Marcus was born to early Dutch immigrants in the 1760s in New York City. After working with the Ventrue of New York for a century, he moved to Pittsburgh upon seeing the promise of the steel industry.

Marcus became a Prince after Gregory's death in 1999.

In his tenure, Marcus has focused on manipulating local government into civic and business decisions geared towards rebuilding the city’s population. He has adopted a open policy encouraging outsiders to join the Camarilla in a formal situation.

According to Richard, he is somehow blood bound to Harriet. And Suzette. And Sully ... Doesn't sound good at all ...

Sully was in life an associate in a crime family in Philadelphia, but left just around 1912. In Pittsburgh he quickly gained a reputation for being able to get anything from the wartime black market or any information, which caught the eye of his late sire, Beatrice.

He was 25 when he was embraced in 1919.Standing 6’3”, he has graying skin that's warped and bloated. He still has a strong network of informants, black market providers, and members of crime families.

Gino’s brother. Beatrice had him owing her a boon for having Gino embraced by Cappy, long ago. Their brotherhood is somehow touching though, they really seem to care for each other.

He’s Lilly’s sire, but somehow he managed to embrace her while she was sick. He had her, and Gino, fully blood bound to him.

That guy keeps talking about trust among the brood, but I can’t shake the feeling he’s always keeping stuff from me.

Like that mutual blood bound he’s sharing with Suzette and Harriet, that’s fucking odd … Not mentioning the fact that even the Prince is blood bound to him … That bound with Harriet got pretty handy though, for he used his connection to the Tremere to have them cast a ritual, in order to cure Lilly (and it worked !).

Sully completely freaked out when he found out Petunia arrived in town. Well, on this one, I don't particularly blame him. An Archon, crashing in town the very same night an Elysium is burnt down, two Elders die, a primogen frenzies, and severly wounds the sheriff ? I would freak out too if I were the Nos primogen ...

Ambrose was a child piano virtuoso who a Toreador named Violet had to decided to take on as a protege, entranced both by his talent and his good looks. He was embraced by her in 1952, when he was only 17.

Ambrose became Primogen when his sire, the previous Primogen, left the city. He was encouraged by Harriet and Suzette to accept the position. Since taking the position, he has favored tailored formal wear in an attempt to appear more mature and presentable.

Wasn’t aware Violet was coming back in town, and wasn’t happy about it either. Seems to be way too close to Harriet now. No doubt she got him drinking too many sips.

He is thin, with delicate bone structure and wavy brown hair.

Ambrose used to live in a luxurious downtown apartment in the Cultural district that overlooks Heinz Hall. He seems to have moved to Harriet's, couples of nights after she turned him into a blood bound pet.

Born to a wealthy family, Harriet was married off at 16 to an even wealthier older man who had little interest in his new wife. Somewhat bored with the socialite life, she took to studying the dark arts.

She gained skills quickly, but will never admit to whether or not this caused the tragic death of her first husband in an inexplicable heart attack. Nor will she admit that it could possibly have played a part in her second, wealthier husbands deadly boating accident involving a rogue shark and lightning. It certainly could have nothing to do with the third husband’s apparent spontaneous combustion.

She will, however say it had absolutely everything to do with the roaring success of the frequent soirees she held in life.

Her skill set with magic as well as her ability to navigate the social upper crust intrigued the Tremere, and so she was embraced in 1929 at the age of 31 by Tobin.

She has developed a flamboyant and loud personality, socializing with all members of Kindred society.

Harriet stands 5’5” with short dark brown hair. Her attire is always over the top— furs, jewelry, velvet, satin. She also recently opened a wine bar, called The Bittersweet which serves as an open Elysium.

Bloody witch. Literally. She must have more skeletons in her closet than Sully does. They seem to get along just fine actually, as they share a blood bound together, and with Suzette.

That b*$ch tricked me, and took some of my blood, transferring some of her inside me. Well, I guess I can thank her for that, for I can now see just fine in the shadows …

Danny got tricked as well. She must be fucking laughing her ass off thinking we were fool enough to fall into such suckertraps ...

Suzette was embraced in 1675 by the late Horatio. She arrived in Pittsburgh in 1795 with her sire and his other childe, the late Prince, Gregory.

Throughout downtown, she has her fingers in a ton of local business.

Suzette is only 5’1” tall, short and apparently mid fourties, with sandy blonde hair. She dresses professionally, but with a goal to blend with her current surroundings. She lives across the entire top floor of the Fairmont.

Beauregard was born in Virginia to a Protestant pastor and his wife. He was embraced in 1865.

In 1985 he moved to Pittsburgh.

Beau is a 6’1”, polite, cleancut man with a mild southern accent.

His business in Pittsburgh has mostly revolved around sports and the stadiums. He lives in an upscale apartment overlooking the stadiums.

Darla was a 23 year old graduate student at Carnegie Mellon, studying psychology, when she met her sire, the former Primogen, Fredrick. Impressed by her scholarly attitude he embraced her in 1995.

Kindred just meeting her will find her well spoken, philosophical, intelligent and polite.

Darla stands at 5’2”, is petite and attractive Puerto Rican woman with black hair and large eyes. She is fashionable and current with modern trends, spending time on her cell phone.

She has recently decided to take online classes to finish her masters degree. She lives in Bradford woods in a “McMansion” style house.

Embraced in 1923, Ezekiel, “Zeke” was an Amish man in life, in rural central Pennsylvania . For decades, he was mostly unaware of Kindred society, and when they did interact he was mostly labeled an Anarch by default.

With the new Prince, Zeke formally joined the Camarilla, and immediately accepted the role of Primogen. So far, he has been using this position to try to champion rural and agricultural issues, and to support the preservation of Amish and Mennonite communities.

He is 5’11”, barrel chested, gruff voiced, with a beard and curly hair. He still dresses somewhat plainly, favors a hat, speaks infrequently and can come off as gruff or rude.

He has been favoring the name “Zeke” since interacting with other Kindred more, in an effort to fit in with the modern English.

Zeke lives in central Pennsylvania, in a storage room under an Amish dairy barn. He does not come to the city or interact with other Kindred unless specifically summoned.

Contacting him requires effort— he doesn't have a phone and is ignorant of the internet. A physical letter has to be sent to his host family, who then leave it out for him to find.

Originally from Philadelphia, he was an associate of a crime family there, and amateur boxer. In life, he had a lifelong reputation for knocking out teeth regardless of context.

He was drafted into the Army in 1919, serving as a supply runner until the end of WWI.

Gino was embraced by Cappy in 1923.

Standing 5’8”, he has brown hair, a crooked nose and a cauliflower ear. He is quiet unless angered.

He owns a dive bar called “Yinzers” in Bloomfield, which acts as an open Elysium in the neighborhoods.

Spent most of his mortal youth with Sully, considering themselves as brother. It's actually Sully, offering a boon to Beatrice, who got Gino to be embrace.

According to Richard, when analizing Sully's blood, Gino is fully blood bound to Sully (how convinient...).

Seltzer is a Nosferatu who does not attend Elysium.

Gino found him, roaming in the streets, and named him.

Has been kept hidden in Duquesne college's basement for years, by Sully and Gino, in order to prevent any Masquerade breach.

Settled underground, he's monitoring the city, with lots of screens linked to CCTVs, being Sully's eyes over town.

He doesn't talk, at all, and barely seems to understand when we talk to him. I guess his mind snapped during the whole body-shifting process, after his embrace.

Lilly was a Pittsburgh native, growing up in Squirrel Hill. Sully embraced her in 2006 at the age of 23.

Standing only 4’11” Lilly's back and left shoulder are horribly twisted, shortening her body and leaving her with a strange, warped posture and a freakish gait when she walks. She is bone thin.

When not using obfuscate, she prefers to hide her warped body and face under a black wig and a huge sun hat with layers of flowing clothes. This makes her easy to pick out even in silhouette.

Lilly is very techno savvy, constantly in her smart phone when she isn't bent over her computer.

Sully had pity of her, as she was a sick kid stuck in Pitt’s hospital because of her viral condition.

She was embraced while still sick, and so she remained sick, without knowing. She infected several mortals, before Sully found out, and kept her locked inside his haven ever since.

After being staked by two hunters in Squirrel Hill's haven, she's been transferred to the Tremere chantry, where she was both healed, and cured from the disease.

Born in England, Tobin was embraced into the Tremere clan in the early 1700s at the age of 50.

He relocated to Pittsburgh in 1920.

Tobin is the Regent of the Chantry and the sire of Harriet.

Tobin stands 5’11”, with a gray beard and piercing eyes. He is quiet and perceptive.

Embraced in 1811, she was sent in 2001 to Pittsburgh’s Chantry.

She stands 5’5” with honey blonde hair.

She helped Peyton for a while, keeping an eye of the latter's ex-boyfriend, Phillip.

Charlie was in his 20s when he happened to be at the right place at the right time, and started snapping pictures of the Rat Pack when they were in New York.

Sinatra liked him well enough that he had him travel on the outskirts of his entourage: Vegas, Hollywood, Europe. If they looked amazing in print, it was only because of Charlie carefully airbrushing every image on the billboards and magazines.

He had hoped it would launch a further career, as his love was street candid photography, but no one really took to his personal work. Frustrated, he quit the music business and started his own photography studio in Philadelphia, snapping school photos and weddings.

He was an aging and frustrated artist when he was discovered by a local Toreador who was far more entranced by his stories of his past than his current work. She embraced him in the early 70s. He spent the next few years trying to create a name for his personal work before having to give up his more public presence.

In 2009, he moved to Pittsburgh trying to start a new identity and hopefully become recognized for his own genius. While there, he could not help but become captivated by the energy of a new singer, Daniel Peters, recently from England. Embracing him was a controversial move, and the two aren't cur-rently seeing eye to eye.

A Pittsburgh native, Dixon grew up in Bloomfield. Cappy embraced Dixon in 1958 at the age of 22.

He is 5’10” with brown hair, and is missing his right arm from the elbow down. He has adopted a casual rockabilly style.

Shawn grew up in the Hill districts during the 70s and 80s when the district was nearly vacant.

He was embraced by an Anarch sire in 2002, but saw value in some of the changes that were bringing in business and making the streets safer. He formally introduced himself at court in 2006.

Shawn stands 5’11” tall, with dreadlocked hair and a piercing gaze.

Usually wearing a fancy leather jacket over a suit, his braid is hanging loose down his back. He almost always has a pair of sunglasses at the ready, if not wearing them. Matching his suit he has on a pair of oxford style shoes. He was embraced without a beard, so has none when he wakes each evening.

Owns a book shop in North Oakland district, and a fancy mansion in Shadyside, where several ghouls serve every of his needs.

Pretty skilled, he's often wearing gloves to "operate", always has stakes on him, and a computer in the trunk of his car. He also always has a tarp, which he unfolds on the backseat, in case he has to drive Lenny somewhere.

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Skinny looking emo brat, embraced aged 22, blush of health, lots of shirts and half-tied boots. Makes me think of Trent Reznor, circa '96.

He's Charlie Westman's childe, who sired him because of his vocal talent. He was pretty famous with his band, providing him many fans, and blood dolls, including Tom (now his ghoul).

He used to be the owner of The Institue club, in Southside district, but can no longer enter the club since he's been destituted from his mortal identity.

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Peyton's Harriet childe. She studied at Pittsburgh's chantry for a while, before deciding to go back to her hometown, in order to finish her regular college study.

She then came back to Pitt, and serves the Tremere clan pretty (too) well. She helped Richard getting rid of Violet, throwing fireballs at her (yeah, sounds silly, I know...).

When coming back, she hadn't anticipated that her ex-boyfriend (mortal), very into occult shit, would stalk her, and follow her to Pitt. Lucky for us, Richard wiped his memory, and Danny ghouled him.

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Grendel was born in the virginia hill country in 1909 to a family of 8. The Savages did a little farming, a little trapping, and a lot of going without. Their numbers swelled with fortune, and winnowed away the same.

By the time Fred was 10, he was already working with shiners in neighboring families. Not smuggling yet, but scouting trails, and looking for good hides. He took to it well, committing routes to memory, and learning to forget faces and conversations.

His contributions to the family were such that the elder savages overlooked his dealings with criminal elements.

In his 20s, the depression hit. You wouldn't think that'd effect hillfolk, but with more poor, more folk tried to supplement their income with game. Times got lean. Some family died off. That's the way the wheel turns.

Then prohibition ended, and work started drying up for Grendel. In his 30s he ran arms for a bit, but never got a taste for it. Folk in the arms trade were...harder. sure, with booze, he'd had to muscle before. Had killed a time or two, but at the end of the day, moonshine was about a good time, and guns were about murder and power. The trades attracted different people.

In his 40s, restless, he decided to go legit, or semi-legit, as a courier. Getting things here to there unnoticed had always been his strong suit, so it seemed a good fit. And he was, after all, connected to more than a few folk whose organizations had branched out of liquor. Nothing so big as an arms shipment. Just small stuff. Personal stuff. It would never make him rich, but he liked sleeping under the stars, and seeing the world.

In this way “winged messenger service” was born. To the best of anyone's knowledge, no package has been lost, or opened. Though he does require the sending party's name, with the understanding that the recipient be told this information.

Things continued in much this vein until, at 55, he started occasionally taking jobs where he worked with a partner. That wasn't new exactly, he had worked with partners at different clients requests for almost a decade, but in this particular case, unknown to grendel, the “partner” was, in reality, a client, who was scouting not clear roads, but a prospective childe.

In 1967, at the age of 58, Grendel was embraced into clan Gangrel. Since then, hiss “winged messenger service” has been a reliable enough courier system that it has earned both respect and trust (hard to come by in kindred society) across several regions, with many well satisfied clients.

Grendel is a tall man, long and gaunt, with a long narrow face that is a roadmap of both worry furrows and laugh-lines. He has pale blue but shining eyes, and tangled shoulder-length hair that is the colour of fall leaves, and that you would expect leaves to fall from. His preferred attire seems to be coveralls, work shirts, field-jackets, working/farming/hunting attire.

He arrived not long ago in Pittsburgh, along with Jonah and Luella. He keeps working as delivery messenger.

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French guy sired by Roy, rogue Nosfeartu in Philadelphia. Arrived in Pittsburgh in the know the city was a pretty welcoming place for Neonates.

Got in contact with Lilly, who introduced him to Sully, the local Nosferatu primogen, and then to Pittsburgh Court.

Pretty naive at first, he's now learning, the hard way, that there aren't a lot of Kindred he can really trust in the city.

Because he can't stand the scent of his own rotting flesh, Lenny's almost constantly smoking, making his smell even more unbearable for others.

Owns a bat ghoul, Yvette, that helps him spying and tracking some other locals. She likes to hang herself, upside down, to Lenny's earrings, and to snug into his coat to keep herself warm.

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Late Zachariah's Sire, and Prince's Marcus mentor. Heavily involved in steel industry and was up and coming until around the time Horatio disappeared.

Gregory undermined his business, and Zach was very outspoken against the old Prince. Jonah fled town after his childe disappeared, supposed to be killed.

Came back in Pitt after a brief epistolary conversation with Violet.

Jonah's righ hand. She seems to be coming out of nowhere.

Basically, first information we've been able to find about her, she was already connected to Jonah. Nothing about her mortal life, as if she didn't have any.

When checking with Lilly, we weren't able to find any sight of her out of town. None. Nada. RIEN ! She, and Jonah, seem to have lied about her leaving town for a while.

Informations about her are vague. She seems related to medical research, for long time now.

But it looks like someone erased some other informations, deliberately.

She arrived in Pittsburgh the same night Yinzers was burnt to the ground.

Also, she is an Archon.

Adelaide’s parents moved to Pittsburgh when she was 16, and were some of the earliest resi-dents in Polish Hill. The late Smithy embraced Adelaide at the age of 88 in 1911.

Adelaide used to live in Polish Hill, across the street from her beloved Immaculate Heart of Mary cathedral. Locals will be confused when they catch sight of her. Wasn't that old lady the same one who wandered around when they were kids? Or do just all old Polish grandmothers look the same? She was wealth of knowledge about the Hill districts.

She met her final death a few nights ago, during the fire arsony at Yinzers.

Nora was a graduate of the Manhattan Institute of Art, known for creating large, installation style pieces.

In 1996 she was embraced in New York, and “retired” from the art scene. Instead, she developed an interest in archeology and collecting ancient primative art.

She moved to Pitts-burgh in 2004, where she set up an art dealership specializing in ancient art pieces downtown, called “Temporal Beauty”

Her remains were found at her art shop, by Richard, Danny and Lenny.

Cappy won't tell you how he got his nickname and you can go to hell for asking him. He was the earliest Kindred in Pittsburgh, trading furs when it was still a fort. Because of this, he is a font of knowledge for Pittsburgh history.

Throughout the late 1800s and early 20th century, Cappy often took nighttime jobs in the steel mills, manufacturing plants or other blue collar positions, blending in with kine. When his age became an issue, he'd simply move to another area, adopt a different nationality background and identity. This stopped when he was convinced to take on more responsibility in Kindred society as a Primogen in 1972. Embraced with a beard, since 1900 Cappy shaves it off nightly following the style of local steelworkers. He is short, standing only 5’4” and has salt and peppered hair and a weathered, wrinkled face. His is friendly and open, but can be easily angered, which he likes to solve with his fists.

He used to live under a corner store that barely stays in business, run by his ghoul. As he was the city's longest resident, Cappy was its Seneschal.

He met his final death a few nights ago, during the fire arsony at Yinzers.