OTHER NOTABLE KINDRED IN LONDON
     London can support a population of about seventy five Kindred. It is not
my intention to describe all of them, merely a cross-section of the more
important Elders and Ancillia, leaving others to fill the gaps as they see
fit.

Elders

     Henry Keene, Brujah 7. Keene is the only other Brujah Elder in London.
After the death of Jonas Black, many expected Keene to take on the mantle of
leadership of the small but fractious clan. However, Rocky Johns appeared to
get there first. It was most likely the fact that Keene is a supporter of
Llywellyn that lost him the support of his clan, especially since most of
its members are very young in Kindred terms.
     Keene was a professional soldier during the late eighteenth and early
nineteenth centuries, fighting in the American Revolution, the French and
Indian Wars and the early actions of the Napoleonic Wars. Wounded many
times, it became a joke that Keene was unkillable. Invalided back to
Britain, he was appointed depot officer and recruiter for a regiment based
on the Welsh border. In 1809, when the ferocious Elder App Geffyn arose from
torpor, Keene proved that he was no more immortal than most people. App
Geffyn Embraced Keene, then left him to wander and cause havoc around the
border areas for a few months before he headed for London. Arriving in time
to fight off a Lupine raid, Keene was allowed to stay at Llywellyn's
request, even though Gloriana was not impressed by him. Keene gradually
learned self-control and became a stable, if violent, Camarilla member.
Keene continued in his rather idiosyncratic support of the organisation
until 1895, when as a reward for his loyalty he was allowed to Sire a
Childe, one of the first Brujah Childer for several hundred years. Keene's
Childe, Consuela, was a beautiful Spanish immigrant, and was soon the
doyenne of Kindred society, with her and her roughly handsome Sire right at
the top of many party guest lists. Keene's Unlife was rocked by Consuela's
final death in 1910. She was found mutilated, put to the stake and left on a
rooftop. Keene went a little mad, and several possible suspects had very
close calls before Gloriana and Llywellyn restrained him. To this night
Keene has dedicated himself to finding Consuela's killer. He has strong
suspicions that the Toreador Allegra Banham-Warde was involved. If he is
ever able to prove this (it is true), Banham-Warde will have most of her
Unlife behind her.
     Keene is a tall man, who looks about 48. He has blondish hair, rugged
features and is good looking in a weather-beaten way. His downfall is his
rather brusque manner, but few would consider upsetting him. Among his large
collection of weapons are several swords and a .577" Nitro-Express elephant
rifle. He is very skilful with all of them.

     Kerunn, Gangrel 5. Kerunn is extremely old. Even he is unsure of his
exact age, but he was Embraced so long ago that he was old even when he first
came to Britain, with the first wave of Celtic settlers. Sired by the ancient
Gangrel Enkidu, Kerunn spent much time with the Celts, in Europe and in
Britain. He helped them, taught them, protected them - and fed on them. Thus
he passed into Celtic folklore, as a kind of half-loved, half-feared patron
and protector. When the Romans invaded, and brought with them the Ventrue
and the Malkavians, Kerunn fought back, brutally. In spite of the ferocity
of his human allies and his own powers, the Romans and their Undead leaders
triumphed, and drove Kerunn into torpor. 
     Kerunn finally arose again in the seventeenth century, and found the
world a greatly changed place. He learned of the Anarch Revolt, the Camarilla
and the Sabbat, and that petty vampire politics had not changed. Kerunn felt
that he needed someone who could understand this complex new world, and be
his instrument in pushing the Gangrel case. Kerunn saw such a person in John
Albrecht, whom he Embraced and tutored to be his representative and
instrument of policy.
     Kerunn lives now halfway between London and the Welsh border. He has a
seat among the Camarilla of London, by virtue of his age, but seldom appears.
When he does, it is regarded as a bad omen: normally Kerunn only appears to
warn someone of impending peril, or to issue a threat to another Kindred.
Most of those so threatened have come to very bad ends, although no direct
evidence against Kerunn can be found.
     Kerunn is a huge Kindred, with furry legs, animalistic features and claws
on his hands. He seldom wears anything except tartan trews and a plaid. His
hair, even in human form, stands off his head in tall spikes. Kerunn was
once closely associated with the Verbena mages, and learned much from them
of the manipulation of the patterns of life and weather. Kerunn is a
powerful Thaumaturgist, a rare thing among his clan. Kerunn is suspected to
have contacts and allies among the Verbena, and quite possibly among the
Garou too. There are few other ways of explaining how even he can so easily
move in the countryside.

     Marcus Aurigius, Malkavian 6. Marcus was a capable, but thoroughly boring
administrator with the Roman government's colonial service. He would have
been an equally uninteresting civil servant in any other empire, in any
other era. This was before he met a Malkavian. This worthy was a wit and a
practical joker, and found the humourless administrator a challenge. The
Malkavian tried ever harder to get Marcus to laugh, failing dismally every
time. Finally, the Malkavian lost his patience. In a frenzy, he Embraced
Marcus, playing on him, as he saw it, the ultimate practical joke. Marcus
laughed. He laughed, screamed and cried with amusement, weeping tears of
blood and rolling on the ground at the irony of it all. To this day, Marcus
has been unable to take anything seriously. He has drifted around London for
the last eighteen centuries, playing jokes on anyone he can, and laughing at
any result. He roars with laughter if the jokes work, and he laughs as loud
if the trick backfires on him. He has had several close shaves, where
Kindred who he has pranked seriously have attacked him. He has narrowly
avoided a Blood Hunt on at least two occasions. Now, he is accepted warily
by the Kindred. No-one is keen to help or hinder him: there is simply too
much chance of him noticing you and making you a target. What makes it worse
is that he powerful enough to target almost anyone. Even Llywellyn has felt
his bite: a whoopee cushion under his seat when he came to address the
collected Kindred of London raised several chuckles.
     Marcus appears in his early fifties, portly and bald. He wears a hotch-
potch of clothes in differing, chaotic styles.

     Radnar, Nosferatu 6. Radnar was a Viking war-lord, who pillaged up and
down the east coast of England in the tenth century. His greatest coup would
have been to attack London, but for an accident. Radnar was a careful man, and
decided that a close reconnaissance of the area he would attack was
necessary to the success of the assault. Creeping around the area of the
Thames near what is now the Houses of Parliament, Radnar was grabbed by a
huge scaly hand. Radnar fought hard, splintering his sword on the bestial
assailant, but in the end it was for nothing: Radnar was grabbed, and slowly
drained of his blood. Then life, of a sort, returned to him in a blast of
pain and anguish. The huge monster that had attacked him sat before him, and
demanded to know who he was. Radnar had joined the Nosferatu. His Sire, the
infamous Geremos, treated Radnar with contempt. This continued until the
Ventrue and Gangrel, aided by Radnar and Geremos' other Childe, Emily
Smithwick, burned Geremos' haven to the ground around him, and scattered his
ashes into the Thames.
     After this, Radnar became the de facto leader of the Nosferatu, pursuing
a policy of selling information to anyone to satisfy his rapacious greed.
Radnar based his information net among the sailors and merchants of London.
Smithwick based hers among the beggars, thieves and whores. The latter were
more numerous, more ruthless and more widespread, and eventually Smithwick,
backed by what she knew about Radnar's dealing with a long-dead mage, drove
him from his position of leadership.
     Radnar has not forgotten this, and certainly has not forgiven Smithwick.
He remains a considerable power in London, and has frequently aided both the
Ventrue and the Tremere to spite his own Clan's leader. Radnar is large,
with a twisted back and a lop-sided face. He has a deep grating voice and
piercing eyes. He is callous, ruthless and pitiless, a dangerous foe with a
driving goal and a thirst for vengeance.

     Darcy Villiers, Toreador 7. Villiers was one of three Childer Embraced by
Elizabeth Raphael in the late seventeenth century (the other two being Mary
Haughton and the now-extinguished Martin Deane). Villiers was very much a
man of his time: practical and industrious by day (he was a successful
importer) and wild by night, enjoying wine, women and song with equal vigour
and enthusiasm. His laconic wit and delivery made him a popular party guest,
and someone whom all of London society wanted to be seen with. Predictably,
Raphael came across him at one of the outrageous parties he frequented. She
spent several hours listening as he entertained a group of people, holding
them in fits of laughter. Raphael spent more and more time around Villiers,
gradually insinuating herself into his circle, then finally starting a chase
game with him. Villiers thought that the beautiful woman was the prey in the
chase, but he was actually the prize. Finally, after weeks of coquetry and
verbal sparring, he managed (as he thought), to entice Raphael to his bed.
The power of the first time he shared blood with her was like nothing he had
imagined. He desired Raphael more than anything on earth. He was firmly
caught. After several years as Raphael's ghoul, she Embraced him. Villiers
was soon as much in demand as a vampire as he had been in life, and the new
levels of debauchery available to him occupied the next few years.
     After a few years, very few as Kindred would reckon, Raphael began to
tire of Villiers. He had few talents except trade and telling funny stories:
he was not a poet, painter, sculptor or any sort of "fine" artist. Raphael
began to find him tiresome. After a party at which he was unable to
contribute anything beyond some rather poor harpsichord playing, Raphael
simply abandoned him, ignoring all his requests for meetings, avoiding him
at social functions and freezing him out of clan business.
     Darcy Villiers spent the next century and a half in the wilderness, so to
speak. His return to clan politics occurred after the death of Martin Deane,
executed as a traitor to the Camarilla. Deane too had had a falling out with
his Sire, and had been the principal voice raised against Raphael within the
Clan. Raphael was no more popular after Deane's death than she was before,
and those malcontents of the Clan needed another figurehead. They found it
in Villiers. Villiers has enthusiastically joined with James Tremayne,
becoming the public face of Tremayne's political plans. Exactly how much
Villiers knows of Tremayne and his long-term strategy is questioned by many,
as is who is master and who is servant.
     Villiers is a short, dapper looking man, who appears to be around thirty
years old, with curling collar length hair and a trimmed van dyke moustache.
He appears slightly diffident, until he starts to speak, when his powerful
voice seems to command attention from those in earshot.

     Mary Haughton, Toreador 7. Haughton, Embraced only a year or two after
Deane and Villiers, is the only one of Raphael's three Childer to have
remained on good terms with her Sire. Haughton was an upper class girl, born
and raised in Bedfordshire before her parents sent her to London to complete
her education and to train her in social graces before being married off to
some fat landowner. Mary had always been an accomplished singer and player,
mastering the harpsichord at an early age. Once up in London, she was
invited to many parties, and carefully chaperoned, was allowed to attend.
Her clear-skinned beauty, sweet voice and charm captured many hearts,
including that of Elizabeth Raphael. She had spoken to Mary, and read her
poetry and music, secretly written in odd moments. Raphael made up her mind.
She would not allow such a one to simply become a baby producers for some
overweight farmer or country squire. Raphael arranged for Mary to disappear.
After the initial shock of effectively being kidnapped, Mary was more than
happy with the arrangement. She too had had no desire to fritter her life
away raising children and keeping house. Mary was embraced soon after. Since
that night she has remained close to her Sire, and Mary is Raphael's closest
confidante. She loves the intrigue of the Jyhad, the plots against rivals,
and the plans to advance one's own favourites. Since her Embrace Mary has
added to her musical talents, learning to play other instruments and keeping
up with the latest trends in music.
     Mary appears to be in her late teens or early twenties, and has the
classical "English rose" appearance. When with her Sire, Mary's attire
mirrors what Raphael is wearing. On her own, Mary wears the most outrageous
outfits she can find or invent herself.

     Periwill, Tremere 7. Periwill is an odd creature: he generally resembles
a rather mournful looking stork or heron given human form, with long, gangling
limbs and a huge beak of a nose. His mode of dress is at best idiosyncratic,
and often downright odd. Periwill is also an oddity in his behaviour: in a
clan noted for its hierarchy and sense of place, he is a free agent.
Periwill is old. That much is clear simply from his experience and power.
However, when questioned as to his age and origin, he will reply "As old as
all my yesterdays, and my father was my dad, my mother my mum." Careful
examiners have noted traces of many odd things around Periwill. He is often
followed by spirits, both friendly and downright nasty ones, and his aura
bears traces of both faerie and shapechanger notes. Periwill also seems
affected by a number of minor geases, that limit and control certain aspects
of his Unlife.
     Periwill is an enigma, and happy to stay like that. He was Sired over
seven hundred years ago, and was a notable occultist and hedge magician in
life. He was descended from a line that had Changeling blood on one side, and
Fianna Garou on the other. Periwill took to magic with a distressing ease
and capability. This was spotted by a keen Tremere who was looking for a
suitable Childe, and so Periwill was Embraced. The Tremere who Embraced him
was strangely affected by the experience: his grasp on reality loosened, and
he never fully recovered, eventually being killed for the safety of the rest
of the clan. Those few who have tasted Periwill's blood note that it has a
strange taste, and they could not escape a feeling of deep melancholy for
nights after drinking. Periwill is powerful than he looks, largely a result
of his unique heritage and power in life. He has developed several potent
rituals. Others have tried to learn these, but have failed. Periwill is
seldom in London, as he spends his time wandering throughout the British
Isles, watching and observing spiritually significant sites.
     Margaret Percy accepts Periwill's strange behaviour, even if she does not
understand it, as he is a valuable ally. He is probably the only Tremere on
good enough terms with the Celtic clans to be able to go anywhere in Ireland
or Scotland with risking an unfortunate "accident".

     Jalabar, Tremere 7. Jalabar was a hedge magician of some power, as well
as the son of a minor middle eastern noble. These two factors conspired to
make his life highly dangerous: his father had many enemies, and whilst they
could not, for spiritual and other reasons, attack his father directly, no
such impediment existed to attacking him via Jalabar. After many years of
danger, during which Jalabar wandered the world, hiding himself from his
father's enemies, those worthies caught up with him. Wishing to place
Jalabar forever beyond his father's reach, his enemies opened a portal,
through which Jalabar was driven, to a fate and location unknown.
     At this point, chance took a hand, if one believes in such coincidences.
At the same moment that Jalabar was launched through the portal, Margaret
Percy was performing a powerful ritual in the London Chantry. By some means,
the spell was bent awry, and rather than the intended spirit being summoned,
Jalabar, badly wounded, materialised in the circle. Percy acted to ward the
circle, then quickly established that Jalabar was dying. Her curiosity
overcoming her caution, Percy Embraced him.
     Jalabar has been in London for nearly 250 years. In that time he has
adapted a most of his magic (which was similar in form, but widely different
in detail, to the Tremere's) to Thaumaturgical forms. He possesses many
rituals that are unique. His adaptation of these has been more scholarly that
anything else: many are of little use, being designed to aid people living
in a sunbaked desert. However, Jalabar has brought with him a great corpus
of new magical knowledge, and what magic of his that is useful has pushed
London's Chantry to the notice of Vienna. Seldom does a Chantry produce so
many new rituals so quickly.
     Jalabar is a short, dark skinned man with aquiline features. His face is
badly scarred, and only someone with a strange perspective would call him
attractive.

     Laslo Radulovic, Old Clan Tzimices 7. Laslo is not exactly one of
London's Elders. Laslo is an ambassador. The League of Oradea, although
officially neutral and independent in its dealings with other Kindred, finds
it useful to have a line of communication between itself and the great courts
of Europe. Thus, Laslo spends much of his time travelling between London,
Paris, Berlin, Amsterdam and other such places. Laslo's Embrace came at the
end of the Anarch Revolt. He saw the first nights of the Camarilla and was
an outspoken critic of the plan to allow the Tremere to enter the new
organisation. The Tremere have never forgotten this. This makes Laslo's job
harder in many ways, but no one has been foolish enough to actually threaten
him for well over a hundred years. The Tremere still teach their neonates
the lesson that they learned that night: just because he looks ordinary and
isn't a Tremere doesn't mean he isn't a powerful Thaumaturgist...

     Sieur Michel de Grande-Frastolin, Ventrue 7. Grande-Frastolin was born in
the Ile de France region, around the time of the First Crusade. A younger
son of a minor lord, he had a typical noble's upbringing, being tutored in
warfare, chivalry and hunting. However, from an early age, he exhibited an
"almost monkish" fascination with books. Michel learned not only to read and
write French, a rare enough thing among nobles of his age, but also learned
Greek, Latin And Arabic! Michel took part in the Second Crusade, and stayed
for some time in the Holy Land, where his education and urbane manner made
him many friends on both sides. Reluctantly, after a number of happy years,
he returned to France. Michel spent the next few years helping his Elder
brother to run the family estates, before being noticed by a Ventrue Elder.
This Elder was on the look-out for a suitable Childe, and in the person of
Michel de Grande-Frastolin, she found the ideal person. Michel served the
Ventrue, who had presented herself as the lady of a large estate in the
Languedoc, for a number of years, first as a mortal, then a ghoul, until he
was finally Embraced at the age of forty. Michel loved his new Unlife, and
immediately found a new passion: from the histories and bestiaries he had
read as a mortal, he turned to The Book of Nod, and soon established himself
as a rising scholar of Cainee. The Anarch Revolt changed Michel. His Sire
was killed early on, and Michel became a vengeful phantom, hunting down
Anarchs wherever he found them. Through this time, his Humanity fell and
fell, until he became close to the Wassail. At this point, when he was all
but lost, he met Laslo Radulovich. Laslo led him onto the Path of Cogent
Wisdom, rekindling his lust for learning. After the Anarch revolt, Michel
settled in London, spending his nights researching the history of the
Kindred. Michel has had little involvement in politics. He supported the
previous Prince, and now supports Llywellyn, but is happy to be left alone.
This century he has published several books on the Crusades, under assumed
names, which have sold moderately well. He has also written stranger books:
a number of volumes on the Anarch Revolt have been published secretly, and
have been widely read by other Kindred.
     Michel appears in his late forties, with greying hair, a wiry physique
and deep, piercing eyes. He is a soft-spoken and gentle seeming Kindred, who
is only partly trusted by his own Clan because of his contacts with the League
of Oradea and the Mnemosyne. Michel has no time for Anarchs even now, but
has acted as a mentor to a number of younger Kindred, especially those who
are willing to undertake distant research for him. In a world where
knowledge is power, Michel could be a major player.

     Magdalena Prieur, Ventrue 6. Magdalena Prieur is the only one of
Gloriana's numerous childer who is still in London. Sired early on in the
Norman period, Magdalena was a nobleman's wife, the chatelaine of his castle,
and fully capable of dealing with bandits or raiders in her husband's
absences. Magdalena was intended to be responsible for a good deal of the
night to night governance of London, but Gloriana's older childer seemed
always to get the plum jobs. After several centuries of this, Magdalena
severed her links to her Sire, and became closer to Richard Llywellyn.
Magdalena later returned to Gloriana's camp when several of her siblings had
been extinguished. Then, as an experienced and powerful Kindred, she helped
Gloriana to control certain political elements in London. Magdalena became
friendly with Constance Beckett, helping her to adjust to her Unlife, and
bringing her into the life of the Clan. Now that Constance (in effect) runs
the Ventrue Board, Magdalena feels slightly aggrieved: after all, she is
older, more experienced, and without her help, Beckett would have succumbed
to the Beast centuries ago.
     Madalena is an exceedingly powerful Kindred: over nearly a thousand years
she has built up her power and influence, and she wields as much power as
some Clan leaders. She is suspicious of her Sire's disappearance. She
suspects Llywellyn may know more than he is letting on, and is examining
ways of finding out the truth.
     Magdalena is tall and willowy, with long black hair and a regal air. Her
clothes are normally somewhat old-fashioned.

     Constance Becket, Ventrue 6. Constance Becket was the very image of a
good Puritan girl. She worked hard, prayed hard and avoided all the ungodly
temptations that passed her way - until the day she was taken (against her
better judgement) to see a secret performance of Shakespeare's Hamlet. The
actor that played Hamlet was like a messenger of God: his every word,
gesture or breath holding his audience spellbound. Constance slipped away
from her friends and went behind the stage to see this vision close up.
Llywellyn, flushed with the pleasure of a great performance, immediately
Embraced the pretty woman who told him he was like an angel. Constance soon
learned that he was not an angel, or indeed anything Godly at all. She fell
first into terror, then despair, only feeding when her hunger drove her
beyond all control, then desperately praying for forgiveness afterward. It
is likely that Constance would quickly have succumbed to the Beast, but for
the actions of Magdalena Prieur, who was somehow able to penetrate the shell
of despair and show Constance that she might as well make the best of her
lot, and enjoy it. 
     Overnight, Constance changed. She began to learn, and to exercise her
quick mind to better herself and her clan as a whole. She began to see that
the Puritans were holding back the development of the nation, and the sooner
they were gone, the better. Constance found she enjoyed the feelings of
power and control, and yearned for more and more power. Over the centuries,
she developed the power she lusted after.
     Now, Constance administers the Ventrue board on a night to night basis,
taking most of the executive decisions and acting as Llywellyn's agent. In
addition to Constance building her own power, without threatening her Sire,
Llywellyn gains two benefits: first he is left free to rule the city, and
pursue his own policies, and secondly, unpopular decisions by the Ventrue
seem to come from Constance, not him, thus strengthen his position as an
ally to all clans.
     Constance is of average height, with curly blonde hair and a full figure.
She keeps up to the latest in business fashions and has applied herself to
remaining au fait with technology.

     Gloriana, Ventrue 5. Gloriana was a Roman landowner until her brutal
Embrace in the late first century. For the next century she was reviled and
put upon by her brutal Sire, until the night when London's Ventrue, Malkavian
and Lasombra Kindred rose up against Gloriana's Sire, assaulting her haven and
driving her out of London, to fall into torpor Cainee only knows where. The
Kindred were badly depleted by this battle, and Gloriana quickly realised
that she was the most powerful among them. Siring a small brood, she
proclaimed herself Queen of London (although she was still referred to as
"Prince"). Gloriana held onto her throne for the next seventeen hundred
years, apart from a brief interregnum during the rule of England by Lady
Jane Grey.
     Gloriana's history as Prince is essentially the history of the Kindred of
London, and is far too complex to deal with here in great detail. Suffice it
to say that Gloriana ruled wisely if not kindly. Under her rule, first the
Brujah and Toreador were permitted to live in London, initially as a balance
to the growing power of the Gangrel outside London, then later the Gangrel
themselves were permitted entry. These Clans then became rivals for the
power wielded by the Ventrue, especially the Brujah. It was the Brujah who
staged a coup that drove Gloriana from the city for nine days, while the
Brujah puppet Jane Grey ruled. Gloriana returned, and exiled the entire clan
from London, placing its leader under a blood hunt. Gloriana's hatred of the
Brujah almost consumed her: it was pure luck, and other threats that forced
her to concentrate on other things that saved her mind. At some time in the
early middle ages, Gloriana was involved in a major conference between many
different groups of the Awakened. She was deeply involved in whatever was
decided at the conference, but to this night she has not spoken of what it was.
Eventually, Gloriana grew tired of the constant intrigue of her court, and
quite suddenly left the city. Her present whereabouts are unknown to the
city's Kindred, but she is close than they think: Gloriana has joined the
Inconnu, and is now the Monitor of London.
     Gloriana appears to be in her late thirties, with luxurious long brown
hair, a classical figure and a serene face. All of this conceals the mind
beneath. Her clothing is usually conservative, and she is usually accompanied
by a bodyguard of some sort.