Clan Ravnos

#### Ravnos Primogen:

Ivan Dracul. Ivan in life was a noble knight dedicated to destroying the forces of evil. He was one of four children born to Vlad Tepes, Dracula, during his human life. Vlad was surprisingly kind to Ivan in his childhood, even after Vlad became a vampire, and sheltered him from the horrors of his supernatural dictatorship over Wallachia. Eventually, when Ivan was of age to take the crown of Wallachia, the castle priest drew him aside. There, the priest tells him and shows him proof of his monstrous father’s nature.

After seeing the truth, Ivan immediately set to work driving his father from the castle of Wallachia. Ivan was a holy knight of a christian order, and his faith was steadfast. Unfortunately, Vlad Tepes, or Dracula, escaped. After Dracula escaped, Ivan followed him immediately with all of his Kings-guard. While pursuing his father, Ivan is led through a perilous mountain pass. Many of his men do not survive the journey, and those that do, do not survive the destination. Upon cornering who they believe to be his father in a cave system, Ivan is shocked to find they have been pursuing the wrong vampire.

All along, they were pursuing a hunger-mad Ravnos elder, who had long ago lost his mind. Whether or not this was an intentional trap left by his father is unknown. The Ravnos sire quickly disposed of Ivan’s guards, but struggled to dispatch Ivan himself. Ivan was tricky, and utilized crosses and holy water to burn the Ravnos into near submission, while holding off it’s attacks with swordplay. The Ravnos eventually gained the upper hand, attacking Ivan by melting into pure shadow, and appearing invisible. He then turned Ivan, and left him there in the cave. Ivan did not leave the cave for many days after turning, fearful of what he had become.

Today, Ivan has been assigned to be the Primogen of Oklahoma City because his vast strength necessitates he be allowed dominion of SOMEWHERE. But the other Ravnos elders do not trust him, due to his close connection to the Tzimisce Elder Vlad Tepes. The camarilla at large dislike Vlad Tepes, so they also treat him disdainfully. So he was given a small, rural territory.

Ivan runs a large boxing gym, and owns a small boxing arena in the city. The Boxing arena only shows night fights, but local WWE-esque backyard wrestlers use it during the day. Ivan’s gym is home to his small, rag-tag coterie of Ravnos. Few humans train at his gym, but those that do are true beasts of men.

#### Ravnos Coterie:

Gregor the Wrestler is a massively large man, like Ivan himself. He and Demetri grew up together in Oklahoma city as Ukrainian first-generation immigrants, and found community at Ivan’s gym. Shaved head, twisted nose, cauliflower ears. Surprisingly kind eyes. Smells like sweat.

Demetri the Kick-Boxer is a smaller man than Gregor or Ivan, but he’s incredibly deadly. His brawl, dexterity, and strength are all 4, allowing him to simultaneously be effective at attacking and dodging.

Linda the website tech. Linda is actually the oldest of Ivan’s coterie, and his second-in-command. She was sired independently of Ivan, and doesn’t like to discuss her sire. Ivan has long been her mentor, closest friend, and it is suspected, lover.

Kenji Maou is a somewhat overweight kindred, but his arms are massively muscular despite his lack of definition in most of his body. He has short black hair, and an ordinary face. His eyes are often bloodshot, but it’s unclear why. When not training, he wears a pair of plain slacks and a white button-up shirt.

He is one of the older members of Ivan’s coterie, and has followed him since before he settled in the region. Kenji was originally sired in New York City, but escaped to Oklahoma to avoid a terrible debt to the prince there. He was called something different in NYC, though. Kenji specializes in “perfect defense” brawling - A martial art in which the defender ensures that he is always safe from attack, never pushing the offensive if it would risk counter-strikes. This martial art focuses on forcing the opponent to attack harder and more desperately, turning their own clumsy strikes against them, before finally striking oneself.