Kala (Vampire)

**Kala** is a vampire from Clan Setite.

## Biography

The police did not help you after the gang rape.

Not only were you a poor Latina with dark skin, the cops never touched the Red Cobras. Instead you asked a local Santeria priest for a magical revenge...and he flatly turned you down.

The Red Cobras had protection. His little bad luck hexes would only annoy the One behind them. So you turned to a darker, more frightening magician, a man rumored to kill using the forbidden art of Palo Mayombe.

The mayombero was no mere mortal poisoner or peddler of bogus charms, but a Serpent of the Light.

Your hatred intrigued him; he also felt his own enmity for the Red Cobras and the Setite whom they served.

You became his pawn in a scheme to destroy the Red Cobras, and then his acolyte.

He schooled you in rage, desire and power before making you his childe --- and heir, when he and his nemesis destroyed each other.

You no longer blame the Red Cobras. They were strong, you were weak. They slaked their desires at your expense, as is right and proper.

Then your rage made you strong and you slaked your own desire for revenge at their expense, as is equally right and proper. You gather your own gang, the Shining Vipers.

You help others fulfill their right and proper desires, for a price. Some of your clients are mortal.

Others are fellow vampires in a secret society called the Sabbat,

Since participating in a pleasant bonding ritual called the Vaulderie you regard the Sabbat as friends, not that that stops you from exploiting them shamelessly.

You're an archetypal Setite, up to your armpits in the vice trade, with a blood cult of fanatics and contacts uptown and down.

You receive supplicants in your haven, a little botanica (a shop that sells "voodoo" paraphernalia such as herbs, candles and icons of saints).

Unlike most Sabbat, you quite like humans (and not just as supper). You encourage your clients to live boldly, passionately and intensely --- self destructively too, but that's life.

As a vampire, you plan to enjoy quantity and quality.

You do not in any sense, worship your Antediluvian ancestry. Rather, you propitiate the gods of Palo Mayombe such as Zarabanda the Messenger, La Madre de la Luna and El Cristo Negro, King of the Dead.

The Palo "spells" that you cast have no real power, except the power of suggestion and whatever toxins you might slip to a victim.

Fix your eyes on supplicants and say nothing until they either beg or become angry.

Decide immediately whether to help them or not; surprise them with the swiftness of your decision.

Wait until they cannot turn back before you ask for a favor in return.

If they agree, make a supplicant's life (or unlife) as pleasant as you can.

If they refuse, laugh and say that soon they will gladly offer you much more.

Carry out your threat, using the Shining Vipers, your criminal allies and fellow Sabbat to make their existence utterly miserable.

You are queen and Goddess: Insist on the appropriate courtesy, and reward reverence with gracious favor.

**Equipment:** Botanica, human shinbone scepter, rattle covered in snake vertebrae, dagger, white robe and headscarf, numerous necklaces and bracelets, heavily armed young men who worship you.