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SW USA: Cardinal Murat ––
The Assamite Antitribu Cardinal, Murat, has had his hands full these many years as head of the Southwest United States Sabbat. He holds one of the larger and more controversial areas and one in which progress has been the most daunteding. Between the FreeStates' resistance to Sabbat growth and the invasions of strange eastern Vampires, his effort has been bathed in failure and exasperation. Being so close to Mexico has also proven to be to his disadvantage, as it has caused multiple rivalries among the feuding Clans Major, and such factionalization has kept progress at a minimum depending on who is tring to leverage him at the time and then abandon him when it is no longer politically useful.

The worst part of it is that the rivalries which have so slowed progress are between Clans in which he is not a member, giving him little insight and absolutely no foothold form which to do this delicate balancing act. Murat is a straight-forward leader in an intrigue filled environment that has turned out to be a little to rich for even the most expert of master manipluators. It has not helped that the Loyalist population has been steadily growing in his territory (especially the reservation territories) making every two steps forward into one giant leap back. He is looking for victories, any victories, in his region to add to his list of success, a much needed justification to his superiors who are looking on with some disdain. Despite his apparent failures, neither the Prisci nor the Regent seem willing to remove him, though he fears this fatal moment may be on the horizon.

Former Bishop Mohammad al Muthim––
Former head of the infiltration effort in the Anarch FreeStates, Mohammed was the master of the streets and the wrote the new page in Underworld circles with the creation of his Crypt Son's gang, the mortal division of which was called "The Crips." While he was masterful in bring in revenue, the infiltration effort was an abject failure against the decentralized FreeStates government. When the Kuei-jin invasion brought the Camarilla to the area, he knew matters were dire and disappeared from the FreeState effort to fight them outright from the south. Sadly, Muthim grossly underestimated the capabilities of the Cathayan invaders and encumbered with fractious if not heretical packs sent to his aid from Tijuana, he and most 90% of their warriors fell in the crusade for Chinatown in what has been recently called Mohammad's massacre. Mohammed himself fell in the battle leaving the Crips in a state of disarray when their blood bonds broke and infighting among the ghouls ensued. So weakened internally by the new struggle for power, the remaining Cainites of the Crypts Sons fell easy unprotected prey to the Bloods, a hunter ghoul group of vigilante's who formed originally in opposition to Mohammed's death grip on the poorer population of ethinic Los Angeles.

DÃGON'S CREED PACK

Their fisman symbol and Sabbat sign can be seen painted on landmarks from the Long Beach Arena, Aquarium of the Pacific to the Queen Mary throughout the coastal region surrounding the harbor.

Archbishop Varázs ––
Even former Bishop Mohammad had no recollection of how long she had been a packless member of the brethren of Los Angeles. For a long time it was suspected she had no knowledge of the language and only managed to get by through telepathy for years.

Quiet and intense she made herself useful in solitary ways, but never stepped to the forefront or demanded recognition. Shy and deadly she was a student to all and a silent partner in the Jyhad. She was useful, harmless and never required rescue or assistance, so she was virtually ignored. Some suspected she was clanless, while it didn't even occur to others to wonder if she had one.

After the siege of Los Angeles, and the defeat at the Crusade of Chinatown, she stepped up to the plate, routing the Cathayans through unknown means and keeping the packs from leaving Los Angeles. Progress was such that she convinced the packs to name her their Bishop and in very early March of 2004, on the last day of Festivo dello Estinto, was made Archbishop by Cardinal Murat much to her surprise.

It is now apparent she is must be a Tzimisce, and some suspect she was operating with a nomad pack of heavy hitters for some time (Dãgon's Creed) in order to gain her successes. Others have mumbled that she is working with the Cathayans to bring the war against the Camarilla to an end. It has been theorized as well that she has been diablerizing for years and came into her own personal power only recently. Whatever the case, it is results that matter and she has garnered herself title quickly. She and her pack rely heavily on Giorg, Dãgon Creed's Pack Prest, as her Second-in-Command and personal confidant. Dãgon's Creed owns a club in Long Beach, right on the water where many Sabbat hang out. They are holding the Long Beach area and keep tabs on Sabbat territories to along the coast and northward.

Giorg – Pack Priest--
Lean and sophisticated looking, Giorg is not actually as tall as he carries himself. This Eastern European seems to comport himself with enough of that "old world" grace and dignity to choke a Ventrue or even the most self-assured Lasombra. His long dark hair is often pulled back tightly into a long ponytail, showing his widow’s peak and perfectly straight princely features. His long hands are flawlessly manicured and expressive as he tells what must be witty anecdotes to his monstrous companions in some Slavic dialect.

His eyes are the color of dark water at night, a midnight black-blue, and even his cruelest expression holds a smoldering sensuality. Though fairly quiet, if not a virtual eye-of-the-storm among his companions, the pack seem to give him great deference and absolute silence when he does deign to issue orders or offer wisdom. Commanding and hungry he gets the job done. He has the bearing of an old world king and though some may have seen him annoyed, none has seen him angry and that is something many seem to be avoiding.



Soraya The Traveler --
Soyaya, despite her diminutive height, carries herself with all the sass and fearlessness of a Troeador Antitribu, or even a Brujah Antitribu on the prowl. She has a presence and savage playfulness that offsets her doll-like coquettishness and electric pink hair. However, she has the heart and skills of a bruiser and a coarse vocabulary which she uses to great effect in insulting her enemies and friends alike.

She pulls school-girlishly at her lip ring and other piercings, obviously amused at how distracting she can be. This wicked little sister seems like she may be a prankster or a party animal, but her habits are as gory as any slasher film as can be found in her private "playroom" beneath the Naga. She has broken some of the most stalwart minions of the S&M circuit and seems to thrive on the next thrill she can extract from the pain of another. Her art is cruelty and she practices often.


Cyprian the Abbot --
Of average height and build, Cyprian is a study in beige, a blandness only offset by his powder blue eyes and gill openings along his jaw line. His shorter dishwater blond hair is tousled and slightly oily looking as though he never really washes or combs it with anything besides his frustrated fingers. He flicks it from his eyes occasionally, even if it is not in them – it seems to be a tic. His features are Caucasian, thin and pinched, like a bureaucrat on the take, accented by his square accountant-like glasses. He wears neutral color dress shirts and slacks and appears rumpled, agitated and impatient at all times. He can be seen snorting coke from his one long clean pinky mail. Otherwise, despite his white collar looks, his hands are calloused, nicked up and soiled like a craftsman’s or mechanic’s hand would be. Looking carefully , you can note his hands are webbed between the fingers. He comes off as a killer nerd.


Ilana --
Attractive, almost soft and sensual, Ilana has the look of the “fashion victim” written all over her. Her demeanor ranges from bored and detached to shy and suspicious, hovering about Dãgons Creed like a little sister more than a member. She has very dark eyes and long dignified features like Giorg, but seems to be trying to become invisible when among them. It makes her seem vulnerable, timid, almost passive. From her frequently varying dress and the extreme and changing cuts of her straight dark hair, she is a Cainite without an identity and screams “neonate” to the veteran eye. Giorg and Cyprian seem to keep an eye on her; Giorg like a father and Cyprian with a jealous reptilian greed.


Gaafa – Master of the Hounds --
Massive, muscularly built and nearly 7 foot tall, but with a strangely bent posture at the upper shoulder that seems as if his head juts too far to the front. He wears a vest and pants, both black-brown dull leather of some kind, with heavy cap toed boots. He is tattooed from the eyes down to his exposed chest and upped shoulders and arms with midnight blue swirls and primitive patterns. He has stretched lobe plugs and piercings on each ear that make them seem larger than they should be if not a bit fringed. His teeth, while straight seem to be jagged filed and unusually large and flat set into his lantern jaw.

When he affects a yawn, his thick lipped though shark-like mouth opens wide enough to swallow a human head. He has bony protrusions on his elbows and what appears to be a ridge of leathery lizard-like spikes leading to them up his forearms from his wrist in a ridge. His flat black eyes seem to have a deadness that is only belied by his feverish almost maniacal amusement at the discomfort of others. Somehow the pupils don’t look right at all, not in shape or size, but in the way they reflect light. He leads a team of 2 beasts (hounds?) on heavy chains at some events. Gaafa speaks seldomly, more prone to gutteral grunts and short remarks, but despite his menacing nature seems to take an amazing amount of lip from Soraya with infinite patience.


The Hounds: Beasts of War --
The animals look like a cross between a boarhound or a small bear or even maybea a Komodo lizard, having jagged claws that jut out dagger-like and a mouth full of teeth, sharp fangs and all, that the most vicious werecreature would envy. They have a shaggy streak of oily fur along their shoulders and down their back to nearly their hindquarters, with the rest looking like a dark blown-black pitted leather. When oggled too long, they will both turn in eerie unison to look back at you as if they are deciding not whether or not to kill you, but just how much they can eat. There is a cold, animal cunning glowing in their baleful yellow stare. Their long, slit nostrils flare and puff snorts of steam past their tusks, as your scent is taken and memorized.

The Hang Out --
Dãgon's Creed controls a club in Long Beach called The Nãga, a restaurant, bar, dance club on the water off Queensway in Long Beach. The facility caters to the Goth, Industrial, Freak and Fetish crowds that serve as food and entertainment for the local Sabbat enclave. All Sabbat are welcome and graffitti can be found on the landmarks in the territory that they hold that carries their sign - the fish/man god, Dagon, the Sabbat Sign and the letters "NAGA." It can be foundon the Queen Mary, Long Beach Arena and the Aquarium of the Pacific. Different nights is a different crowd at The Naga, but the crowd still rolls in despite missing a few along the way. It's suspected that the Dãgoni have their talons in several other club along the coast including Relsease the Bats and the bizarre goth roller rink WUMPSKATE in Venice. It's believed they operate through a rather bizarre ghoul named Rhino who orchistrates it all (pictured above right).