

*If I cut myself, I would bleed*

*I'm just like you, you're like me*

*Imperfect and human are we*

*Show & Tell - Melanie Martinez*

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Merciless with a penchant for finding traitors and criminals with a frightening alacrity and skill, Madame Guil is an ancient creature with the face of a sixteen year old girl. Her mortal history is clouded is mystery helping to rebuild France after the revolution and eventually rising up in the ranks of Kindred society to become the Justicar. Her temper is notorious with a rage akin to a Brujah and she takes great pride in hunting the 'untouchables' of the sect and putting them to death with a joyful brutality.

It is unknown whether or not Madame Guil recalls the events of the Apocalypse.

After the trial of Evelynn Hastings; the Justicar Council has stripped her of her title of Prince, declaring Praxis for the minimum of one moon with a replacements of the entire Court of their choosing. After the unacceptable disrespect from one of her clan, Rosalie Ashwell towards her as Justicar for one but also before the entire assembled Council and witnesses, Madame Guil has taken arrangements as head of the Clan in punishment. What echoes those may have or consequences thereof have yet to be seen; what is currently known however is that Madame Guil as Justicar has stripped Rosalie of Clan Toreador, naming the young kindred as Caitiff and thus no longer protected by clan or clan mates.

It has since been mentioned by Alastor Howl that Connor has been turned over to his Justicar and that Madame Guil will be holding a trial at the next Toreador Salon to determine what consequences he will face for his failures as well as charges of insubordination against Clan and Camarilla in regards to the actions of two Kindred under his watch; Nyx and the Caitiff Rosalie.
FallClan

## Basic Info

Clan: FallClan

Founder: Waterfall/Fallstar

Neighboring Clans: MarshClan to the right and OasisClan to the left

Current Leader: Eelstar

## Territory

FallClan's territory is mostly covered in water. Their camp is on a rocky island with a lot of weeping willows. The rest of their territory is islands, stepping stones, marshes, or water.

#### Camp/Dens

Leader's Den: A cave carved into the base of the Fallstone. The inside is mostly bare, with only the leader's nest and sometime the nest of his or her mate.

Medicine Den: Made of woven reeds, it has several small, round hollows in the ground for herb storage. Medicine cats sleep near the back of the den with sick or injured cats sleeping in the middle.

Warriors Den: Not as well made as the medicine den, the warriors den is made with reeds, willow branches, and smallish rocks.

Apprentices Den: Mostly made of willow branches.

Nursery: Woven from reeds, the nursery is almost as well made as the medicine den, designed to float in the unlikely event of a flood. Queens sometimes like to weave lavender into the walls and their nests.

Elders Den: Made of rock, like the leader's den, with an open top. The top is covered by leaves and woven reeds.
Kit Heartbreaker

### Standing

Leader of the Underground, Ductus of the Nomads (former), Templar to Archbishop Polonia (former), Templar to Archbishop Devareaux, Inquisitor [redacted] (former)

### AKA

[redacted], [redacted], Kit, KitKat, Pet, Heartbreaker, Templar Heartbreaker, Inquisitor Heartbreaker, Mom\*

*There are dogs on the loose, there are snakes in the desert*

*I'm that knife in your boot, girl, I got ya, Girl, I got ya.*

*I'm your number two man in a fight.*

*We are revolutionaries tonight*

*Singing oh, oh-oh-oh, oh Trouble. Trouble.*

*Trouble coming in the dead of night.*

*Trouble making everythin' alright*

*It's in your blood. It's in your bones.*

*You cannot sleep for, You cannot sleep for...*

*Trouble. Trouble. Here Comes Trouble.*

*Trouble - Valerie Broussard*

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Born in May of 1921 in Poland, the woman who one day would be known by the sobriquet Kit Heartbreaker came into the world in a riotous storm. A pattern that would follow her life and subsequent existence after death; the events of her history exist as a smattering of blithe references and clever assumptions of a keen observer. Exuding a sense of calm and stalwart capability, Kit has survived hell and back from being hidden in the anarchs to her illustrious tenure as a member of the Sons and Daughters of Caine all at the heels and demands of her former 'maker' and mentor.

It was during one of her missions down south that Kit's loyalties swayed from everything she had ever known and the Templar abandoned the Cause (the consequences of which she dodges to this day) to take up Sanctuary in New Orleans under Prince Hastings.

In the Apocalypse, Kit functions as not only a leader of the Underground but a local fixer, able to get anyone anything if for a price.

With time reset to 2019, Kit does not appear to hold any memory of the Apocalypse, but has been informed by the party as to portions of it's occurrence.

After The Returned (Andi, Asher, Aya, Cyrus, Nyx, Ollie, Rosalie, and Serg) cleansed the old Pentex oil rig in the gulf not only of the Wyrm but the hold Green Dragon had upon it, Kit helped get the Court of Wisteria and those imprisoned with them back to land using Chimerstry. The same way she got Rosalie out to the rig in the first place.
Sweet Jenny

*I'm no more a sinner than any man here*

*I'm no less a saint than the priest at God's ear*

*But now I am snared they will punish me well*

*With a ladder to Heaven and a rope down to Hell*

*Will there no mercy be for a boy led adrift*

*By the feel of warm lips or the flash of a shift*

Well if he who'd pass judgement knows nothing of lust

Then he who'd pass judgement's no man I would trust

*Heaven and Hell - Let's Play Dead*

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Born September 25th, 1840 Eliza Ann Smith has gone by far too many names and known far too many horrors of the world. The first of five children her formative years were focused on her father's military service and alcohol at an early age became a comfort. While she had a job as a domestic, not even her husband or children could help keep her from her fate; if anything the birth of her son John and the cost of his medical care and the death of her daughter Emily pushed her further to sorrow and drink. And while her separation was mutually agreed upon, Annie took the loss of custody of her remaining daughter to her husband hard. Relocating to Whitechapel was her only option and it was soon thereafter she was informed of her husband's passing on Christmas Day 1886 whilst living in one of the common houses from her brother-in-law. It didn't matter what she attempted for work as nothing was ever stable enough to keep a roof over her head until she became one of the Jennys of the row.

It was sometime after 5:00AM on September 8th, 1888 that Dark Anne Chapman fell victim as the second canonical victims of Jack the Ripper and her life in mortal society came to an end. Were it not for the quick actions of her sire, Annie's story would have simply ended there but like many Malkavians it was on a mortuary table where she was reborn. Jenny of Whitechapel, Sweet Jenny, Mad Jenny; another silken strand of the Cobweb woven into the tapestry of the clan.

Mostly keeping to herself for her formative years as a Kindred it was her connection to her sire Anatole and Lucita that got her on the radar of Camarilla politics. After the diablerie of the last Malkavian Justicar at the fangs of Dr. Viktor Vandemar, The Marzanna ascended to the position and with it chose Jenny as her left hand. In the hopes that perhaps between her and her fellow Archon, Madison Black, the pair could translate the mad brilliance of the goddess of winter.

It is unknown whether or not Jenny recalls the events of the Apocalypse.

After the trial of Evelynn Hastings; the Justicar Council has stripped her of her title of Prince, declaring Praxis for the minimum of one moon with a replacements of the entire Court of their choosing. It is unknown if Sweet Jenny is helping the party with her fellow archons or not.
Jimmy Vegas

*Yeah, I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars*

*On a collision course*

*I am a satellite I'm out of control*

*I am a sex machine ready to reload*

*Like an atom bomb about to*

*Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, explode*

*I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah*

*200 degrees*

*That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit*

*Don't Stop Me Now - Queen*

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What's an Apocalypse to our generation's master of mysticism?
Colleen Cormac

### AKA

McCormac, Mac, Col, Lass, [redacted], [redacted], Darling, Bonnie Girl, Starling, My Sweet Albatross, Little Thing, Whore

*I heard, I heard across the moonlit sea*

*The old voice warning me*

"Beware, beware the Daughter of the Sea"

Beware, beware of me

*Daughter of the Sea - Sharm, Alison M. Sparrow*

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Not much is known of Colleen before her introduction to Camarilla society in 1721. She has served under two of the Camarilla's most prestigious Kindred; both Prince Roger de Camden of Edinburgh and his lover Prince Mithras of Avalon (based in London) until the Second World War when Mithras entered torpor. A fate that most of the Domain suffered that couldn't flee in time or escape Final Death.

Colleen was called to Vienna to serve the Justicar Council directly at the behest of the Red Alastor and in the modern nights acts as a harbinger to Lucinde working in close proximity to Gilbert d'Harfleur and the Lady Izabella de Castille Devereaux, though she is not a recognized archon of the Venture Justicar. She is known for being of few words, coldblooded brutality, and deadly efficiency enacting swift justice to those whom she serves dispense punishment upon and there are whispers that this temperament superseded her Embrace. Vitae merely honed this warrior into impossibly more.

It is unknown whether or not Colleen recalls the events of the Apocalypse.

After the trial of Evelynn Hastings by the Justicar Council, Colleen was sent to the Domain of New Orleans in the interim to serve the Court and the Camarilla.

After the Sacking of Atlanta by Priscus Vykos, Cardinal Polonia, and Inquisitor Vandemar; the ruling from the Camarilla came down that the Anarchs would be charged with cleaning up the mess and reclaiming the city, if they wished to maintain their independence after all, they would need to be in compliance with the stipulations founded during the Convention of Thorns. Both Az and AK agreed to lead the vanguard with Jeanette Voerman. The only Camarilla aid came in the form of Prince Ashcroft of New Orleans, his Sheriff Colleen Cormac, and his Seneschal Elyas Lazar. The Returned consisted of Andi, Aya, Cyrus, Nyx, Ollie, Rosalie and Serg also came to the aid of Atlanta taking on a Vozhd that had found it's way to the Aquarium after fighting their way through three different types of reanimated and infectious dead.
Beleth

*My honey I know, I know...*

*With the dawn that you will be gone.*

*But tonight you belong to me.*

*Just to little old me...*

*Tonight You Belong to Me - Patience & Prudence*

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In demonology, **Beleth**, also spelled **Bilet**, **Bileth**, **Byleth**, or **Bilith**, is a king of Hell who has eighty-five legions of demons under his command. He rides a pale horse, and a variety of music is heard before him, according to most authors on demonology and the most known grimoires.

According to *Pseudomonarchia Daemonum*, Noah's son Ham was the first in invoking him after the flood, and wrote a book on mathematics with his help.

When appearing, he looks fierce in order to frighten the conjurer or to see if he is courageous. The conjurer must be brave, and holding a hazel wand in his hand must draw a triangle by striking towards the south, east, and upwards, then commanding Beleth into it by means of some conjurations.

The *Dictionnaire Infernal* states that to summon Beleth, the person should hold a silver ring on the middle finger of the left hand against his face, to pay respect to Beleth's rank as king.

In New Orleans Beleth seems to have had a hand in shaping and corrupting the city since the late 19th century. The dancing cat spying upon the girls at the Ursine Convent and having some kind of bond with both the Mother Superior and Head Priest.

It was Beleth's harbingers, the Dervish Poppets, and their attack on New Orleans in 2019 that the Unmoored became a coterie.

After the Fall, Beleth holds dominion over Orleans Parish. He has played host to Caine, his captured seer Madison Black, and holds a prized broken doll as his Captive Queen in mockery and grave insult to the Morningstar.

After time was reset to 2019, it is unknown whether or not Beleth holds memories of the Apocalypse. During 2019 at the charity event cohosted with Tobias Wren on behalf of the Tulane Medical Center and major Masquerade breach, all those who took part in the toast were infected by the Wyrm and the building was put under quarantine. But before the quarantine sealed off the building, the party managed to distract him long enough for Oliver and Cyrus to drug Beleth's drink. After losing consciousness, Byron Valdis was able to regain control and make his first interaction with the party suggesting that they tie him up 'just in case he comes back'.

Currently Byron (and therefore Beleth) are being held captive and watched over by Lovecraft, Lucifer, and Whiskey at Oliver's request.

After the exorcism at the Audubon Zoo in New Orleans, Beleth has been cast out of Byron Valdis and is presumably returned to the Pit.
Pierre Antoine Lepardi Jourdan

*I got a letter this morning*

*This is the way my letter read*

*Say you better come on home Farmer John*

*Help me, your baby dead*

*Come on, come on, come on, come on home*

*Death Letter - Johnny Farmer, Organized Noise*

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Once one has shuffled off this mortal coil, the Underworld awaits. While a wraith’s fetters bind them to the Skinlands; it’s the Underworld that becomes home and with it new dangers of the Maelstrom. New Orleans is a Necropolis, the echo of the Skinlands is teeming with Essence and as such the ravages of the afterlife are nowhere near the dilapidation of other less... spirited... communities. The Citadel is run by Anacreon Pierre Antoine Lepardi Jourdan; though it’s said one must find their way to Muriel’s and indulge him in a game of chance as a means of judging one’s character before any business or socializing.

The restaurant that he purchased and adored dearly was it seems to be his home long into the next few centuries. Since the tragic game of poker in 1814 wherein he wagered and lost his beloved home, Pierre took his leave of the world on the second floor. To keep his spirit at peace, to this day those who work at Muriel's always set a table for one in the back alley with wine, bread, and a fresh white table cloth.

It is unknown whether or not Pierre recalls the events of the Apocalypse.
Silas Barrows

*There will come a soldier

Who carries a mighty sword

He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord

Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord

He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord*

*Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos*

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Silas is a portrait of Acts of Service for the Greater Good. A Vatican employed demonologist, exorcist, current seminary student and volunteer sponsor for NA; there is a drive within him to try and make the world a better place by his own hands. He's gentle, soft spoken, and kind to all that he meets and more often than not acts as a guide for those not realizing they are lost. Always there for those in need, in the late 2010s teaming up on Vatican exorcist duties with his companion Oliver Bouchard.

At some point in the very early 1960s Silas was Imbued as an Innocent, running into the Unmoored in 1963, and still active and oddly unchanged in appearance well into the Modern Nights of 2019 before his disappearance. Whatever the origin of his blessing has been kept secret; in fact if anything the Vatican tends to move him about frequently, always shifting whomever his current acquaintances are before they catch on to how he doesn't seem to age. The only group outside of the church with any inkling to this being the Unmoored that knew Silas shortly before his disappearance back in 2019 and then running into him at the Profane Saint Sacrifice involving St. Cassian and the sacred geometry singing choir.

It is unknown whether or not Silas recalls the events of the Apocalypse.

It has been revealed that Malcolm Pickman traveled down to New Orleans searching for Silas, Oliver Bouchard as well has been looking for him for some time.