Clan Malkavian

#### Malkavian Primogen:

Janessa Pirout (Jan-essa Pier-o) is the Malkavian Primogen of Oklahoma City. An experienced and popular socialite that is disappointed with the relatively little nightlife in the area. She often uses her disciplines and connections to force celebrities, the rich, and even ordinary people, into participating in her extravagant and incredible parties. She is extremely friendly and even flirtatious, but if challenged or insulted will quickly turn harsh. When upset, Janessa has a tendency to act like a tantruming child.

Janessa often travels out of town, but returns promptly, afraid of angering her sire.

Janessa was sent to the city to recruit a steady supply of Malkavians by her Sire, after the previous Malkavian primogen abandoned his post. Some of these new Malkavians have gone on to populate the city, while others have been sent to other territories. Her sire is only referred to as “Jackie.”

#### Malkavian Elder:

James “Jim” Moorehouse is a mysterious man, and a close friend of Buckston Brown. He is obviously quite powerful, perhaps even more so than Buckston, but his Malkavian curse is very pronounced. He struggles to maintain his attention or any level of seriousness for any period of time. He is not stupid, or senile, but constantly seems to be drifting in and out of paying attention. He often speaks in sentences that make little sense, or goes on grand monologues about odd topics without warning. Buckston enjoys his presence because Jim constantly distracts him from current events, causing him to ponder deeper or simply more pleasant topics.

Jim is much more powerful than he appears, and perhaps more powerful than he even knows himself. He can no longer remember when or who sired him, but thinks it must have been before the discovery of the new world.

Jim used to be the Malkavian Primogen of the city, but he often struggled with the day-to-day coterie maintenance required of a Primogen. This culminated in an attempted coup by the Malkavian coterie of OKC in the early 1980’s, which Jim quickly quashed by destroying the entire coterie. But it has never been proven that the coterie plotted against Jim at all, and many in the city believe that Jim killed his own coterie in a simple fit of paranoia, brought on by his clan curse. Since this event in the early 1980’s, the Malkavian coterie in OKC was almost non-existant for many years, until Jannessa took over as Primogen in the early 2000’s.

“Do vampires dream of unliving sheep?”

“Jeez, you’re really fuckin’ uptight, you know that? Loosen it up, doll. Personally, my body unbelievably loose, bendable, and supple to the touch. You, you are rigid and cold. Like a polyurethane coat on a piece of wooden furniture.”

“One bright day in the middle of the night,

Two dead boys got up to fight.

Back to back they faced each other,

Drew their swords and shot each other.

The deaf policeman heard the noise,

Came and shot the two dead boys.

If you don’t believe this lie is true,

Ask the blind man,

he saw it too.”

#### Malkavian Coterie:

The Malkavian Coterie in Oklahoma City live in the abandoned Crossroads Mall, otherwise known as Plaza Mayor. They have retrofitted many of the old shops into various living and training spaces, and even have hidden rooms that they have sealed up behind false walls. They now often party with the Toreador coterie, and sometimes even the Ventrue.

J. Jordan Jamison is a local radio host with a nighttime broadcast. J. Jordan provides everything from weather, fashion, traffic, and celebrity gossip. Very friendly, but becomes upset and begins acting strange if meeting people who don’t know about his celebrity. The only thing worse than being hated - is not being known at all. J. Jordan serves as the lifeline to the wonder kindred society for many detached and anti-social vampires. Despite his own ego about his celebrity, his role in our little community truly is invaluable. Functions as passive information for the players while driving, or hanging out in the haven. Often appears tired, due to having broadcasts every night. Knows how to cut loose on a night off.

“Welcome… To the midnight gospel, with J. Jordan Jamison. Your nightly host, bringing you the latest in news, gossip, and local stories. Tonight we’re expecting to hear from our favorite creepy caller, The Black Widow. She’ll be calling in with another murderously scary story from her… personal collection. Watch out for that, coming up at midnight. For now, on to traffic. We have a massive holdup on I-44, due to a large-scale collision, and you’re going to want to avoid Kilpatrick tonight. No other major traffic news in the city, so we move on to gossip. Jannessa Pirout, well-known local socialite, is rumored to be dating a wealthy and well-connected “Mystery Man…” And my contact says there’s something even more scandalous than Jannessa’s new beau! Well, let’s just say our old friend Mrs. Pirout is a bit of a homewrecker, if you catch my meaning. Oh dear god, please, no one tell her I said that. Not the homewrecker part, the part where I called her an “Old” friend. She is a very young and beautiful friend! Please don’t hurt me. In unrelated news, I have recently stolen a bright red toyota camry from Wilson Automotive. Local law enforcement is claiming this is an act of thievery, but I protest this proclamation. It is instead an act of terror, meant to instill fear and change in a broken and irredemable system. Fear me, Wilson Automotive. Mark my words… Death to the bourgeoise! Let’s go to commercial, and then we’ll be back with an old favorite… The monster mash.”

Commercial: “Hundays,  hundays hundays hundays hundays! It’s hunday season at Wilson automotive!”

Commercial: “Come on over to the WreckingRoom gym to work out, watch combat sports of all varieties, or even take part in a match yourself! Open to all skill levels, as long as you aren’t a little tiny weak baby that isn’t deserving of our respect. For a limited time, anyone who takes part in a martial arts match of any kind will receive a personal combat lesson from the gym owner, Ivan Dracul! You may know him from his impressive physique, from being undisputed champion of the gym, or just being generally terrifying! Come on out if you aren’t afraid to lose a few teeth!!”

“Welcome to another night in paradise. I am your host, J. Jordan Jamison, and this is the midnight gospel. I woke up tonight with an unusual hitch in my step, a little… twist to my spine. I would warn anyone that’s out and about tonight… Be wary. The moon isn’t shining quite right, and tempers are not what they should be. In other news, the Toymaker has just released a new set of artificial fangs, for the young or the thin-blooded. Half the size, twice as sharp! Toymaker - He, uh… Makes things. We’re still workshopping the slogan. Just remember only to come to the shop after closing time, everyone. There’s nothing more suspicious than all you creepy crawlers being seen in a children’s toy store… On traffic tonight, we have a roadblock on Bricktown with a ridiculously long detour that’ll make you go “Hey, did someone rearrange all these signs as a prank?” And the answer is no, listener. Of course not. That would be… \*You can hear laughter in the background of the scene\* …Ah-hem. That would be crazy. No one would do that. Anywho, before I let you get back to your regularly scheduled programing, please remember that we have an Elysium coming up. If you know, you know, and if you don’t, you better find out. Don’t miss out on the chance to meet your favorite radio host, the beloved silver tongue of the forgotten city, me… J. Jordan Jamison. Stay safe out there, you adorable little bloodsuckers.”

“Welcome, everyone, to an unplanned transmission of the midnight gospel. I am coming to you live from the depths of my lair, with an important announcement. Those of you that know me personally know that I value my time off from my work, and would not be broadcasting if it was not of the absolute utmost importance. Has anyone seen Jim Moorehouse? He was supposed to be at my party this evening, but he has not shown up. He was bringing a really cool movie that he has been telling me about for a while, but now I’m kinda worried that he’s bailed on the whole evening. Which would be a dick move, but we would forgive, because nobody is perfect. Remember that, if nothing else, folks… No one is perfect. We’re all just trying to make our way in this crazy world. On that note, I believe I will say goodnight to you, my fellow denizens of the forgotten city. Oh, and one more important thing, my studio has become surrounded by a small army of very scary looking individuals with firearms. Luckily, myself and my guests have retreated to the secure basement of the studio, where our party refreshments will keep us well fed for days. Send help, if you have time. Or tell Moorehouse he’s missing my fucking party!”

Jenna Ramos was an international transfer student, working on her degree when she was turned. Since her turning, she abandoned her former identity and seeks to find meaning in her new existence. She is no religious expert, nor a scholar, so she seeks meaning in the way she knows best; drugs. She spends much of her time in the abandoned mattress store in the mall, tripping balls and laying around. Always a fun hang.

Scary Terry is a relatively normal guy that appears completely normal upon the first several meetings. All the other coterie members seem to fear him, even Janessa herself. After the gang notices that Scary Terry seems to be relatively normal, start to drop hints that he may be a lot more creepy than he first appears.

End a conversation with a quick, easy-to-miss “I know where you sleep… What? I didn’t say anything.”

“I looked into your eyes and saw God and the Devil killing each other… Huh? What? I didn’t say anything.”

#### Moorehouse’s Childer:

Vincenzo DeLuca. A bright red haired man, with a wild disposition. When asked about his past, he will answer similarly to Jim Moorehouse: “I haven’t the slightest idea.” Though he does vaguely believe he might have been italian, because his name’s italian, isn’t it? Incredibly unpredictable, but showcases this in a much more physical way than Moorehouse himself. Vincenzo is much more likely to hold a consistent conversation than Moorehouse, but also much more likely to randomly commit some horrible act of violence.