Name: Jazz Calloway
Clan: Brujah
Demeanor: Architect
Generation: 12th
Apparent Age: early 30s
Clan Status: 1
City Status: 1 - Harpy
Jazz has made his reputation as "That Guy" and "What is the deal with that guy". He's a socialite at heart, and uses it to his advantage with an eccentric touch that was more accustomed to the days when slapping a man with a glove was a grievous threat. One part hooligan, one part glam, and more than a little dandy,
Jazz can be found mingling in one of the city's many Elysiums during the night hours.
Name: Catherine Dubois
Clan: Malkavian
Demeanor: Bon Vivant
Generation: 10th
Apparent Age: Late 20s
Clan Status: 0
City Status: 2 - Harpy
Catherine, or Cat as she likes to be called, is a calm, collected, and possibly a little cold. Despite her aloof nature, sex appeal bleeds from her pours in a way that exudes grace and poise. She's always dressed in the highest fashions from the runways of Milan and Paris. She's wary of new Kindred and doesn't make it a habit to approach them, leaving that for the much more flamboyant Harpies to do.
Cat can be found most nights at the Grand Theater or the Twilight Club, and doesn't look favorably on Kindred that she doesn't know personally approaching her without announcement and proper introduction.
Name: Elena Gutierrez
Clan: Malkavian
Demeanor: Caregiver
Generation: 1Oth
Apparent Age: About 20
Clan Status: 2
City Status: 1 - Harpy
Elena Gutierrez is newly Embraced by the standards of most Kindred, but has shown an amazingly vivacious appetite for the duties and structure of the Camarilla. Easily excited and enthusiastic about all of her Brothers and Sisters under the great union of the Camarilla, Elena is the one Harpy that actively seeks out unfamiliar faces. Despite her lively nature, the apparently vapid beauty is anything but - and is known for her mediation and problem solving skills.
Elena's nightly activities are irratic and spread over the full area of Los Angeles, and it is hard to predict her appearance at any one place.
Name: Valentine
Demeanor: Celebrant
Generation: 1Oth
Apparent Age: early 30s
A rake and a gallant, Valentine always dresses to the hilt - an epitome of the latest fashion sensibilities. He is of a slight of build, with sharp features and reddish brown hair. Despite being head, Valentine has a ajoie de vetffe unmatched by any of the other Kindred in the city. His behavior is that of the amalgam of the "aristocratic" stereotype, but never to the point of caricature. Very little is known about valentine's past, or his true age.
Do it all with a flourish, or fall into darkness and become the corpse you are. Valentine has a hatred for those Kindred who flaunt their inhumanity, even if the Masquerade isn't breached in the process. Those Kindred that cannot enjoy the evening's first cup of coffee or the sugared delights of modern cuisine are hardly welcome in his company.
Name: Sierra Gratkowski
Demeanor: Curmudgeon
Generation: 11th
Apparent Age: arguably late 20s
Years of fights and frenzy have taken their toll on Sierra, who used to be an average-looking woman. In light of her feral nature, however, she has acquired several of the characteristics of a weasel. Her fingers are long and look as if they have an extra knuckle in them. Her nose is short and blunt but very acute, and her eyes have the red glint of a predator under certain conditions. Sierra's teeth are sharp, even in the rear of her mouth. Her left ear is pointed, but she lost most of right in one squabble or another. Tufts of fur sprout in certain portions of her anatomy. Sierra has even become a bit taller than she was previously, now standing at just over six feet.
Her attitude is detached from the everyday workings of the Camarilla, but her fervor for her Clan-mates - both Camarilla and Independent - can't be denied. Despite everything that is wrong with the Camarilla in general, her focus is in doing the right thing. She is outspoken against the Sabbat. While not much of a political powerhouse, the Gangrel of the city respect Sierra almost undying, making her a dangerous woman to offend.
Not extending herself in public, the Gangrel Primogen is a hard woman to get in touch with.
Name: Theo Wise
Demeanor: Conniver
Generation: 9th
Apparent Age: very early 20s
Theo wears her chestnut hair long and
loose, which frames an unsettling green-eyed gaze. Embraced with the still-developing body of a late adolescent, Theo carries herself with a grace that belies her initially gangly appearance. Almost without exception, Theo shrouds the bottom half of her face with a
fashionable scarf or veil, so as to hide the scarred and shattered remains of her jaw.
In the past few years, Theo has become more and more sullen in the matters of the Camarilla, and though no one would say it above a whisper, it's rumored that she's lost faith in the Camarilla completely. Either frustration or guilt fuels what work she does within the Sect, and she is prone to violent outbursts of rage and despair.
While either posing as a Muslim, or having converted long ago - no one can guess - Sierra can be found early in the night at the Hollywood Center for Islamic Teachings, and her affairs afterward are impossible to trace. She makes no appointments, and those Kindred who are not brave enough to approach her directly with businesses are not worth the effort of friendship.
Name: Faye Heartman
Demeanor: Competitor
Generation: 8th
Apparent Age: mid-20s
If any Kindred in the city claimed that the Malkavian Primogen was void of emotion or warmth, they wouldn't be lying. Her ambition for her Clan is pronounced and unavoidable, and those who do not bow to her orders are dismissed, ignored, or punished. She is one of the few Primogen who are in open competition for the seat of the Prince, and some fear that her extremely quick wit and clever tongue will secure her the position.
Faye can be found most nights at the side of Jazz Calloway, though what their relationship is has never been openly announced. Even the Harpies, for fear of both Faye's demanding personality, and Jazz's extremely silver, sharp tongue, don't dare guess out loud.
Name: Dominic “The Face” Quincy
Demeanor: Confident
Generation: 8th
Apparent Age: Impossible to tell
"The Face", despite his general appearance when he allows people to see it, is a happy-go-lucky soul with a charismatic demeanor and a very slow boiled temper. He will more than happily seek out and converse with other Kindred, and holds loose friendships with all of the other Primogen - at least in public.
Dominic is the Warren Master of the Los Angeles Nosferatu, and has a remarkable and direct charm when dealing with them. As such, he is also an avid information broker, but all things come with a price.
When out and about in the city, Dominic uses his respectably powerful blood magic to masquerade as the man he once was. He appears as a tall, broad gentleman with warm, attractive features and strikingly bright green eyes. He dresses in the fashion of the 1920's on most night, and can be found mixing and mingling within any hot-spots that are open to the city's vampire population.
Name: Lilian Woodstone
Demeanor: Peacock
Generation: 9th
Apparent Age: late-20s
The model of practicality and modesty, Lilian leads the Tremere factions within the city with a utilitarian precision that begs no arguing. She is extremely serious and driven, and spends much of her time in the council of only her Clan.
Interacting with the Tremere Primogen is a feat of will, unless of course you are Tremere yourself. She does not grant audience with the city's varied Kindred, and those that wish to speak to her are only allowed to do such through the words of their Primogen.
Name: Mitchel Renaud
Demeanor: Arcitect
Generation: 9th
Apparent Age: Mid to Late 20's
Mitchel is the picture perfect structure of cool, hip, and the rest of the words that the children of LA use to describe perfection. He is grace, power, sexuality, and collected tension mixed together, and those Toreador in the city that can resist his charm usually don't want to. He dresses only in the finest attire at the height of men's fashion, and is welcoming of new faces and new Kindred into his company… so long as you are not ill tempered, rude, or craven.
He is the center of attention, but never accomplishes such things with jester's tricks or overpowering command. Simple etiquette, a deep luxurious tone, and the usual gathering of his flock of muses around him are more than always enough to turn the eye to this man.
The Toreador Primogen is generally found by appointment, though if one is lucky enough to run into him, there is no telling where the escapades of the dashing man may take them.
