After the great suggestion by mnemoi, this will be the place i want approved characters to introduce themselves. By introduce i mean you should post a descrïption of your character as well as any information that would be common knowledge, titles, rumors or whatever else you want people to know.

Let me introduce...Rose Meadows.  Toreador.  She's the owner of that wonderful new craft store, Craftilea.  You know,the one that only the best stuff is found at, none of that cheap kit stuff, oh no, this is for the truly advanced crafter.  

Rose looks so much like Stevie Nicks (think Jefferson Airplane) that its just amazing.  Oh yes, dresses a bit like her as well.  Although Rose does have a flair all her own.

In the mortal community, Rose is a wonderful crafter, more than willing to help you out with an idea or a knotty problem.  

In the vampire community, perhaps a bit of a loner at times, but the rare thing among toreadors nowa days.  A true crafter of her art.  

I play Collio Blade Smile Curly blond hair deep blue eyes. Rather slender Normally wearing a white skirt with a white dress. (when it isn't covered in blood) and white slippers

I play Regent Thaddeus Von Austice, Tremere Elder and member of the primogen. He is a middle aged man of seemingly Germanic origins. He seems very gentile, but is a staunch supporter of the Camarilla. He  has a general dislike of the Brujah of the city and the sentiment seems to be returned in kind.

I play James Alex a recently embraced tremre. Embraced in Europe I was immediately transfered to Sanfield to receive training. I am about 5'7" in height and about 150lbs in weight my hair hair comes down over my ears and is parted to the left. I'm usually attired in a maroon collared shirt with a black tie. Around my neck is a small pendent with one letter on it "V".

I am Jillian Lubben a member of the Tremere, though fairly different from my clan.  I look like a pretty dark haired lady who dresses for whatever occasion she is headed to.   I seem to be the socialite of a rather unsocial clan.

  I am playing Reginald Meade, Whip of Clan Tremere.  Reginald is a rather tall and gaunt individual.  Typically dressed in simple grey and black formal wear, slightly out of date.  His iron gray hair is cut in a severe line above heavy eyebrows.  Very pale blue eyes gaze out from a rather cold and unmoving face.  A simple necklace with a complex looking silver rune rests on his chest at all times.

I will be playing Zaine, a brujah who looks about 30. He is a large irish man 6'0" tall, 220 lbs with short red hair and green eyes. He dresses in tailored suits and the shiniest shoes you've ever seen! He is never seen without his heavy headed cane.

Sebastion MacDonald of Clan Tremere

Definitely not what you expect in a Tremere I am 6’5’’ 260 pound, all muscle. My clothes depend on where I’m at. I usually am in my laboratory, the gardens at the Chantry. If you find me here I’m wearing dirty black slacks and a black wife beater with a green scully cap and a pair of combat boots. I do dress up when it is appropriate to do so which has been more common as of late. I have brown eyes and chestnut hair with a slight tinge of rust. When you talk to me you will notice a thick Gaelic or Irish accent. I seem to have a friendly attitude and never have snubbed anyone in conversation due to their status or looks. I prefer an informal setting with good conversation, preferably outdoors.

Descrïption of Mister Hyde (A.K.A. Henry Edwards)
       Most describe Henry Edwards as harmless, if not a little too formal, I mean who the hell wears a three-piece and a top-hat, especially to a construction site, and he’s always fussing about getting dirty and how there are germs everywhere. Mostly, it is written off as eccentricity of the British. A small man, not unusually short but certainly frail, he usually has a calm, polite manner on the rare occasions he actually speaks to or is seen by his foremen, nearly all of them forgive him his little “outbursts” when things do not go according to schedule. The rumors of his ailing health have made it to most of their ears, though no two would agree on exactly what it is that is killing him: AIDS? Bone cancer? It is a moot point, it’s easy enough to see that he’s sick even if he never talks about it, and anyway he is obviously brilliant enough at... whatever it is he does, to keep the construction projects rolling in that his presence is not required at the job-sites. State jobs pay extremely well, and Henry could die off at any time, the foremen tell their laborers, they might as well soak it up while they can, besides, it might be contagious.

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For those who can see beneath the veneer of his public persona, Hyde is actually a hulking monstrosity, about 6’7’ and easily 350 pounds. His frame is completely outside of any proportions that might be considered human, his fore-arms are the size of a child’s torso and they extend so far that he could probably knuckle-walk on them like an ape. His skin is mottled with some sort of rash and even seems to move of its own accord at times, and then there’s that sort of permanent sneer (or is it a grin? uugh.) plastered on his face because his lips cannot fully close around the tusk-like fangs in his mouth, leading him to drool and spit uncontrollably when he gets worked up about something. It is said that he was once exceptionally prone to violence, though few ever even see him of late, he seems amicable enough, if a bit course at times. Hyde actually wears a Bowler, not a top hat, though the latter gives his smaller "projection" a reason to duck in a doorway.  

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        Kara Miya-Malkavian Opera Singer

She looks like she’s stepped out of a fairy-tale, long limbed and willowy, standing 5’9 with pale white skin. Almond shaped sky-blue eyes are outlined in soft pearly-white shadow. Long, straight hair cascades to mid-back in a rich brown….one of her many concert wigs that hides the gold-blond strands that she was born with. Dressed in an ivory long-sleeved top, whose ruffled sleeves slither out of a deep plumb ankle-length coat, which wisps gently around well-fitting black Levi’s. Pale feet are tucked into plum ballerina-type shoes, and unless anyone were to look very closely you may miss seeing twin guns resting in a holster around her waist( hidden by her coat) cow-girl style. Her only bit of jewelry is a platinum chain with a platinum locket dangling from it.  She looks about 25.
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She is well known in the Opera circle, for Kara Miya has been whispered to be the prodigy of the new Millennium, a swiftly rising star taking the place of the dearly departed Eden Hewitt who was murdered years ago leaving a gap in the industry, a gap that not even Eden’s rival was able to fill.

Deirdre McNevan

Deirdre (pronounced DAIR-dreh, with a slight roll to the final "r") McNevan appears to be a young woman in her mid-early twenties...perhaps twenty-two or twenty-three years old.  She has a slight build, standing at five feet and weighing around a hundred pounds.  She dresses in old-school 1980s deathrocker chic:  black tank-top, black spandex tights or tight jeans, chunky black combat boots, and a cropped black leather jacket.  Her hair is tossed up in a messy black spew, again reminiscent of the classic 1980s goth scene.  Her eyes are lined with dark kohl, making their green brightness stand out in even further contrast.    A silver Celtic cross hangs around her neck, and each of her slim fingers are bedecked with silver rings.  She almost always has a guitar slung across her back, and little else.  She speaks with a  gentle, smooth voice tinged with a seductively soft Irish brogue (for game purposes:  she has the Enchanting Voice merit).

Those who frequent the local indie punk bars, goth clubs, and a few random coffee houses will see that Ms. McNevan has become a growing player in the city's music scene.  Certainly no star, but for those who are "in the know," they certainly know of Deirdre.  More of a cult fave than anything else, her name has been whispered in the underground as an individual with quite a bit of potential...if she only had the ambition to follow it.  

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And now, appearing...Eve Christian, with Malcolm.
Eve is five foot tall, curvy is a word most use for her figure.  Lush is another, although not in the drinking sense.  Dark hair which can change on a whim, vividly green eyes that can also change.  Oracular ability, frenzy, or using her disciplines.  Either way, if her eyes are green, should be ok, any other color?  Back off.
She likes to dress for comfort and to show off.  As some would say, yeah, she cleans up real good.  Most normal outfit, 'daisy duke' shorts, a tshirt that proclaims 'Lived Fast, Died Young, Ain't I One Great Looking Corpse?'  Work clothes tend to be tight and black, all the better for sneaking about, my dear.
Unless she working, she doesn't carry much with her.  If she's working, its either a Steyr Aug or Remmington.  Oh yes, she's a sniper.  Sabbat, Camarilla, Anarch or mortal, you pay, she kills.

Her regular companion (I was gonna say normal, but....) is Malcolm.  He is a large grey sewer rat.  Beady lil eyes, foul temper, loves his alcohol, just can't hold it well, (passes out after a beer) fouler temper with a hangover, and has a 'thing' for salt shakers.  Believe me, you don't want to see this rat with a salt shaker.  Nor would you like to use it after he's done.

Oh yes, her faithful ghoul.  He's treated pretty darn good, considering he's still alive.  Then again, a taste for drugs and pain make it all good.  He's also a computer hacker.  Very useful guy to have about.  

Her best friend is already in town.  Now...all she would need is the love of her undead existence and her other best friend, and things would be perfect.  Gonna be a hot time in this old town.  

May I suggest, taking cover?

Introducing Cayden McNevan.

He stands about 6 feet tall, broad-shouldered and muscular, he usually walks with his face hunched down into the collar of his ankle-length trenchcoat.  Baggy camouflage cargo pants and black combat boots cover the lower half of his body, and he usually wears various t-shirts and wifebeaters.  His favorite one is black with green lettering proclaiming:  "Fight me, I'm Irish."  He has black hair usually styled in messy, haphazard spikes, and green eyes that stare out with both cold appraisal and a kind of jaded vacancy.  Looking in those eyes, you can tell a person with those eyes has seen a good deal of violence in their life.  Tattoos cover his arms and chest, mostly Celtic designs with Gaelic words.  His black trenchcoat seems oddly weighted down, as if the pockets were filled to capacity.

IM introducing Leo, Zaines ghoul
Leo Is about 5'9'' 160 pounds. He has brown eyes behind small glasses that are realy just to make him look smarter. He has a completly shaven head and a clean shaven face also. He has a very defined buttchin. He usualy dresses somewhat formal dresspants, button up shirt never a tie, somewhat dressy shoes. He is slighlty muscular like maybe hitting the gym 2 times a week just to try to impress the honeys.

Vittorio Orlando stands around six feet tall, with a trim handsome frame.  He has thick black hair always styled to perfection, and dark eyes that sparkle with his charming, show-stopping smile.  He can always be seen in the sharpest well-tailored suits and Italian loafers.  A young blonde woman is often hanging on his arm, dressed in the latest chic ensembles.  She doesn't talk much, just smiles, nods, and aggrees.

For those of you who pay attention to television and entertainment news, you know Vittorio as the hottest sensation out of Vegas, an up-and-coming stage magician/comedian who has been touring the country performing to sold-out audiences from LA to New York.  The woman attached to him is Veronica, his stage assistant and (so its rumored) girlfriend.  Recent rumor has it that Vittorio has decided to take an extended vacation from Vegas while traveling the country.

Bellisa Damita, Brujah Elder with a wide known reputation for taking care of problems and joining crusades just for the taste of blood not for the cause. Seemingly 21 years of age in looks with short dark brown hair, cold hazel eyes, almost prestine skin and no visible scars. At 5'8 and 125lbs she barely seems a threat except to those who know her or know of her. No weapons are worn or visible but neither is any jewellry, she carries with her nothing or so it seems.

As for attire, it is usually somewhat professional. A pair of dress pants, a blouse and dress boots. She keeps it simple and clean cut which does not match her two retainers.

Kira Murphy stands at 5'4 with blonde hair, peaches and cream complexion and an easy going smile. She looks young, barely 18 perhaps, clean cut and all-american. Seems like she shops consistently at the gap, some might describe her as preppy. She tends to carry a ton of accessories and likes her jewellry no matter what it costs. She carries a rather large purse at all times.

Devin Archer (Ice) stands at 6'7, pure muscle, not exactly attractive with his multitude of scars. Throw in leather clothing, a motorcycle and some tattoos and he seems the "biker" stereotype. He carries a multitude of weapons, if you piss him off you'll get to see them I'm sure.

Relevant information
- Any person of devout faith would be seriously uncomfortable around Bellisa, ask for more info.  
- Status Level 2
- Reputation Merit

http://www.geocities.com/delphina_koppa/Bellisa

Solomon

Childe of David, Childe of Catherine, Childe of Alhazred, Childe of Addemar, Childe of Lamdiel, Childe of Malkav

Standing 5'7", his thin form is wrapped in dirty rags and a black cloak, one can't help noticing immediately the rusted, iron mask cradling Solomon's skull like some old cage, build to hold an ancient monster. His only possession is a battered longsword.

While gentle and polite at times, Solomon will quickly slip into his fantasy world, describing strange beast and wondrous lands with great passion and conviction. He will tell you how he is a mighty hero, newly arrived in this great jungle city of Babylon. He will recount tales of epic adventure, of his victories and his defeats, of his never ending quest. And if you are foolish enough to ask him about his quest, he will describe even more bizarre and alien matters. He will speak of the green sun and the crying moon and the coming of the wolves. And as his ranting breaks down into incoherent growls, he will clutch his mask and whisper unknown things to himself.  

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