Red Rain: Neonates of Baltimore


 

Jordan, Gangrel Neonate

Only a few years old when he became a Sire for the first time, Jordan still represents some of the best qualities of the Gangrel. He spends a good deal of time in the wilderness but hasn't become quite the outland drifter that Donovan is... yet. raised Christine outside the city. The Prince still doesn't seem to know about her, as her Introduction was eclipsed by the madness of an Anarch rant just hours before. He and his childe disappeared after that, and haven't been seen since.

 

Christine, Gangrel Childe

Christine

Her death was unexpected and tragic. She was Matt's best friend every year since they were toddlers, spending summers together at the Cape. Matt only wanted to protect her, and couldn't resist seeing her just one last, last time. Decker had a weakness for her kind though, and the Beast got the better of him. In a few moments, a vibrant young life was cut short... but thanks to Jordan, a new one was waiting. He Embraced her rather than let her die, as Donovan tried to calm the Frenzied Decker and Matt sat reeling from the Caitiff's attack. Boston had proved eventful since March, but never so much as now...

After five long years, she returned with her Sire and her Ghoul, Phoenix. She couldn't be happier, and spoke of the grandeur of being Kindred. If only everyone's unlife experience could have gone so well...

 

Georgia MacKenzie, Toreador Neonate

Georgie

Geneveve's childe is introverted but magnetic. She certainly had Deck's undivided attention (Decker "Doogie" Gabriel, that is) -- and she even proved to be something of a rebel: by running to join your ship as it sailed south to Baltimore's Inner Harbor instead of joining her Sire as she returned (or escaped) to the Old World.

Almost as soon as you arrived, however, Georgie was "usurped" by Gideon--a position she must have enjoyed as you didn't see much of her after that. Neither did Doogie, much to his dismay. Their reunion recently was abrupt and rather bloody: after disobeying the Prince and leaving the safety of the cathedral to meet Doogie, Georgie found herself returned forcibly by Gideon himself, along with a staked Doogie. The stake was removed and the two were allowed to stay together... but for how long? The last you saw of them was at the Cathedral several nights ago.

 

Decker Gabriel ("doogie"), Caitiff

Decker 'Don'tCallMeDoogie!' Gabriel

You met him in Boston, and he seems the likable sort. He's easy-going and amused more than frightened by what the world of the undead has to offer. He and Georgie were obviously very good friends... before they arrived in Baltimore. He floats through Elysium now and then, but is more often found hanging around Poe's Graveyard on Green Street or Mount Olivet Cemetery.

He's got a little gang of kids he hangs with, but Georgie is never among them. Was he obeying Griffin's wishes and avoiding the Toreador, as he'd been told? Or was Gideon simply making so many demands on her time that she just can't get away? Worse, was Georgie just avoiding him?

Those questions just don't seem as important anymore, in light of current events. Georgie and he are "guests" of the Prince. And as far as you know, Griffin never introduced any of House Glenarden.

Life is never simple for the Undead...

 

solstice, Caitiff

Solstice

She is Griffin's first and only childe. She belongs to House Glenarden which was the center of so many rumors back in Boston, and has never been noticed in Elysium or contributing to any kind of Cainite activity. She can be often seen purusing galleries, theaters, and malls well outside the area of influence lorded over by the Harpies, however; living an unlife a mortal could envy, her Masquerade perfect in every detail. Just like Doogie's, just like Matt's.

Her only childe has been causing some waves lately: having been linked to the Anarch revolt roiling just under the surface. Matt tried to warn her about it, but, darn it if he failed to mention any details in his late-night, frantic phone call. Whatever will she do now? Oh where, oh where could her little childe be...?

 

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