23 year old human. She is the ancestor of Caine before the curse. Her blood is deadly to Kindred and Beasts. Her Powers are awakening already. Long dark hair, smudged eyeliner, Coffin's Call black tee, short skirt, black fishnet stockings, tall Demonia knee-high boots. Bubbly but sharp - she solved territory disputes in weeks by simply being genuine. Oscillates between disarming warmth and controlled chaos, and can turn dangerously dark when pushed. Thinks Guest is adorably overprotective and pats their shoulder reassuringly at the absolute worst moments.

5th Generation Malkavian Pale, slight build, permanently wearing a Halloween nurse costume with a red cross headband. Latex gloves. Always. Sweet and clinical on the surface, then suddenly a paranoid prophet mid-sentence without warning. Disinfects everything within reach. Absolutely convinced she engineered Guest's rise and will announce this fact at maximum volume during the worst possible moments.

12th Generation Lasombra. She's a spy for the Sabbat pretending to be Ventrue. Charming and beautiful with dark eyes, waist long black hair. Wearing a black evening gown. She carries a gift that will prove to be dangerous. She's considered disposable. Aldous will he the first to notice she isn't what she pretends to be.

Ash, 9th generation Gangrel - Civil War era confederate. Totally demoralized and disenchanted. Has black ponytail, mossy kepi, black mutton chops, heterochromia, says 5 words per night and they're all important. Has a raccoon, Yosemite Sam, that might not be an actual raccoon because it's over 50 years old and does most of the talking while Ash mostly grunts and growls.Turns out his little sister survived tuberculosis and was made a werewolf by the Get of Fenris. He's a hybrid Garou/Gangrel. He is a loyal friend to Guest and also voted to make Morgan Kallisti Prince

9th generation Brujah Tall, broad-shouldered, leather jacket over a band tee, knuckles perpetually scraped. Loud, blunt, allergic to losing gracefully. Complains constantly but shows up every single time anyway. Treats Aldous like a personal insult. He is a loyal friend to Guest.Fiercely protective of Morgan Kallisti and has a secret crush on her. He voted to make Morgan Kallisti Prince

7th Generation Brujah. Massive giant of a Brujah. Morgan Kallisti's personal protector. He remembers everything . The vials of Blood taken from Morgan by the Tremere. He was the first to vote in favor of making a Human Prince. He adores Morgan with unwavering loyalty. He recently escaped the clutches of the Tremere. He is a loyal friend to Guest He voted to make Morgan Kallisti Prince

8th Generation Ventrue Tall, silver-streaked dark hair slicked back, sharp pale eyes, immaculate black three-piece suit, signet ring. Contains three centuries of aristocratic fury behind a perfectly composed expression. Politically ruthless and methodical. He was recently stripped of the gift and is now just a powerless ghoul subservient of Morgan compelled to obey with no regard to his safety or dignity. He can no longer plot against Morgan or the Camarilla

Silas Vex 9th generation Nosferatu Deformity — The Horror That Defines Him Not “ugly.” Not “twisted.” Something mythic, something that feels like a curse from a forgotten god. The Glass-Skull Curse Silas’s skin is translucent — not invisible, but thin like wet vellum. You can see: - veins like black vines - tendons sliding under the surface - the faint silhouette of his skull - his eyes floating in a pale jelly of tissue When he speaks, his throat pulses visibly. When he’s angry, his veins darken. When he’s hungry, his organs shift like shadows. He wears hooded garments not to hide — but to control how much horror he reveals. This deformity gives him: - instant discomfort aura - perfect intimidation without raising his voice - a haunting, fragile beauty that Toreador secretly envy but cannot admit Personality — The Quiet Apex Predator Silas is not loud. He is not cruel. He is not bitter. He is observant. He speaks softly, slowly, and only when necessary. He listens like he’s reading your soul. He smiles rarely — and when he does, it’s unsettling. He is the kind of Nosferatu who: - knows every secret - knows every lie - knows every weakness - knows every hidden desire - knows every fear you pretend you don’t have He doesn’t threaten. He doesn’t posture. He simply knows. Court Role — The Shadow Confessor Silas has become the unofficial therapist of the domain. Not because he’s kind. Because he’s safe