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Molly

Elizabeth Rosalind
Auldington
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Julia Auldington (Embraced 1470)
(Sire, Mother)
How can I truly speak on mother, so soon after
her recent death? She is, above all, Mother to me -
and from my understanding, to most everyone she
knew. Ironically, of all of that, like many children
regarding their parents, I can not truly say I knew
her history well.
Mother was an aristocrat's daughter whose fam-
ily had lost their fortunes due to an attack of para-
noia on the part of Charles VII while nearing his
deathbed. Charles became convinced the Mothers
family was filled with traitors loyal to the Dau-
phin, and he summerially had their finances
seized. When he died in 1461 and his son Louis
took the throne, the truth became apparent, for
Louis had no love of the family, and refused to
return the seized property, effectively sinking the
family to near ruin.
Mothers father (who I admit, I can not really
think of as grandfather) died shortly thereafter of
an unknown sickness, and her mother went slowly
insane. Mother ended up having to essentially try
to hold things together at the tender age of thir-
teen, which eventually (as expected) collapsed.
Mother, being a strong Catholic, did not believe in
suicide, but was rapidly losing hope.
As to her Embrace, a slight quirk of Mothers
line is that unlike the typical way of testing mor-
tals by ruining their lives, the line tends to prefer
to find mortals whose lives have already been
ruined through their own endeavors and merely
watch them to decide if the embrace is appropri-
ate. This had started after one of the older mem-
bers of the line decided to kill their sire for what
they did to him during this little testing period, and
decided not to repeat the mistake with his own
childer. She was embraced by her sire, Marquesa
Isabella, around 1470. The Marquesa had been
watching the various political dealings between
Charles and Louis for some time, having been
rather fond of Louis.
Mother and Father met when Isabella comis-
sioned Father to paint a portrit of Mother, to show
her how she appeared. Father complied (still in a
stage of looking for work himself at this stage).
When Isabella was called back to Cyprus to visit
her own sire, Mother stayed in France, became
Fathers paramor, and joined the Auldington cote-
rie.
Mother is, at her core, a nurterer and caretaker.
While she has a strong exterior, her true joy in life
comes from being able to guide others. That said,
she also had a harsh outlook on the world, and
exacting expectations. She views the world as a
very harsh and cruel place, and believes that any
happiness must be carved out, often from others. I
have always suspected that the reason she loves
FAther so much is most especially because of his
conflicting views on this, and his tendency to be
able to find pleasure in things. She has always,
however, viewed him as somewhat nieve.
Mother always held a hatred and contempt for
what she views as the traitorous Lasombra. She
never regarded herself as Antitribu but would
rather mark all those who went with Gratiano as
Important Personages
the Sabbat rather harshly - after all, Lasombra was
not mad when he last walked, so why would he be
now? The desire to kill the Antedeluvians is there-
fore a flawed argument designed purly as a ploy
for power. She views it as rebelious childre turning
on their sires illegitimately- something which she
views as an offense against both mortal and kin-
dred standards. She therefore threw her support in
fully with the Camarilla to oppose them. She never
accepted an Archon position herself (for several
reasons), but has long worked with Father to com-
bat them. She would embrace childer purly to be
used as infiltrators in the Sabbat, and has gathered
much information this way (as few suspect the
Lasombra). She has acted in several other ways
against the Sabbat, and has not even been opposed
to engaging in direct conflict when necessary -
though she has long tried to keep her involvement
in such as secretive as possible. Within the Cama-
rilla, her behavior gained her considerable prestige
and status, though there are many who do not fully
understand why she is held in such high regard.
Mother was deeply proud of her heritage as a
true Lasombra, and will happily point out that
kindred-for-kindred no clan has done more for the
Camarilla. She will also point out that there is no
one in her entire bloodline who comitted the sin of
joining the Sabbat (as she is decended from Mon-
tego, and both Benito and Isabella died in the
cleansing of Lasombra shortly after Gratiano
took power due to their refusal to join him.) She
has passed this pride on to all of her Lasombra
childer, and to any other Lasombra she has man-
aged to contact (including those she has men-
tored).
Eventually, it was her embracing of childer for
spy work which got her killed when her childe
Mora, who had been embraced purely as a spy,
turned against her sire and informed the Sabbat of
her practices and the location of one of their
planned meetings. Father managed to pervent
Mother from being diablerized, but could not per-
vent her from being killed. This has resulted in
considerable turmoil within the family, and a cote-
rie-wide call for vengence against the Sabbat.
Jean Auldington (Embraced 1468)
(Father)
Fathers history is far more complete in my
mind then Mothers, but yet still more superficial.
I can speak of the courts he has attended without
truly delving into his character. But getting at who
Father is as a man is a much greater challenge for
me.
As to his past, Father was an apprentice painter
who spent most of his time painting churches. He
had an amazing natural gift for realism which was
coming into vogue at the time - though his talents
where still early. While he was nearly unknown, it
was commonly felt by his masters that given time
he could out-shine many of the greats. He didn't
get very far in his career (he was barely 17) before
being picked up by the Toridor in 1468 (His sire is
Philip - I still do not know his last name, if he has
one. I have only met the man once, in France,
where I was presented rather formally to a rather
uninterested and yet small man). Afterwards, he
largely proceeded to do much the same thing he
had done previously, save that he was more fre-
quently requested to do personal portrets. His
father was also an artisan, working mainly in stone
cutting and carving, but due to his skill had raised
to be in a mostly organizational position at a time
when such work was highly prized. Fathers sire
had embraced him primairly out of passion and a
desire to have his work, as well as the ability to
sell his work off to the highest bidder. However,
his interest was fickle, and soon he discovered an
even superior painter - a young man by the name
of Jacq, whom he sumairly embraced and then
devoted all of his attention to, leaving Jean pri-
mairly to fend for himself in Kindred society.
Father moved to join the Auldington Coterie
with Mother roughly three-quarters century after
its founding, as coteries were the fashion at the
time, and the security was much needed. When the
Camarilla began to come into existance, Father
was a very outspoken proponent of it, dragging
mother along with him after the fall of Lasombra.
His history is, frankly, too long to tell. I know it
was fathers idea to bring into existance the first of
their children - Thomas, about sixty years into
their own existance. He did it for Mother at first, to
keep her from slipping into herself. Later though,
he came to enjoy it just as much.
Father is, above all else, a lover of existance.
While I have heard many stories of dark times, it
always seems as though the beast does not crawl
so violently within him as it does many others. I
have never seen an elder so animated as he in all
my life, though I sometimes suspect that is more
how well I know Father rather than being an
objective truth.
So since there is far too much to tell, I will step
only briefly on the highlights: I know that Father
first served as an Archon (or roughly so) in the
mid 1600s, primairly as an information gatherer. I
further know that it was not a role he took to actu-
ally enjoying until much later in his existance. He
would work for a term or two under an archon,
only to back away from service as they came in
and out of various positions.
It was actually Gregory who first came to the
Americas, in persuit of someone he had taken a
remarkably strong dislike to (I do not actually
know the story). He apparently settled out some
territory for himself right along the side of Vir-
ginia, and invited Father and Mother to come and
join him (as he had grown lonly over the years,
something he will readily admit). Politics had got-
ten rather rough for them at the time as well, so
they took the opportunity provided and journeyed
over to him.
They stayed with Godfery for quite some time,
and they did not actually get the family estate until
the 1860s, right about the time Godfery began to
become increasingly frustrated with Camarilla
politics, a fight which eventually drove he and
Father to need more space from one another.
It was, from then, not until the early 1900s that
they spoke commonly again, though I have heard
that when they did finally work through their dif-
ferences they managed to do so quite completely.
Fathers life has been, by and large, defined by
his persuit of happiness. He is, above all else, a
celebrant, on a constant quest to find new forms of
enjoyment. I have heard that in the past this has
led him down many dark roads, but that bit of con-
science within him has always been strong, and
even over the years has kept him much closer to
men then most.
I know, that of the elders I am aware of, he is
certianly the most passionate. I believe my father
loves me. I believe it even as he drives me to frus-
tration with his endless protectiveness. Of course,
now that he has given me more of a leash, I find
myself terrified, but I suppose that is the nature of
things.
((OOC notes: Jeans demeanor is chamilion,
and his nature celebrant. In general, he is remark-
ably humane for an elder (generally hovering
around Humanity 3, though recently having gone
to 2 after the events with Julia) He has a calm
beast, and has focused much of his life around
happiness. He does care for Molly rather deeply,
and part of the reason he agreed to all this so that
she wont see what he thinks he is likely to
become. Jean adores legalities and playing them,
and he also understands their more subjective
aspects. He can be prone to an elders pettiness but
generally keeps it within defined limits.))
Richard of Auldington
Meeting Richard is the first time I can ever truly
remember feeling that dark knot of terror rise up
within me - the first time I faced something which
forced my mind to truly rebel and to realize that in
my present state (for I was mortal at the time) that
I was nothing but prey. I was the barest child of 11,
still learning even the most rudimentary of cour-
tesy and proper behavior. I was still quite unaccus-
tomed to visits of any sort outside of my
immediate family. I had some minor exposure to
my siblings - but that had been the extent of my
kindred exposure.
It would be many years before I understood why
my parents believed my introduction to him was
the wisest and safest course of action while I was
yet so young, or why I was sent in with little warn-
ing nor introduction. I came later to understand
that it was not, as I had been led to believe, merely
a chance visit - but something which my parents
had been expecting for years.
Richard was a man which, by modern standards,
was rather short and of slight build. I do not know
what it was about the man - dressed almost drably
in a simple suit almost as I would expect the ser-
vants to wear - caused me to have to struggle not
to shake like a leaf at the politest introduction. I
almost did many things - I almost cried, I almost
screamed, I almost fainted - but I did none of those
things. Instead, I walked over to him properly and
curtsied properly, and when he held out his hand
for mine I gave it to him graciously and with a hes-
itation which my current level of experience says
is somewhat improper but which my training at the
time thought was quite prompt.
I did not, despite my temptations, attempt to
hide behind my mother's ample skirts - though I
did see that my fear caused her to have to exercise
her own restraint in not running to me. Instead, she
did her best to look reassuring, and I admit it was
only the ease which my own family displayed
which kept me from panicking
I do not fully understand, to this day, how this
display managed to get me into Richard's good
graces. From our brief conversations later it was
some combination of having the sense to recog-
nize what he was on sight and the fact that given
that recognition I didn't run away screaming.
Apparently, both of these pleasantly surprised
Richard, and he has been mildly fond of me (as
much as he gets such) ever since.
Over the many years which have passed I have
had the opportunity to meet many kindred well
above my station, mostly through my parents.
Still, Richard is the only one who has completely
eschewed the trappings of mortal morality who I
have had the opportunity to speak with at any
length. Through his own words and also through
the words of my parents, I have come to some
basic understanding of the philosophy under
which Richard runs his life, and by extension what
my relation to him is.
While my last name is Auldington, I am not a
true member of the Coterie - nor shall I be until I
am older and more powerful. The coterie is the
group Richard considers his allegiance to, and
only second to that the Camarilla. While Richard
himself used to frighten me, he also has introduced
some of the concepts which have helped to hold
my beloved family together. While Richard has
certainly not extended to me the consideration he
feels is due to the coterie, or it's (and thus his) pro-
tection, what he has given me is still something I
hold intensely precious. At the night of my presen-
tation (which Richard attended - as he tends to
attend all such events) he fell on one knee and
offered me a vow that he would never intention-
ally harm me. Of all of the gifts I was given on that
night, there are none I hold more dear. It is not that
I walk around my nights fearful that I would do
something to try Richard's wrath, but the level of
trust he placed in me when he took those steps was
more deeply meaningful then any number of
expensive material things.
We have hardly spoken since. Richard's vow is
good - and he does not mince words with his oaths
so I know I have nothing, even indirectly, to fear
from him. Still, while he has never missed a family
event, he is often aloof and distant. Since mother
was killed, I have heard of more oaths he has
sworn then I have ever heard of before.
Godfrey told me that Richard was in love - or
felt he was in love - with Mother. In fact, it was
likely that, and an oath he took in 'his foolish
youth' which led him to not only join the Aulding-
ton Coterie, but to never bring the matter up with
Father. When I was bold enough to bring this up,
ever so carefully to Richard, he paused for several
minutes before responding. "I loved your mother.
Yes, it was my foolish youth - but I do not regret
it."
I have heard, since Mother's death, that for the
first time Richard is thinking of taking childer.
Godfrey is the one who told me of this, and he tells
me Richard always used to mock my parent's way
of taking children, and he does not know if this is a
good sign or a bad one that after all of this time
Richard is considering of siring for the first time.
Godfery of Auldington
Of all of the elders which make up the Aulding-
ton Coterie, Godfery is the one I know the least of.
Technically, Godfery refuses to submit to the
Camarilla, even though he follows many of the
beliefs on his own. Godfery seems deeply to wish
to cling to happiness and to believe it is possible,
and has hatched many ploys to try to prove it. In
this, the only 'successful' one has been the Auld-
ington Coteire formed in his relative youth. For
him, the coterie is not only a collection of allies (in
which it serves quite admirably) but is also the
expression of his desires. He has been disap-
pointed so many times before, most recently with
the Anarch movement, which he threw consider-
able support behind for quite a period of time, only
to see it devolve from a philosophical movement
into disorganized barbarism (his term).
There is another trouble Godfery has: unfortu-
nately, while Godfery has sired many children
(about two dozen), only two have lived up to the
standards of the coterie, and most have gone off
and gotten themselves quickly killed over what-
ever idealism initially attracted Godfery to them in
the first place. Only six survive (one of which
being very young), two of which are in the Auld-
ington Coterie, one who desperately wishes to be
whom Richard considers inferior, one of which
has essentially gone off on his own and not looked
back, one of whom joined the Sabbat who Godfery
wishes to kill, and one of whom is still very young.
Godfery, to me, has always been a strange
though supportive figure. He has taken an interest
in me on several occasions, though we have not
yet spoken at great length. He has been known for
being drawn to the young ones (as he refers to
those childer who are too young to have made a
decision yet as to our future in the Auldington).
Recently, with mothers death, Godfery has
changed quite considerably. He is reportedly con-
sidering now more seriously joining the Camarilla
formally, mostly out of anger against the Sabbat
and a final disgust with the Anarchs. I do not know
if his final decision has been made or not on this
matter. Regardless, he marches against the Sabbat
with Father and Richard. He was not particluarly
close to Mother, but I have heard he has taken the
matter intensely personally never-the-less.
Sarah Auldington (1955-1971)
Sarah was the child who directly proceeded me.
I have been told she was an adventurous sort - with
a zest for life many parents would have disap-
proved of. Still, you where always the indulgent
parents. When Sarah managed to become pregnant
from one of her playmates, far from being upset
you where thrilled. It was the first time the idea of
grandchildren became a possibility.
So when Sarah was murdered by Lorette - a
rival of Father's - over some slight. Well, I have
heard you mourned as we mourn Mother now -
though with far more anger. Apparently, Lorette
had entirely failed to comprehend the significance
of our family. She never denied having Sarah shot
down, but merely brought up the political point
that since she was not a ghoul, and definitely not a
childe, the worst she could be censored for was
destroying a retainer - and considering Sarah had
no known artistic talent to Lorette's knowledge,
she was skeptical of if even that could hold.
Lorette had almost half a dozen childer at the
time, and many more grand-childer and decen-
dents. Hunting down and destroying most of them
in various political (and less political) ways took
over two years. Lorette did little to help her
childer, seeming to think until the end that her vast
political status would prevent Mother and Father
from acting against her directly. It was foolish of
course, though it did likely save several of her
childer, as it was quickly realized that killing them
was causing her very little concern.
Now, I know the truth of the matter is that there
was a fair deal of politicking which occurred to
secure what appeared to happen. But I know the
result as it appeared to kindred society: Father and
Mother killed Lorette with their own hands, in
public, and received no censure, the authority stat-
ing simply that they where exacting proper ven-
geance. While they had no access to her property,
it was treated by the Justicariate as though Lorette
had killed an actual childer of Father and he was
merely carving out his due.
And so our family, through tragedy, has gained
another small measure of security.
Of course, as a side-effect, others tried to curry
Father and Mother's favor by hunting down the
remaining of Lorette's childer. It came to the point
where one (named Mario) eventually tracked
down Father through a contact of his and pleaded
with him to publicly call off the hunt - which
Father was truthfully happy to oblige. While hunt-
ing down all of one's relations is a good intimida-
tion move it is also absolutely awful - not all of
Lorette's childer had been such monsters, and
while Father and the Coterie had chosen targets
more carefully, these secondary praise-seekers did
not really understand the motives - though even
their additions served to further strengthen the
power of intimidation. Still, I know Father and
even previously Mother still carried the heavy bur-
den of regret for what transpired. They wonder if
they pushed too far. The ability to lay a credible
and terrifying threat is an absolute necessity to cre-
ating any haven of peace within kindred society -
but I do not believe they felt they did Sarah's mem-
ory any justice in their retribution.
In some ways, I believe I may have been almost
a form of atonement for my parents - or at least a
way to regain their humanity after the slaughter.
For almost as soon as it was concluded two years
after it began, they found me. I heard they used
only the utmost care from there forward, and I
strongly believe that much of the gentleness I
experienced from all of my family was in part a
reaction to that bloodshed.
((Note: While the bloodshed stopped in 1973
from the perspective of the family, and was
brought even more formally to a close in 1976
when the family publicly declared they had lost
any interest in perusing the line at all and politely
informed others they would no longer look fondly
on news of their deaths, that doesn't mean there
aren't still very paranoid grand-childer and great-
grand-childer (as most actual childer are dead)
who are still very concerned (see:afraid). A few
have made a very public show of denouncing the
actions of Lorette, others are just afraid that the
wrath of the Auldington will eventually swoop
down and finish off the job and thus try not to
draw attention to themselves. Ironically, there are
surprisingly few serious enemies towards the
Auldington which grew out of this. The family
itself was very careful in who they choose as tar-
gets, and most of the kindred powerful enough to
really pose a threat to the family are also old
enough to view their reaction (trying to extermi-
nate the line rather then letting the childer go) to
be perfectly sensible. Some of the childer, notably
those who have tried to very carefully contact the
family (noting Mario's success) have managed to
be relatively reassured. Still, especially some of
the younger and weaker childer without the cour-
age to follow that path are very afraid - having
very recently seen as many as three generations of
their sires killed in one swoop, and then having to
endure several years of being a political target.))
John Auldington (Embraced 1892)
While John is my youngest surviving sibling, he
is also the one I met last in my life. John is, in
many ways, an exemplar of the Toridor clan.
From the time I was a fairly young girl I have
been warned about John - about his charm, and
about his occasional viciousness. I admit, even as
the years have passed, I have seen no hints of this
in the times I have gotten to know him. He has
always seemed to me, above all, a rather gentle
artist. I have been told that is unwise to continue
believing - by Mother and Father both.
It was at my debut that I first met John, as he
came to give me a gift - a fine peice of his metal-
work, which is his artform (he, unlike all of the
rest of my immediate family, does not play an
instrament with any real degree of proficiency).
We spoke for about ten minutes before Father
came over and borrowed him away for a conversa-
tion of their own.
It is not, it should be noted, that John is on bad
terms with any of my Family - he is not. It is just
that he is (according to Father at least) extraordi-
nairly maniplutive, and rather good at it. I admit,
while he does not give me nearly the chills Rich-
ard does, I can see it in his sharp bones if he does
nothing to conceal it.
Johns history was, beyond that, much as I was -
raised on the mannor, and then through a formal
debut process. More then any other two, we have
quite a lot in common. He was, however, raised
during a somewhat harsher period in Mother and
Fathers history, and I have been told he learned
many somewhat harsher of Fathers habits, while I
have been generally sheltered (Id say somewhat
overly so).
Regardless, I can not speak much on John, other
then to say that I have been largely warned away
from him, but that all of my encounters with him
have been incredibly pleasant. He has, I have
heard, marched against the Sabbat just as the rest
of the family has and is reportedly quite destraught
over Mothers death.
Benjamin Auldington (Embraced 1809)
Ah Benjamin , my middle and most beloved
brother - the other Lasombra of our brood, and
now one of only two within the coterie (not yet
counting myself, as I am still too young to
include).
Most people see Benjamin as strict, formal, and
perhaps overly old-fashioned. But the truth of the
matter is far more complex. While John was
always kind to me, I was warned very early on to
be careful. No one ever felt need to give me such
warnings with Benjamin, and he was in fact the
only one of my siblings I actually knew as a child.
While I was pleased to become Lasombra to fol-
low in Mother's legacy, I admit that it was sharing
a bloodline with Benjamin which was the reason
why I hoped my bloodline would go this way. I
love both Father and Mother in equal measure, and
see so much strength in both of them - but Benja-
min was alone in the bloodline (save for his own
childe), and in my somewhat childish perceptions
of the world, I always imagined that must be hard
for him. I am, I admit, additionally thankful of my
bloodline since Mother's death. I would not put the
sole weight of such on his shoulders, though I real-
ize my ability to assist in carrying such burden is
as yet remarkably small.
Benjamin takes genuine pleasure from systems
and rules, and has learned how to manipulate the
Camarilla system as well as mortal systems with
an expert hand. He is not as strict as Richard in
some of his interpretations of honor, but he has a
way of understanding both the formal and infor-
mal structures on which decisions are made. As he
takes a genuine enjoyment of both rules and eti-
quette, he tends to respond well to them, and to be
able to turn them against others who breach them.
Benjamin is, for all of his manipulativeness, rather
straightforward. His methods remind me very
much of Socratic questioning - you often see the
pits before you end up in them, but yet the result
seems inevitable.
But there is another thing which he always
seemed to understand very well: how little girls
thought, and how the women they grew into would
think back upon things later. If I were to pick one
person in the family to trust, it would be Benjamin.
Father would do what is best for me in all cases -
but Benjamin would do so in such a way as to
assure I understood what was going on. Benjamin
would treat me as an adult, even though I may not
yet deserve it. Father has let me have my small
failures only for the point of teaching me - Benja-
min would give them to me because he would not
assume his way was destined to be right, and to
see where my decisions would take me.
Benjamin, of all my siblings, values Honor the
most when compared to Morality. While he has
not entirely committed himself to this path, it
would not be at all in opposition to his nature to do
so, nor would it be a surprise. This has only gotten
more harshly true even since the beginning of my
own lifetime. My brother had decided on a
woman, named Victoria, who he had made the
choice would be his wife. She was a Ventrue, and a
fairly young kindred. I met her once - which says
truly how serious this arrangement was, as I was
still mortal at the time. I liked her instantly - she
was beautiful, beautiful enough to leave father
staring rather awkwardly at her for several min-
utes. She could sing, which pleased father
instantly, and her business sense was apparently
quite remarkable. She was also fairly kind, and as
a young kindred she still thought enough to bribe
me with a cotton candy machine and a tennis
bracelet with little rose quartz and amethyst
stones (a gift which, in retrospect, might have
offended my mother with its tackiness had I not
been so insanely pleased with it.) She was the
most human kindred I had ever seen, and I took to
her almost instantly. Mother's reaction was slightly
warm, but I was told later that it was partially
false. She did not view Victoria as good enough
for her son, which was a bit harsh I suppose, but
also very like Mother.
Had Victoria survived the marriage would likely
have preceded my presentation.
There are those who say that there are no hunt-
ers any more, at least no serious hunters. Well, I
have learned better. There are still hunters of many
sorts, and it was they who finally got her. Appar-
ently, she poked her nose far too deep into the
wrong directions and was caught for it. I do not
know the details, but I do know Benjamin was out
of his mind with anger. He killed them all, and not
pleasantly from what I understand. He did not
even tell the family about it until after it was all
done, and he came sulking back to the compound
looking awful, having blown most of his assets in
his rage.
Then he fell into grief, and this is when I really
got to know him. He stayed at the compound for
almost three years, slowly recovering. It was from
him I thus learned the limits of vengeance, and
also experienced the grief of final death for the
first time. I had grown rather fond of Victoria, and
while it may seem terribly childish that I would
dare mourn with him, he took well to it. He would
tell me all his stories about her, and I would
always listen to them, time and time again, as he
told them. It is not that our parents were uncaring,
but Mother had never really taken to her, and
Father seemed to feel leaving him to himself was
best. Benjamin would tell me stories, and make
sure the servants fed me, but otherwise kept me
close to him from the time we hit just past Christ-
mas until Easter came.
Benjamin also taught me, in a rather roundabout
way, much of what I knew of kindred. I had never
been allowed to see my parents die for the day -
but I was not so restricted from Benjamin. He was
the first kindred I saw lose himself to the day, and
the first which I saw cry blood tears. He was, in
essence, the person who truly broke the Mas-
qurade in a rather concrete sense for me.
In retrospect, I have no idea why my parents
thought it wise to leave a fairly young child in the
presence of a half-crazed kindred, and it is one of
the very few times I question whether they truly
had my best interests at heart, or if Benjamin took
prescidence over those days - not that I can argue
the results. I did not realize at the time just how
broken Benjamin was when I first saw him. He
was never the same after that, but I do not doubt
that it would have taken far less provocation then I
was able to provide to truly snap him.
Benjamin has never truly regained the warmth
he had from when I was a child. The event found
something permanent in him, and broke it in a way
I am not sure will ever really recover. I do not
blame him for it, but he is cold now, and would be
somewhat frightening had I not grown so accus-
tomed to it. He does not look human anymore, and
while he does not carry the chill with him which
Richard has his presence can still be sort of off-
putting. He has a choice to make soon, regarding
whether to try to regain the warmth he once had,
or to try to cross over to Richard's road. Richard
has already offered to train him, though has
explained that he fears Benjamin's will is not
strong enough. It is in this debate that Benjamin
has largely fallen out of contact with the majority
of the family, though I wish to reconnect with him,
and may in fact attempt to do so. While Abiah and
John are my siblings in name, it is Benjamin that I
truly feel close to. Before he left, he told me that
he felt the same, and that while I may not yet be a
member of the coterie, he would always consider
me family, and as such included. I genuinely care
for my brother, and I think even in his more recent
coldness, he genuinely cares for me as well.
I realize I have not mentioned much of Benja-
min's childhood - and that is because these more
recent things are what weigh on my mind. Benja-
min's childhood was, frankly, much as mine. He
was the first time my parents really took a child
under their wings as an infant, and from there the
story proceeds along similar lines. It is not that his
years in various arbitrator positions are uninterest-
ing to me, nor his consistent activities at conclave
- but they are not what rests on my mind at the
present. Will Benjamin even ever return to that?
And if he does, how frightful a creature will he be?
I have heard he has decided to join the family in
the hunt for mother's killers, though I know that
among the Family he was perhaps the least close
to mother, especially as late. No one has told me,
of course, where anyone will be located. I am too
weak a link, but I have heard that Benjamin is not
expected on the front lines. It is, frankly, consid-
ered an ill choice to put any of the Lasombra in the
line to the front, as we are too tempting of targets.
My speculation is that he is likely handling a more
political angle, but I am not privy to such.
Abiah Auldington (Embraced 1672)
Abiah is the eldest of my family's surviving
children. While there are many who have come
and said to me "you should have been a Toreador"
there are days I think some are tempted to say to
her "You should have been a Brujah." This is, of
course, meant in absolutely no way as a slight to
my sister, nor is it meant to imply that she lacks in
artistic talent - for it is well known that my sister
outshines me in several of her chosen instruments.
What is meant by this, however, is that in many
ways she embodies the ideals which that clan has
held dear - both in the past and in the present.
My sister was born to relative poverty, in con-
trast with the majority of my siblings. She gar-
nered father's attention due to only one thing: her
rather striking resemblance (as striking as one
could have at the tender age of five or six) to my
mother. She was essentially a street child, and in
an act of impulsiveness father decided to take an
interest in the child's life. Father had Abiah taken
in by one of his retainers, who were thrilled with
the assignment I'm sure. He had her bathed, fed,
dressed, and had a rather reluctant tutor hired for
the rather unruly child.
In truth, I have heard stories of perhaps half a
dozen other times father did something like this -
taking to a young child thinking that it would be
his next childe. In general, one of a number of
things happened: father tired of them quickly and
they essentially became part of the servant fami-
lies; they died early due to some unavoidable cir-
cumstance; or mother rejected them. I know father
also killed one of them while in blood rage, though
it is a story he detests speaking of. Abiah avoided
such a fate on the basis of only a few striking
things - first was a perfect ear for music, which
managed to garner father's attention. The second
was that mother, in a slightly uncharacteristic fash-
ion, took to her strongly.
Abiah did not grow up the graceful young
woman my father had hoped for. Instead, she grew
up with a fiery temper, which reflected both
through her music and through her rhetoric. She
was (and in many ways still is) a radical thinker,
though the times have now more then caught up
with her in terms of the social movements of mor-
tals, among Kindred she is still somewhat a radi-
cal. The years have vastly tamed her by
appearances, but in relaxed settings her views
come out quickly enough, and her ability to orate
her positions is an artform in itself. Father
embraced her, as mother still was opposed to
embracing those who did not fit with the tradi-
tional Lasombra form at this time, but really,
Abiah was mother's choice more so then father's.
Abiah was very fortunate to have my parents to
train her and support her in effective ways to cause
effect within kindred society and among mortals.
While our parents likely taught her as it is simply a
survival skill, Abiah has used it throughout the
years as a weapon for her causes, and it is likely
only due to the care they took with her that she has
not caused for herself more problems than she
already has. Abiah has apparently managed to get
herself into trouble so many times across the years
that my parents actually started keeping count and
collecting boons from her for it. (Neither mother
nor Father would tell me how many times this
was, but both expressed that it was considerable
enough I shouldn't worry about it.)
It is common, among our family, to retain some
strong ties to humanity as we age, but Abiah is an
exceptional case. She has, at times, striven to
heights of morality, and I do not know her to ever
have dropped to the depths which even Father and
Mother have descended to at times, let alone
flirted with the beast. Abiah maintains a code of
honor, as all of us do, but she is far more guided by
her morality then by her honor, and in fact her
honor and her morality have become tightly inter-
twined as the years have passed.
Abiah spends much of her time in support of her
various mortal causes, and has on more than one
occasion provided significant backing to those
mortals who support her causes. It is not really
Abiah's way to create situations which push her
own views forward directly, but for those who
have already committed to a course of action, her
support can prove significant.
This is not to imply that Abiah has not become
jaded as the years have passed, or that she has not
become bitter in regards to many things. Ironically
though, it is kindred for whom she reserves most
of her agitation. Originally, it was the near-fossil-
ized elders who garnered her ire, but when she fol-
lowed Geoffery (the Brujah Elder) in throwing her
support behind the fledgling Anarch movement
out in California, only to see it crumble to chaos,
her cynicism extended to kindred in general. As
such, she is only rarely present at Kindred gather-
ings, and while it may not be apparent to those
gathered, she almost always has a purpose to her
actions when she deigns to visit such things. The
coterie, for the most part, has been spared the
majority of her scrutiny, though it is difficult for
me to be in her presence without feeling that I am
constantly being judged. She abhors John, and has
given me condemnations of him which far outstrip
the caution advised by my parents.
She has taken out her ire as a scourge on several
occasions, and occasionally as an Archon, though
she sometimes finds her conscience hurting when
she takes such positions, and will leave her posi-
tion if she finds it pushed too far. She briefly tried
serving as Prince of the (at the time) small city of
Flint, before walking out of the position a mere fif-
teen years later due to the increasing mortal popu-
lation bringing in increasingly large challengers
and problems which pushed her to have to devote
her every moment to running the affairs of the city.
Recently, for some reason I am nearly com-
pletely unaware, she has developed an increasing
hatred for Muslims and Muslim countries, particu-
larly those of a more traditional bent. She rants
and raves about them pushing back 'progress', and
seems to find them increasingly agitating. Father's
assessment is that she likely has had some run-in
with the Assimites which she hesitates to inform
us of, but as I have heard her rants I notice she
seems to be ranting increasingly about the mortals,
and as such am not sure I agree with his opinion.
When I asked Charles about it, he told me that his
theory had to do with feminism. Still, I remain
unsure, but I do know that she has spent the past
few years working, primarily through her media
contacts, to sway public opinion against them.
I see Abiah only rarely - perhaps I have seen her
half a dozen times in total. She performed with me
briefly at my presentation-night, and she has
attended most of the family functions which have
occurred, but she usually does not find me of suffi-
cient interest to pay much attention. Abiah seems
purpose-driven, and rarely seems to bother to
waste much time or movement unless she is in
pursuit of some objective. She is not short-sighted
in such, but when you have the luxury of viewing
her while knowing what she is going after, even I
can see it.
Recently, she has taken to the hunt of the Sabbat
at my Father's side. I do not know what role she
serves in this, but I do know that among our fam-
ily, she is one of the stronger direct combatants.
She is also well connected in the media, particu-
larly around the Washington D.C. area.
Thomas Auldington (Embraced 1530)
Ah, my eldest brother. I, of course, have never
met him as he died in the late 1700s, but I was told
that he and I would have gotten along wonderfully.
He was a spirit with a zest for life, and in many
ways his shadow still guides the family. He was
the first of my family's children - though taken in a
fashion inconsistent with the others. He was a
young man when my father found him - the only
son of a merchant family which had lost its head-
of-household to a band of robbers, and whose
mother had fallen ill with grief. He had struggled
to hold the household together, but found things
slipping from his fingertips. The crown had
refused to offer him any assistance (there being a
bit of a grudge) and several competitors - notably
with better connections then his family - had been
rather aggressively closing in. To make matters
worse, all three of his godparents had befallen bad
ends due to a small outbreak of plague.
My father found him in the midst of this tragedy,
trying to sell silks which Father hoped to buy as a
gift for Mother. He recognized in it a story similar
to Mother's. I understand that as (what would now
be considered a child) of 12 or 13 he had taken to
trying to sell off the remainder of the stock from
the previous caravan in attempts to finance another
trip.
He was the sort of strong young soul who
Mother would have accepted as a childe, and he
had the zest for life which Father required. Due to
the politics of the time, only Father was able to
(through politicking which took almost a year to
complete) gain the authorization to embrace him,
especially since he was not in keeping with his lin-
eage's history of embracing great artists. It was
only, in fact, his passion for the fabric trade which
allowed the embrace to occur at all. Regardless, I
will not dwell upon the politics.
Thomas's mother had died during the interven-
ing years, and my parents became one of his major
sources of stability. They helped the young busi-
nessman to finance additional trips, and got his
fine silks into patronage of those high-clan Cama-
rilla kindred who could properly afford them and
helped nudge him and groom him into a fine busi-
nessman.
Sensibly, Father waited many years, coaching
the young man and acting as a patron. While
mother had been initially very reluctant to take
him in, she quickly fell to her doting when allowed
the opportunity. Thomas was about 16 years of age
when Father finally embraced him properly, by
which time he had already met many of the city's
kindred and been subtly educated in their etiquette
and ways.
Raymond Martin (1896 - )
(Mollys Ghoul)
Raymond's history, prior to his servitude to my
Father, was as a military man - the result of the
first WWI draft calling up his number when he
was only 21 years of age. Prior to that, he had been
a farm-hand, with some degree of experience driv-
ing one of the earlier gasoline powered tractors
which were sold during the mid 1910s by a man
from his farming community out in Iowa.
This background was sufficient to get him a job
in the war as a tank operator, which he was fortu-
nate enough to gain some level of experience with
prior to acquiring an injured leg which took him
out of the war. There is some personal story
involved in all this involving a woman he was
engaged to having ran away from home during the
time he was out at war to the city of Chicago,
where my Father initially found him. He never
found the woman.
WWI was, from both a kindred and mortal per-
spective, chaotic. There were many kindred, par-
ticularly those of a Sabbat persuasion, who had
taken to using it as a cover for all manner of activ-
ities. On the Camarilla side these offenses tended
to range from creating unauthorized childer and
claiming them from a city which now lay
destroyed, to (the most common offense) using it
as cover in perusing the final death of rivals, often
those normally out-of-reach. The Sabbat were far
more direct. Often opportunistically going after
cities which had been attacked through the war
and attempting to move in and hold the recently
decimated territories. Whrites also ran rather
wildly through the areas in which the Sabbat had
moved, and these 'bloody mad-men's' exploits
were starting to push against the masquerade even
in war-torn places. Many small cities had been left
with a hole in leadership, as most of the elders
used the opportunity to go into hiding rather than
deal with the turmoil directly, particularly after
some of the more enterprising youngsters found
how effective the new weapons of war could be
against those much their elders.
Father was not one who typically spent much of
his time dealing with such directly violent matters,
though of course he previously had garnered some
expertise with the hunting of the blood through
necessity, but the scale of the events during this
war-time had gotten such that even he could not
really avoid going head-long into the conflict. So
he did as he could be expected to do and began
gathering for himself a group of fairly experienced
combatants to work with him. Some of these he
pulled from Kindred society, often using those
who had managed to badly socially indebt them-
selves or those who were accused of crimes as
one-time events which he could have some ability
to pardon. But more importantly to his cause was
the recruiting of a new collection of ghouls for use
in combat and investigation.
The discarded veterans from the war made up
the primary pool which father drew from. Who,
after all, were as often as not sent back out into
society without resources nor recourse. Father
would promise them good, reliable work and most
would come along easily. I have no idea the exact
numbers which father pulled. From Raymond's
estimates (as he came in somewhat earlier) there
were perhaps two or three dozen in total over a
seven year period. Three survive until the present,
with fewer than six making it through the years
which immediately followed. Father was not
casual with their lives, but the work which he
asked of these men tended to be exceptionally dan-
gerous, and on a couple of occasions maddening.
They were used primarily for hunts, including in
later years running daytime Sabbat hunts under his
orders but without his supervision. Those who sur-
vived the first few years were also used for recon-
naissance gathering, often hundreds of miles from
Father, and further for mild forms of mortal
manipulation.
Raymond did well in proving his worth during
these years, enough so that he was largely pulled
back from the actively combatant roles and put
into a position of resource acquisition and plan-
ning. He proved himself to have a rather healthy
sense of self-preservation, particularly in contrast
with the ghouls who would often do starkly
unwise things in attempts to win Father's praise.
For Father, there was only a couple scant years
of relative peace between WWI and WWII, so
busy was he with cleaning up the messes left over
from the first war. WWII was of a very different
nature for him and his ghouls, because WWII was
the war which introduced the first real terrors to
our society. Never before had there truly been
weapons which could lay to waste even the elder
kindred without warning and without recourse.
While the tanks and heavy weaponry from WWI
had been suitably horrifying, it could be scaled
mentally to some of the more wretched of the
Tremere arts, and was generally at least limited in
location and capability. Explosives were abso-
lutely horrifying, but there were simple physical
means one could take to keep them out of one's
presence.
Airplane-deployed weaponry changed that, and
that is to say nothing of nuclear weaponry, which
was a horror unleashed upon populaces of all
sorts. Needless to say, this was a true threat, and
one which all Kindred - even the half-mad Sabbat
- had sense to see the danger of.
Or rather I should say, the vast majority of kin-
derd. There will always be those who cannot look
at something without seeing the potential for gain
in it, and no matter how high the stakes will take it
upon themselves to attempt to control and acquire
it.
It was those kindred who Father now hunted,
leaving the more mundane matters of patricidal
childer and monomancy to those younger Archons
who now were flooding the ranks.
While no edict was ever laid, those kindred who
did not possess the political clout and appearance
of sanity to be considered safe while in control of
aeronautic weaponry quickly found themselves
under investigation for all manner of things. It was
a particularly dirty period in Camarilla politics,
but one necessary to clean up much more substan-
tial problems of overly-armed childer. Even the
humanists amongst the kindred could hardly dis-
agree that keeping such things out of the hands of
the irrational was worth paying quite a high cost.
Father had a delicate hand, but in the speed
required to keep down such possibilities a rather
severe approach was required.
Such efforts also served to further disengage
kindred from control of politics in general to some
extent, as contacts often had to be killed directly
rather than carefully subverted. I do not know, and
Father has never told me, how much of that
ground was able to be gained back, but given the
stories I have heard I suspect that some of the
damage was in fact irreparable.
Raymond's role in all of this was diverse. Kin-
dred-hunts were far less common, though some-
thing he maintained his skill in, but much more
subtle hunting of influences was consistently vital.
From my limited understanding, he spent much of
his time digging through military records of vari-
ous sorts and trying to figure out what connections
existed. This era, above all else, is when he truly
gained Father's favor. My father has always said
that it does not take much of a man to kill another,
but that figuring out who it is to be killed to actu-
ally solve a problem, rather than merely displacing
or exacerbating it is often a much more complex
matter.
I do not know if these matters could ever truly
be considered 'cleaned up' - there are still endless
and near-constant scares involving the ease of
access to this weaponry, and it seems that the gen-
eral political angle taken by kindred has been in
regulating airspace heavily and in keeping it as
'someone else's problem' at all cost - often those
Sabbat-run areas.
Raymond and those other able-men who joined
him became sort of an unusual niche in Father's
arsenal. It is not, of course, unusual for an Archon
to have access to some form of combat-focused
ghoul, but father's small and well-trained army is a
rather exceptional example of the trend, particu-
larly among Archons which are more socially
inclined, as is my Father.
Raymond himself is still among the eldest survi-
vors of this group. And of those, by far the most
comfortable in Kindred society. When Father was
dragged into some Sabbat-hunting at the request of
the Justicariate, Raymond was among the small
group which went with him. He is also often set to
tasks which involve either the tracking of
resources, or even spying on kindred themselves.
He has acted as father's eyes on occasion, and has
long been amongst one of his more trusted com-
panions.
Still, to father at least, he is just a servant - noth-
ing more - something which has long grated on
Raymond. While Samuel and Peirce enjoy a rather
unique, almost camaraderie with Father, Raymond
has been unable to garner such despite his long
years of trying. Increasingly, it has become evident
that this has been beginning to wear on Raymond
to such an extent that he is showing the very first
signs of becoming mildly unhinged. While previ-
ously, he had experienced no particular conflict
with Samuel, over the past two years their rela-
tionship has considerably soured, with the point of
Raymond coming near to blows during a particu-
larly heated argument. He had also began to take
on somewhat more desperately showy behavior -
not at all uncommon for a ghoul, but extremely out
of character for Raymond. He began picking up
the Piano, and at one point began tracking several
kindred's assets without my father's instruction,
attempting to route out a problem my father had
been unaware of.
Such things are not yet at a point of being dan-
gerous, but they are worrying. Raymond has
always been one of the most stable of ghouls.
While father always ensures that those in his
household are aware of the bond so that they have
some ability to attempt to fight off its more mad-
dening aspects, Raymond has long been an exem-
plary of such behavior. Only Peirce has been
known to regularly keep better control.
When I was a little girl, Raymond was one of
my first guardians. I spent my entire life sur-
rounded by one of them or another, as after the
unfortunate incident involving Sarah, my parents
had become rather cautious. Raymond was
selected at the time for his level of control and his
manners, which could be exemplary when he so
choose. Raymond himself enjoyed both the rest, as
well as the special role such a task seemed to con-
fer upon him. I, for my part, always adored him. It
was a rather mutually beneficial arrangement.
Father's choice in placing Raymond with me
now has many motives: he believes if left in his
Household, Raymond will eventually go mad. He
wants to send someone with me, and he believes
Raymond is eminently capable, and both of us are
already quite attached to each other. Father thinks
Raymond will be able to regain control of himself
entirely as soon as he is allowed to have a more
personal relationship with his domitor, and he has
proven himself valuable enough over the years to
make such pandering to his desires worthwhile. I,
for my part, am not about to oppose - though as a
Sabbat-hunter Raymond is extraordinarily quali-
fied, and I sometimes worry that his absence will
lead Father to more trouble. Still, he is an almost
impossible gift to turn down.
And I do have intentions for Raymond which
will suit him. He will become my master of house,
the one I will use to manage all the others save my
lady's maid. Initially, of course, he will have to fill
the bodyguard role more directly - as I am not
foolish enough to not see just how dangerous a
city New York is. But over time I hope he will be
able to learn to delegate. I will have him train
other bodyguards. Father has warned me that it
will be quite some time before Raymond will be
comfortable enough to place me in the hands of
another ghoul, and that I must be very careful to
oversee any 'training' I allow him to administer if I
inform him that he is training my bodyguard in
advance. Still, I think that with proper care the
arrangement will be quite amicable.
I have been warned this year may be slightly
rough for Raymond, with him leaving Father's
presence. I have been told to be unusually gentle
with him at this somewhat delicate time. Ray-
mond, for his part, has been marvelous. I do not
know if he is truly pleased with the arrangement,
but he seems to be able to understand (at least
before it has been done) why we feel this is best
for all of us, himself included, and to have thrown
himself promptly into the making of arrange-
ments. He has asked if he will be continued to be
allowed to call me Molly (As Peirce and Samuel
call my Father "Jean", though all, even her Lady's
maid, always referred to Mother more formally). I
have granted this, and it seemed to please him. He
also requested to be allowed to proceed me to New
York, to make at least our initial arrangements
there. I will send a letter of request to the Prince
asking for such. He is used to making arrange-
ments for Father, so his request didn't seem
unwise, and if needed I can change my arrange-
ments later. I know he is, to some extent, currently
testing his boundaries with me, and that eventually
I will need to begin denying his requests, but I am
willing to give such a useful and dedicated asset
some leeway in his actions. His tendency to over-
achieve has already been seen previously, but I am
in little position to truly oppose this.
He is an amazing gift. Probably one of the
better ones I have been given.
External Notes: Raymond is loyal both to her
father and to her family as a whole. He has been
with the family long enough that all of its quirks
really go without mentioning to him, from bowing
formally to kindred when in private, to various
forms of address which are proper at different
times. He has an understanding of Camarilla soci-
ety which exceeds most neonates, and a particu-
larly thorough knowledge of kindred law and
politics. He also has a non-trivial amount of
knowledge regarding the Sabbat and its practices,
as well as a more limited understanding of its hier-
archy and tactics.
His understanding of the military and military
organization is actually somewhat outdated, but
what he has gotten very good at dealing with from
his years of keeping things in order is bureaucracy
of all sorts, along with a handful of other unrelated
investigation skills.
Raymond is very experienced with and comfort-
able with his ghoul nature. He has been ripped up
more times beyond a mortal's ability to survive
then he cares to count, and has learned not to panic
when dealing with threats which can come after
him with flesh-crafted creations (usually),
wrights, and other creepy vampire tricks. While he
is not a pyromaniac of any sort, when cornered his
favorite weapon is fire in all forms - he always car-
ries a small can of aerosol hairspray and a lighter
on him, which he credits with saving him on more
than one occasion. Raymond has a lot of vampire-
hunting experience, and has developed an almost
morbid sort of humor regarding the subject. He is
not particularly easily intimidated by kindred, par-
ticularly young kindred, because of this.
He is a little bit of an 'Alfred' like figure in terms
of formality, but with a more live sense of humor
and a somewhat more aggressive (and almost
cocky in the right circumstance) demeanor, with
just an edge of a ghoul's obsession with garnering
their master's attention.
Mollys Character Sheet
And Assorted Notes
Note: Blue shows the current sheet. Grey shows the eventual goal sheet.
Molly's Code of Honor
Molly's code is pretty much taken off a slightly modified version of the Path of Honorable Accord. Some of
this Molly just grew up with, but the reason her code is quite so obvious a rip-off really stems from her deep
admiration of Richard. These codes are listed in order-of-importance to Molly.
The Code:
1. Never Break my Sworn Oath
2. Never bring shame to my Family/Line/Coterie
3. Never Betray someone I Trust
4. Never Fail to Avenge an Injury
5. Always Repay Debts
It needs to be noted that Molly's code only applies to other beings she considers 'people' - and her view of that
is fairly similar to medieval nobility. The 'common folk' don't count. This means her code of honor doesn't
have any relevance to dealings with mortals, and is only tangentially (if at all) applicable to ghouls/servants.
The Sabbat and many non-Camarilla vampires are also in an odd spot, and it would really matter if she
thought of them as 'dishonorable' or not.
The exception to this is #1 - Sworn Oaths are made to oneself - not to another individual. Breaking an oath is
therefore a crime against the self, rather then a crime which has anything to do with the person an oath is
made to. It wouldn't matter if she made an oath to an ally cat, she would consider it binding.
Further Explanations on her interpretation of her code:
Never Break my Sworn Oath
This is pretty straightforward and absolute. While Molly is not a path of honorable accord follower, it would
still shake her sense of self if she was put into a situation in which she was pushed on this. She does not make
such oaths lightly (at all) and such oaths must be made with the intent of invoking this personal rule (if she
was dominated into saying the words, the results would fall more under the 'fail to avenge an injury rule' then
this one.)
Never bring shame to my Family/Line/Coterie
This is not straightforward at all and is the one which Molly worries most about. This one is also fairly
uniquely Molly in that it is not something all (or even most) of the coterie members have as part of their per-
sonal codes. Molly is not technically a member of the coterie, so it is much harder for her to 'bring shame'
then it would be if she was further in. So, in the most absolute sense, this refers to major violations - joining
the Sabbat, breaching the masquerade, or anything which would indicate that her sires didn't know what they
where doing when they raised her (obvious and major social faux passes, blatant showings of weakness, etc.)
Molly tries her hardest, however, to actively keep up all of the precepts of the coterie, even if she acknowl-
edges she is far too small and weak to really do it. (Molly has a grossly warped view of her own power posi-
tion.)
Never Betray Someone I Trust
This is another heavily interpretable, and one of the most important to keep in mind that it only refers to other
'honorable' kindred. If she hoodwinked a Sabbat member and was sure of their actions, even though she
'trusted' their options, she'd be proud of herself if she screwed them over, not upset. Likewise, manipulating
mortals is just what vampires do - nothing wrong with that.
Basically, this is a rule never to throw away the chance at a genuinely good working relationship or friendship
to develop. It is somewhat similar to the 'never break an agreement' from Honorable Accord except that it
only applies when Molly believes the other person is going to fairly carry out their part of the deal. It also
applies, more broadly, to not throwing allies 'under the bus' so to speak (Don't screw over your friends).
Molly's variant on this particular code is frankly friendly.
Never Fail to Avenge an Injury
This applies only to things which Molly considers serious injuries. This is, frankly, highly subject to interpre-
tation and Molly does not have a fixed set of rules in mind. That said, it generally applies to things on the
level of 'killed my ghoul' or higher (keep in mind a ghoul is property to Molly, no matter how much she may
like them). This rule is meant to discourage injury - not to beat every social faux pass into the ground.
This rule of hers terrifies Molly, and she has never actually had to follow it - well, until she comes to New
York as part of her plan to avenge her Mother's death (by trying to keep New York from the Sabbat - which
she feels horribly unqualified to do.)
This rule is based on the Coterie adage that to allow an injury to go unanswered is to show weakness, and to
show weakness is to invite the predators to circle and strike. Vengeance must be severe, public, and ideally
fairly rapid. Molly is, in her own mind, really not cut out for vengeance - so this is definitely along the lines of
something she must do rather then something she wants to do.
Always Repay Debts
Again, only honorable kindred apply for this rule. Unlike Honorable Accord, this does not require debts be
paid back immediately - but it does require they get paid back fairly, no weaseling out allowed. It also means
if something happens such as the death of who she owes a boon to, she is still liable - (though it does give her
the luxury of trying to figure out how to re-pay the boon rather then having someone else able to declare it.)
There are also some debts Molly can never repay - notably to her Mother and Father. Nothing short of repeat-
edly saving their lives would even begin to repay that. So, in that, she is very much along the lines of 'honor
your mother and your father' which falls under this ruling. (Though not enough for her to always give in - oth-
erwise she wouldn't be in New York, in that case, she had to, even over this rule.)
The Auldington Reputation
This section provides generalized information on the Auldington Coterie
The Auldington, as a group, do not generally advertise themselves intentionally, but because of some of their
patterns of behavior they have a tendency to make themselves apparent from time-to-time. (Notably, taking
the last name "Auldington" or "of Auldington", and acting as a group in some situations.) Most Camarilla
elders have at least heard mention of the group, and those who have been around during one of the times the
coterie has moved as a group are unlikely to forget about it. People who are well-acquainted with the Archons
may have heard mention of the coterie. (Cam lore 4+) People who are familiar with Camarilla Lasombra also
are more likely to know of them. People with a lot of vampire contacts may also have heard of them.
Still, this is a small group, and as it does not engage in any sort of regular large-scale actions other then
defending its own, it is mostly a curiosity at best.
Heard-of knowledge:
"The Auldington is a very old Coterie, dating back to at least the early Camarilla days. Its members are all
at least moderately, if not very, powerful.
"The Auldington have at least one member - Jean Auldington, who is a long-standing Archon of some
power. He is currently working under Madame Guil primarily doing internal investigations work. He is
widely regarded as a much more 'moderate' (read: less harsh) then Guil herself.
"There is at least one Lasombra in the Coterie, said to date back to the original founding of the Camarilla.
(A fact known mostly for its novelty)
"Killing a member of the coterie tends to anger the other members of the coterie. This is generally a bad
thing.

Some Knowledge:
"Technically, Jean is the only well-known archon in the Auldington Coterie, but Richard (the Ventrue) has
also been known to do occasional archon work, and several of the 'younger' members (several elders in
their own rights) of the coterie have had at least brief stints as archons. Two younger members are also
currently 'lesser' archons which are publicly known.
"The Auldington's vengeance is legendary. The most recent incident is when a mortal who Jean had
selected to be his future childer was killed by a Toridor young elder. The entire coterie responded rather
severely, cutting down the majority of two generations of the elder's childer before finally killing the elder
herself. Even after the Auldington had stopped, others continued to hunt down the line and the elder's
associates (as many as four generations out) for many years after. Despite multiple appeals to the justicar-
iate on their behalf, Madame Guil seemed utterly unmoved and refused to step in to help the line, though
some local Princes did punish some of the non-Auldington kindred for their involvement in the slayings.
"The Auldington coterie members all take on the last name "Auldington" or "of Auldington."
Knows about:
"The Auldington stem from a high-clan coterie shortly before the founding of the Camarilla. The coterie
claimed a small territory in a moderate sized town called Auldington which has since been re-named mul-
tiple times. There where seven original members - four (or three if knowledge is very current) surviving to
the current day. The coterie is made up primarily (though not exclusively) of their descendants.
"Several of the Auldington will refer to each other using mortal familial terms, but there doesn't seem to
be any mortal family ties between them. They seem to 'adopt' each other. Laughing at this within hearing
distance of the coterie can be a very bad idea.
"Despite the Auldington's close ties to the Camarilla, there are a couple of members who are autarkis as
well. Godfrey (one of the elders) was a prominent Anarch supporter for some time, and may well still be.
There are no members in the Sabbat, and suggesting that there may be pisses them off (as you might
expect from a group with so many Archons).
"Julia and Jean are rather well-known paramours, who have reportedly been together since prior to the
dawn of the Camarilla.
"Julia, a Lasombra, has also done work which has gotten her considerable (but very quiet) prestige within
the Camarilla - to rival Jean - though she has never officially accepted an Archon position, she has
received offers.
"While the Auldington's vengeance is legendary, it is not all there is to them. The coterie tends to be fairly
humane given their ages, and also seems to have some hard-to-distinguish code of honor. It's said that
Auldington members never break their given word.
"The Auldington are actually fairly social to those who know them. Jean has hosted some truly amazing
solons, Godfery has been known for providing support to several causes he feels worthy. Many of the
younger members are also impressively social. Many of the Auldington seem to enjoy throwing parties.
Knows pretty well:
"The Auldington have a morality which seems to be an odd mix of Humanity and The path/road of Hon-
orable Accord. There are definitely variants on it between different members, but the basic tenants seem
to be honoring one's word, loyalty (though to what is questionable) and mutual protection. It's said some
of the members may in fact actually just follow Honorable Accord.
"The Auldington's vengefulness is meant as a deterrent to prevent them from being perceived as weak and
is not actually a gut-reaction to being attacked. This actually tends to make it far more dangerous - though
more predictable. More then once kindred have attempted to use it to destroy rivals by framing them for
events which they are innocent of. This has been caught occurring at least four times. Naturally, the Auld-
ington do not take well to it.
"While there is not exactly a fixed pattern of behavior for the Auldington, the traditional punishment for
slaying one of their members is the death of the killer (the actual killer - not just the 'tool' they used) and a
couple generations of their lineage as well as potentially some of their associates. Punishment for 'lesser'
crimes against them tend to be more creative but almost always fairly public - fairly eye-for-an-eye but on
a large scale. (One Toreador who blood-bound a member of the coterie in attempts to weasel their way in
close to the Auldington found themselves fully blood-bound to an exceptionally repulsive Nosfaratu who
they had previously managed to severely offend.) For 'minor' infractions, the Auldington will frequently
provide support to a rival.
"This vengeance isn't blind rage. The Auldington tend to go after those who would be the most likely to
commit similar crimes, those who are 'dishonorable' (ie are not on a moderately high humanity or path of
honorable accord) and those who have some sort of shaky association with the Camarilla.
"If you are not the actual aggressor on an Auldington coterie member, but are somehow associated with
one (such as it being your sire or grandsire) if you make an appeal to the Auldington, they will almost cer-
tainly not go after you. Publicly denouncing the actions of the individual and a letter to the effect of "I sol-
emnly condemn the actions of my <associate> and wish to disassociate myself from them. I am sorely
sorry for your loss, and ask that you please focus your attentions on the actual perpetrators of the crime" is
often enough to suffice. (Though most people who do not understand the Auldington don't believe this for
a moment, and are far more likely to think of it as a quick way to draw their attention.) Running and hid-
ing over the course of their vengeance (which usually lasts only a couple of years) also tends to be effec-
tive. Being disliked by the perpetrator can also save you (such as being a resented childer).
"There is one fairly 'famous' case of a Settite being framed for killing one of the younger Auldington - a
known rival, having pressed for the removal of the Settites in the city. At first, it seemed as though the
Auldington behaved normally as members of the Settite's lineage began to disappear and be killed. Two
years later after things had settled, the lineage of a given Ventrue was beginning to disappear and their
property be taken or destroyed, until eventually the Ventrue himself was called to a conclave and charged
in the death and executed. The Settites where later discovered to be alive, well, and with some of the Ven-
true's property. The Settites have generally refused to speak publicly about the incident.
"Not all childer of the Auldington members become Auldington themselves - actually, only a minority do.
"Ironically, the coterie lost their ancestral home in the 1700s when a rival killed the elder member who
was living there and claimed the domain. The Auldington killed the intruder, his childer, and everyone
who was involved in the attack. They then just left. The domain remained entirely unclaimed for over 30
years, until a young autarkis moved into the 'dead land' domain. He existed peacefully for 15 years until
finally routed out by a young-elder Camarilla member, who finally opened the domain back up to the
Camarilla in general.
"There is such a thing as an ex-Auldington member, though it's rare. They are generally left in peace by
the other Auldington.
"The Auldington are both more and less unified then they appear. Much of the public acting in concert is
a matter of calculated behavior. They disagree much more then one would be publicly let to believe. How-
ever, they also seem to genuinely care about each other which can result in very strange behaviors (for
vampires).
"For all they are known for their violence and their vengeance, the Auldington are actually surprisingly
slow to anger and more likely to let slights pass. They also do not tend to act if their members are the ones
who 'started it' or if the feud stays on a fairly even playing-field and does not turn deadly. They don't seem
to mind their reputation as dangerous, however.
"Jean and Julia co-sire childer.
"There is a quiet myth that the elders one-point-blood-bond themselves to each other's childer and that is
what leads to the oddly protective nature of the group, and that childer are cross-blood-bond to other
elders.
Highest Level of Knowledge:
"The Auldington generally select their future members from near-embrace, if not potentially before.
Actual Auldington members are generally Kindred of at least a hundred years (though there have been a
couple of notable exceptions) but members are often actually unofficially selected much earlier (some-
times before embrace - some rumors even say they choose some members at birth). These 'pre-members'
are in a strange spot and are watched and groomed. Some of these are given the name "Auldington"
though that's considered an honor.
"The members take oaths to defend the organization and to a more limited extent each other. There are
other oaths which tend to pass between them which tend to form the actual binding structure of the orga-
nization.
"The rough qualities the Auldington look for in their new embraces is the ability to be honorable, the
depth of their connection to the other Auldington members, and the ability to contribute something to the
whole. Personal attraction also plays a large part - especially Jean and Julia's childer.
"The Auldington's 'goal' if they have one, is simply peace and even happiness. They generally believe
Golconda to be a beautiful myth and believe instead that any sort of peace and satisfaction has to be
clawed out with powerful determination and focus. Their desire to peruse this is almost religious.
"The Auldington hold semi-regular events which members are expected to attend. The future members
sometimes are invited, and sometimes are not. Sometimes outsiders are even invited - though few stories
of what happens at them have managed to escape, they don't sound particularly interesting.
"Jean and Julia raise mortal children directly into the Auldington Coterie from birth as their sons and
daughters (skirting the masquerade in the process). Godfrey submits only those childer who he feels
would be a good fit (many of which have been rejected). Other 'candidates' are suggested by their sires for
invitation usually fairly early in their childerhood or prior to their embrace.
"The most common way for a non-descendent to come into the coterie is as a lover of one of the current
members. The coterie accepts 'marrying' into the fold.
"There is at least one instance of a kindred using a life-boon to become part of the coterie, but even that
doesn't always work. It seems to require agreement between at least the original members to bring some-
one in.
"Contrary to rumor, the coterie members are actually not generally blood-bond to one another, though
they do not mind the myth that they are as it sometimes serve to discourage others from trying to play
them against each other or to use blood bonds as a tool, and as such while they do deny the myth when it's
brought up, they generally make a point to not publicly deny it too convincingly (and even play to it occa-
sionally).
Your Majesty Prince Wright,
My name is Molly Elizabeth Rosalind Auldington, childe of the Exalted Julia
Auldington of clan Lasombra. I am twice-cherished by the Camarilla, and friend of the Toreador clan.
I request permission to enter your city on September the eleventh in the year two thousand and eight,
and to reside there for an indeterminate period of time. I request feeding rights in your city - ideally in the rack, and permission
to send my retainers in one month prior to my arrival in order to prepare my havens and property.
I further request that yourself or someone of your designation do me the trivial favor of informing me of the locations
of domains I should avoid trespassing on - especially in selecting the locations of my havens, the locations of your Elysiums, and
the time and location of any courts which are held within the domain.
For information regarding my background and history, please contact:
~ Louis DeMor, Harpy of Chicago
Regarding my most recent time spent in a large domain, and my status in Camarilla Society
~ Richard Wimblton, Harpy of London
Regarding my friendship with the Toreador Clan
~ Jean Leru, Harpy of Paris
Regarding questions of my Lineage
If you wish to contact me, please use the following:
Postal Address:
Post Office Box 34232
Washington D.C. 21313-6313
Phone (Cellular):
330-321-1391
E-mail Address:
MERA@HillsideInvestments.com
Most Sincerely,
Molly E.R. Auldington
childe of Julia Auldington
childe of Marquesa Isabella
childe of Benito de Ugolini
childe of Montago
childe of Lasombra