Pennite Dossiers (Carnival Activity)

[Vigil StarGazer]

The Pennite Dossiers

 

While none can claim the catastrophic Hurricane Katrina as the works of the factions (indeed, the thoughts of anyone able to conjure such powerful devastation is quite frightening indeed). Cato Smyths, The Archbishop of Miami had quite convincingly sway her least favorite packs to perform reconnaissance in the otherwise mysteriously impenetrable Camarilla New Orleans Chapter. Now one might expect the kindred be flushed from their very lair and if fortuitous enough, be wisped away from the sun and be done with. To give the Camarilla credit most did not fall to the chaos that ensured like their fellow anarch and instead organized to combat the natural predicament as well as our restlentless attacks. Still we have gathered much information of their structure and defenses, most notably the cast of character and their play.

 

Peredhil; called the Great Grandfather. Generation 6 Venture (Torpor)

Little is known of this kindred before he came along with the first wave of Vampires migrating to the New world. He was the founding member to Camellia in Philadelphia before the Sabbath recently overran the city. Some say the Vampire Peredhil was an Inconnu, passive to the threat of anarch and even to the Sabbat and slow to anger. He seldom meddled with the affairs of any kindred but to incurring his wrath is certain doom. Words even spoke of him wielding the blessings of God with a truth faith, inflicts aggravating damage to his foes. Once this powerful elder solidify the Camarilla’s position in New Orleans he submerge into his torpor.

 

Arawn, THE MAD KING, Generation ?? Malkavian (missing)

No information available.

 

Gwaihir: or other defamatory terms behind her back: Generation 9 Toreador.

Not much works remained of this once self-proclaimed Artiste turned Poseur, but those that sees her shrewd maneuvers amount her kindred can only estimate how precise her arts can be. Indeed this prominent Toreador once held both position as Prince of New Orleans and the Keeper of the Elysium. She has since relinquished her position as Prince but it is rumored that those that took her place serves merely as puppets to her will. It was mostly due to her organization that Camellia still holds the city after the disaster. Without a doubt, her influence only increases as she took the opportunity to weed out the few hostile anarchs and inconvenient oppositions that stood in her way. In our prospective that only marked her as a more crucial target in the inevitable fall of New Orleans.

 

Tyrion the Imp, Generation 8 Nosferatu (missing)

Samuel McGee was just an ordinary Negro farm hand at a cotton field with an unordinary habit of using his extraordinary good looks and his sexual prowess to seduce young white maidens to his haystack bed. His activities however caught the attention of a Nosferatu and quickly embraced him, turning him into the abomination that he is now. However the resourceful childe had managed to thrive in the world of darkness. His allegiance to Prince Gwaihir definitely aids his survival as he aspired to be the eyes and ears of the Prince herself before he vanished without a trace. Whether he truly met his final death or involving in some sinister plan remains a question of concern...

P.S Any mentioning of his human name arouse great anger.

 

Salinye, Generation 11 Toreador (missing).

Her embrace was as every bit as an enigma as her sudden disappearance from New Orleans. This young kindred simply walked in one of Gwaihir’s extravagant party and presented herself, much to everyone’s astonishment. Still her charming face and elegant ways won over many who spoke out against her that night; the artistic works that was presented was simply genuine and most still hangs in the halls of the Elysium. Without much protest she settled herself within the city premise and proliferated until her mysterious absences sometime before Hurricane Katrina. Some say her unknown sire had her hunted down and staked her, other rumors circulates that she had forbiddingly created childe of her own, and had became the victim of their diableries…

 

Gyrfalcon, The Forest Childe Generation 7 Gangrel

The seemingly young country boy was in fact an 800 year old kindred of the Celtic bloodline. Little is known about this elusive Gangrel except his preference of solstice common to his clan, the uncanny quickness of his shotgun (even for a kindred), and that he prowls around the secret highways between New Orleans and Baton Rouge on his motorcycle. While he seldom pay any heeds into the activities of New Orleans he serves as a lookout for his kinde and therefore must be dealt with before any possible attacks can be made against the city.

 

Canid, simply known as the wolf, Clan of the Black Furies.

While the she-wolf is lupine and holds all kindred in contempt, this threat simply exists and must be dealt with before the Sabbat could hope to secure its hold in New Orleans and the surrounding area. It is speculated that Canid settled herself in the area to protect something sacred to their wolf-clan, and even recent report a sinister pact struck between her and the residing Camellia in New Orleans. If this rumor was confirmed, such ill news cannot bold well for the Archbishops and the Chapter. Exercise extreme caution when approach, in fact do not approach at all.

 

Rune, or the Great Mother/Demoness, Generation ?? Salubri (missing??)

During the Civil War that disquiet many of the kindred, A Salubri vampire by the name of Rune established a sanctuary within the holds of New Orleans for those that choose not to side in the conflict and only seek to go on with their merry undead lives. The establishment became the forerunner of the current Elysium and home to many stray kindred that lived even till today. The idea of a Salubri having political hold, in fact the very existence of a Salubri terrified the Tremere. In one decisive strike the motherhouse in Vienna sent the whole Chantry against her. Yet even then the newly residences of the sanctuary stood against the uncanny mages and an undocumented civil war of their own was fought within one night. The Chantry was driven out of New Orleans and many kindred met their final death, but the sanctuary that Rune used as a house of healing was burned to the ground with the Salubri presumed dead. The elders themselves, busy with their efforts to the war against the ananch, vowed not to speak a word of this atrocity. Yet in the following centuries tales of a vampire aiding her fellow kindred in times of great need with the power of healing continue to surface in the alleyways of the city. The few that doubted were told to look upon the existance of the Elysium as the prove of her own continual existence.

 

Ozymandiaz, King of Kings; Generation ?? Followers of Set.

Not much information pertaining to this kindred other then the fact that started a blood cult within the suburban area after the incident with Hurricane Katrina. While the kindred bear resemblance to the old Egyptian king it requires further investigation to confirm his identity.

 

Tralla, Generation 11 Toreador.

A Childe Artiste of note in the current circle of New Orleans. She was a writer of marginal success before being embraced by one of the Toreador in the city.

 

Finnis AKA The Finished Finnish Finnis/The Blue Mage, Generation 9 Malkavian (deceased)

(To be reported at later date)

 

Madoka

(insufficient information, to be reported at later date)

 

Celles

(insufficient information, to be reported at later date)

 

Kendricke (deceased)

(insufficient information, to be reported at later date)

 

Sorciere

(insufficient information, to be reported at later date)

Edited May 29, 2006 by Vigil StarGazer

[Sweetcherrie]

Behind the scenes Sweetcherrie was in a rush. Her character description wasn’t finished by stage master Nobby yet, but she knew what her part would be. She hurried through the other players on her way to the dressing rooms, and almost knocked over Gwaihir who was just coming out of them.

 

“Oooh, that Prince costume looks great on you!” She cheered, as she shot past him.

 

Gwai flashed a nervous smile, and Sweetcherrie chuckled about the nervousness everybody had to cope with tonight. She had to admit that she herself felt a bit awkward; after all it wasn’t every night so many pennites showed up for a play about vampires.

 

Inside the dressing rooms Salinye was just putting on her black velvet robes, and Sweetcherrie smiled as she grabbed her own outfit from the dresser.

 

“Nervous?”

 

Salinye turned her back towards Sweetcherrie, “A bit. Could you do up my zipper?”

 

Sweetcherrie clenched the blouse she had just taken off between her thighs and hopped forward to do up the zipper on Salinye’s back, carefully holding her hair out of the way from the zipper.

 

“I bet it will be great.” She babbled on as she quickly got changed into her own black dress, “I just hope that the audience will like it as well.”

 

Salinye smiled a warm Salinye smile, “I’m sure they will. Ready for make-up?”

 

Together they walked over to the make-up tables and Sweetcherrie chuckled as she saw Ozymandias. He was trying to keep the large crown (designed especially for the role of king of kings) straight on his head, but each time he moved it slid half-way crooked over his ears again.

 

Salinye and Sweetcherrie sat down at the make-up table, and Sweetcherie found her fake teeth. She slipped them in, and grinned at her image in the mirror. Two perfectly sharp teeth showed in the corners of her mouth, and she thought it actually looked pretty cool. She grabbed a sponge and quickly started to make her face slightly whiter. That blush was hard to cover up, but with a bit of extra powder she managed.

 

“Five minutes before curtains up!” Stage master Nobby shouted.

 

Sweetcherrie felt how another surge of nerves ran through her body. She knew it would be cool, but still, it wasn’t everyday she had to act out a vampire. Canid prowled in, and tilted her head to look at the two girls.

 

“Yeah,” Sweetcherrie mumbled, “At least you have no costume to wear.”

 

“People for act one, take your places!”

 

Nobby’s voice made her shiver once more, and she took a last look in the mirror. It would have to do.

 

“Break a leg.” Salinye said, and Sweetcherrie smiled as she rushed out the dressing rooms. She took her place on stage, and though she knew that it was common to wish this before a play, she sincerely hoped to not break any legs. She walked onto the stage, and the red curtains moved slightly. From behind them she could hear the audience talk excitedly, and turned around to take her starting position.

 

“You’ll be doing fine.” Peredhil’s said reassuringly.

 

He looked great, and she was sure that he would play an amazing head of the clan of vampires. Sweetcherrie smiled, feeling how her nerves subsided a bit. She quickly gave Peredhil a hug, and moved to where she had to be when the first scene would start.

 

“And three…two…curtains up!”

 

The curtains opened as Nobby gave the signal. The spotlights went on, and the game had begun….

 

OOC: Kay, trying to turn this into something positive

 

Please feel free to join in with this play, the setting is vampires. Look at it as a sort of Underworld, and with a bit of luck we’ll get some werewolves to join in later

 

Nobody will be their own character in this. You will basically all play someone else, but of course you’re more than allowed to make mistakes, or insert some humour in this. (I can’t imagine Sweetcherrie to go through an entire play without clumsing up once for example, and if Wyvern were to join in…well…hey, we all know that things will most likely go different as planned )

 

10 geld for each participation, and 5 geld for each played out joke.