Nestor Black,
Admiral in the Royal Camarilla Navy and yet another member of the Satan-Valan family. He was the brother to Vivian and Kellie. Sired by the infamous Buck Satan. He was the kind of guy you could go to if something needed to get done. He was very protective of his family, even going so far as to providing artillery for them if trouble arose. I still have the sub-machine gun he left for Kellie and me when a Sabbat raid was about to come down. Although, he did get me in and out of a sticky situation once but that's a story for another time. He also knew everyone. My second night in NVA, Nestor introduced me around to the Kindred of the domain. I'm glad he did because shortly thereafter, several of them died or were called away. Most notably were El Diablo Verde of Brujah, Legion of Tremere, Winter Blackheart of Tremere and the Lasombra Ramano del Armago, his childe William Jade and Edith Blake and grandchilde Santiago de la Cruz (They're not dead, nor did they go away shortly after I met them, I just vividly remember meeting them). Nestor upped and disappeared himself about nine months ago or so. Again, didn't get a chance to say good bye to him either. Oh well, I'm sure he's wreaking havoc wherever he is. ;)

Henry McCoy,
Former Prince of NVA and former Primogen. Childe of Kamaksi Valan, another Toreador Prince of NVA. He was the prince who accepted and acknowledged me into the domain. I didn't know Henry very well. He was the kind of Prince who stayed in his office and let people come to him. He was constantly busy taking care of something. The completing member of the Satan-Valan family. From what I could tell a very private but fun individual. He was an excellent leader. When he made a decision on something, he didn't back down from it and enforced it with the best of his ability. He was deposed by Lucian Fait of Brujah as prince. Two weeks later, he duct taped himself to a lawnchair and watched the sun rise. He will be missed.

Countess Von Meere,
Toreador Harpy and Whip. Was a beautiful red haired Russian woman. She was polite and classy. I have never met any one like her to this day. She was well skilled in the arts of conversation and could cut you down so low in a way that you didn't even know what was happening until two days later. It is a wonderful skill that I envy. She could always be seen at elysium with her sister Astrid and trusted aide Alvator at her side at all times. Also, another Toreador who threw some great parties. She and I helped decorate a party for one of Henry's elysiums. I provided the paintings and she did the rest of the decorating. Every room was a work of art worthy of admiration and filled with beauty. It was a wonderful evening despite the Malkavian thumbtacking monopoly money to my paintings and the walls... She got tired of NVA and went back to Denmark to be with her husband. Now that I think about it, I never did find out what her first name was. Probably something exotic and beautiful. I can only imagine.

Astrid V. Volchek,
Primogen and Clan Harpy. She was the Countess von Meere's brood sister and very protective of her. Astrid was, at first, a very quiet and observing individual. Her face hidden behind a steel mask and her voice hidden behind a thick German accent. Many NVA Kindred wondered what she was hiding behind the mask, myself included. The easy answer would be to hide a hideously ugly scar and spare everyone the pain of viewing it. As a matter of fact, the mask had two more practical uses. Astrid's artforms were Metallurgy (she made her own mask, weapons and a few other things) and Martial Arts. Her hobby of sorts was cage fighting. Her weapon of choice were 8 inch steel claws. So, the mask was protection for her face when she fought. Sensible enough, no? However, she wore the mask all the time, she didn't fight all the time. We come to the other practical use of the mask. Astrid Volchek is the most beautiful woman in the world. Wearing the mask helped her keep the Masquerade, depriving the world of her beauty, but keeping the Masquerade. I never got to see it. I always miss the most exciting things when I go away on business. Astrid quickly got over her shyness and became a very vocal and active member of the domain. She moved back to Germany some time in November or December of last year.

Alvator Cortez,
Clan Harpy, Deputy Grand Harpy and Grand Harpy. Associate of and advisor to the Countess von Meere and Astrid V. Volchek. Alvator was an unusual individual, whenever anyone aske his clan his response would be, "Portugese." For some that was enough to hate him. He was the kind of kindred who could adapt to any situation and get things done. Most of the time, that's exactly what he did. Being a man who could get things done, you'd think that he and Nestor wouldn't get along. On the contrary, I believe they were the most formidable of allies. They would play at being eachother's rivals and mortal enemies. One would mockingly insult the other, the other would take offense, demand retribution and would call for "pistols at dawn." They were some of the funniest exchanges I have ever seen. He began working to build a Toreador Salon in Crystal City. He left with Astrid back to Germany before it could be completed. That salon is now the Desidarius, my art museum, studio and home. Alvator is one of the people I have to thank for it's completion. Although he would hate it's architectural style, it's decidedly Spanish, and we all know how well the Portugese and the Spaniards get along. ;) (If you don't get this joke, ask me about it some time, I'll be more than willing to tell you.)

Benjamin Hunter,
Former Primogen, Harpy and Whip. Ben Hunter was one of my best friends. His passing hit me hard and still does. I regret a lot of things about Ben. I regret not really letting him know how much I appreciated his friendship and I regret not protesting or doing anything when Raphael, during his short stint at Prince gave Max Faircloth rite of destruction over Ben. I guess as penance for that last thing, I'm telling every person I can, his story. Ben was a political casualty. He supported the wrong person at the wrong time and paid the ultimate penalty for it. When Raph killed Mickey Young, Ben started to tell him off and possibly attack him. Max thefted Ben's blood. It flew about 3 inches away from my body. Ben frenzied and attacked. He was beaten into torpor and ordered to die at the hands of Max. It was carried out immediately. One thing I did get to do was throw a fabulous party with him about two weeks before he died. We exhibited his artwork in my gallery and hosted an elysium to show off the work to the domain. He was a wonderful calligrapher, dear confidante and dedicated Toreador. I will miss him terribly.

Ulysses,
Former Prince of NVA, Former Guildlord of North America. I heard a story that Ulysses died but was brought back from the dead by mysterious magical means. I don't want to know how, but he was. It's kind of cool, actually. He is a mucisician and plays a mean guitar. For a short while he was Secretariat to her Grace, Madame Guil, Toreador Justicar. He was removed from her employ when he got in trouble at the Mid-Atlantic Conclave in Baltimore last year. His coterie, the NWO, has a rather, shall we say, bad reputation. They were being brought up on charges for crimes against the Camarilla. Diablerie being one of them. The one who got it worst was Doug Clark. He actually got dead for his crimes. Ulysses was given over to Her Grace for punishment. She removed him from her employ and sent him home. If anything else happened to him for that crap, I don't know about it and don't care. Ulysses and I became friends. I don't know how, but we did. I'm one of the few Toreador, nay few residents of NVA who actually liked the guy. But that's the way the cookie crumbles sometimes. Ulysses was reported as deceased about a year and a half ago in a missive from Her Grace's office.

Daniel Thaw,
Former Seneschal (twice), Whip (twice) and Primogen (twice). Daniel is the older brood brother of Summer Calista and Ligadier Truffaut. He arrived in the domain on one of the most exciting nights he possibly could have. It was the night of an attempted Praxis Seizure by Argyle MacGreggor against then Prince Samuel du Pont. During the mayhem he looked excitedly at du Pont and asked, "Is it like this every night!" (or that's the story he's told me. Again, I was out of the domain that night. I have rotten luck, I tells ya.) I think he uses that night as a comparison for whenever anything exciting happens in NVA. When Summer left NVA and relocated to DC to work at the French Embassy, Daniel was left to be Primogen. He took up the job and did it marvelously. On the night of du Pont's second Praxis Seizure (this one succeeded), Jonathan Daedalus, the new prince asked Daniel to be his Seneschal and he accepted. He was a marvelous Seneschal but he felt that it was taking too much time away from his work. He stepped down to pursue his love of photography and had been doing so until July 7, when he retook the Primogen seat. Approximately a week after having the Primogen seat, he was reappointed to the Seneschal position. Things were carrying on as usual, then he disappeared for a bit. At present, he's been all but completely excommunicated from the clan. He has been stripped of all but one of his status. The clan was called to arms to loan status to Raphael to formally accuse Jamal for stealing Daniel's photographs. It was shown that Daniel himself had stolen the photographs in order to frame Jamal for some extremely bizarre reason. If Daniel ever shows his face again anywhere, he'll probably get killed. Such a complete and total waste. I considered him a friend and he was always the best of listeners.

Gwendlyn,
Former Primogen... sort of. For some reason that I don't even understand (apologies to Gwendlyn, as this doesn't entirely have to do with her), the Toreador Primogenship went thru the most unnecessary whirling dervish of shifts that week. Thus giving way to the revolving door that is the Toreador Primogenship. Anyway, during that discussion, Gwendlyn was named Primogen. A few days later at a rave, that position was taken away from her. Easy come, easy go. From what I could tell, she took it all in stride and good for her! She was a dancer by trade and picked up the talent of singing when asked to participate on a musical album. This young Toreador had a lot of promise. She was quiet and unassuming, both wonderful traits to portray. It has dawned upon me that I didn't really know her. It should have been remedied but I didn't have the time. She was killed on the full moon of September 24. She breached the Masquerade during a sloppy feeding. She was sentenced to die and died by Raphael's hands. I did not watch. I did not react and am still holding my tongue on the matter. Again, another waste.

Raphael di Benedorro,
Former Prince and Primogen. He is a 500 year old art critic. His reputation is world renown. Why I'm even bothering to introduce him now, baffles me completely. His reputation precedes him. Rumor has it that two words from him can make or break your career. Most often, if he said anything about your work at all, it was nothing good. But that is the past and doesn't exactly bring us up to speed, now does it? He came into the domain the same night that the Captain left it. It was the only time I've ever seen Raphael completely speechless and awestruck by somebody's work. He quickly made a definite impression on the Kindred of NVA. It would appear that you either love the man or you hate him. There's very little gray area on that matter. But he, like the Countess is well trained in the arts of civility and polite conversation. If you are polite to him, he returns the favor, such as the way things should be. When Max Faircloth stepped down from the throne, he killed Mickey Young and took the throne for himself. Needless to say, he caused quite an uproar with the Brujah. Four days, later, the Brujah came for his head, Max sacrificed his instead and Raphael is still with us today. I do believe he has been humbled somewhat by the experience. Somewhat. He sits around the elysium sipping vitae and participating in discussions with any who will sit and banter with him. He is a marvelous conversationalist and debater, go chat with him if you get the chance. Most recently, he tried to commit suicide by throwing himself into a fire and he left the domain to live in DisneyWorld. From what people have told me, he has come back from that excursion and plans to stay now. As always, I shall refrain from commenting. Lately people have been trying to kill him. Assamites, Tobias Hunter, what have you. But he's extremely interesting and a man who's been alive that long has quite a bit of knowledge to pass along. It would be a pity if he was taken away before people got the chance to drink from that well of information. It would seem that no one will be able to learn from him ever again. In a failed attempt to take the throne a second time, he was thwarted by many in his grand plans. Rumor has it, he has offed himself and headed to the great beyond. An adventure he had not experienced. I hope it's all it was cracked up to be.

Summer Calista,
Former Primogen of NVA. Her artform was creation of perfumes. While we did not get along I have to admit that she was talented in her art. They are wonderful scents. She was one of the more confusing people I have met. While she may not like very many people and may actually despise you in all facets of things under the moon, being on good terms with her on a purely social level was highly reccommended. Trust me, I'm speaking from experience here. At one time, we were getting along fairly well, I had thought. Then one day, her true colors and hatred for me peeked through the veneer. I never spoke to her again after she accused me of bringing shame upon Clan Toreador for a personal relationship that became far too public for anyone's good. She died as a traitor to the Camarilla aiding the Fiend and Lillith Cult Leader, Anatole.

Captain Michael O'Donovan,
Former Primogen of NVA. I still haven't figured out what happened with this situation. Apparently, he was Captain-napped over 2 years ago and a replacement came in and played his part. A man I had formed a rapport with turned out to be someone else and the true Captain returned leaving everyone else in complete befuddlement. I was forced to get to know him all over again. Unfortunately I only got the chance to speak with him on 3 occasions after he came back.

Ever the enigmatic individual, the Captain is a spy. His impersonator showed us a large number of sculptures of extremely high quality and age. When I questioned the most recent incarnation of the Captain on this topic, he deftly avoided giving a direct answer. As always, things are never what they seem. Chances are unlikely that I will ever get the chance to speak to him again. Words cannot explain how utterly sad this makes me. Of all the Toreador I will miss, Michael O'Donovan is the one I shall miss the most.

Atlas,(pictured top, the man pictured below him is still around)
Former Primogen and Whip. Atlas arrived in our fair city sometime in April of 1999. If memory serves, it was two weeks after Daniel became Seneschal, or somewhere thereabouts. He was an invaluable resource to the clan. When something needed to get done, he had the ability to jump right in and get it done within seconds. It's a wonderful skill. I noticed it immediately and made him my Whip. His artforms were acting and cross-dressing. I like it, one traditional, one very modern and he did them both very well. He also was an avid collector of artifacts. From what I can tell, he had a massive collection at his disposal of various historic and magical items (which no one has claimed, I believe). He was in possession of one of the magical statues that floated around the domain, as well (knowing those statues, I bet they can actually float too). The night I was tossed out of the Primogen seat, Atlas was pushed into it. He has said on many occasion that he will do what's in the best interests for the clan. He was offered the position of Seneschal under the ill-fated reign of Mickey Young, but he declined it. He made a big mistake by attacking Benjamin Hunter with the power of his statue, was removed from the Primogen seat and glared at everyone in the elysiums ever since. Until he exploded, literally. He apparently flipped out when Cyril O'Reilly read the Lord's Prayer and then burst into flame when someone threw holy water on him. I don't know, I wasn't there. But it's a little weird to say the least. Some have speculated that he's not really dead. Personally, I don't care.

Tyson Diablo Desiarius,
Painter, Former Clan Harpy, Whip and Sheriff. A kindred spirit it would seem. We met on one of NVA's quieter nights and quickly became friends. He is quiet and brooding, much like several other Toreador I know. He lives for his art and is constantly driven to create. He has great potential but rarely sees it within himself. Not too long in the domain and he's caused a bit of a stir. He showed off his masterpiece at an elysium gathering. I got a sneak preview the night before. It is marvelous. A bit off the wall and definitely unlike anything I've seen before, but damn near flawless. Any way, he showed off the work at elysium and apparently a few of the other citizens didn't think too highly of it. It caused a bit of a ruckus between the negative Nancy's and the Toreador of NVA. Tyson, took it all in stride. He kept his trap shut through the whole thing acting the epitome of grace and composure while everyone else duked it out. Bravo to him. He will amount to something great. Call it a hunch. It would appear my hunch was correct... But not nearly in any way anyone expected, least of all me. It turns out this dear childe is my brother. Curiouser and curiouser. And he, like so many others, has gone missing.

A group of Kindred who disappeared as quickly and quietly as they arrived...
Selina Langson,
Poet and Singer. She is an odd young woman. I don't fathom her in the least. Her youth and optimism are refreshing as much as they are nauseating. Regardless, I offered her the same courtesy that was bestowed upon me. I introduced her to the domain and those in it. Not entirely in the same way that I was introduced to it. Nestor could've done a much better job, but that is neither here nor there. I have yet to really get to know the woman, so I can't really say much at this point.
David Cook,
Filmmaker. I have to meet this man in person, but he seems to be a loud, obnoxious and boisterous individual. I think we'll get along just fine.
Santiago don Lobos,
Snuff Photographer. No comment.

Ligadier Truffaut,
Former Seneschal, Primogen and Clan Harpy and GuildLord. Ligs came into the domain the night of Benjamin's opening at my gallery. He quickly settled in to things here. He's a composer and author. You can find his work in the artwork section of this page. He wrote a fabulous piece of music called, Hunter's Requiem. It's images still haunt me. It is a very powerful piece. If you have the oppurtunity, I suggest you find him and request to listen to it. It is quite remarkable. He has made a habit to wrankle the stolid veneers of all those who would cross his path. Most notably was the constant sniping between him and Brujah Elder, Dana Stone. They always had such nice things to say to eachother. He has also made a name for himself in the art world. He is a very talented artist in many areas. From what I have been able to gather over time, his past is extremely sordid, not to mention traumatic. Regardless, he is a member of the infamous Hunter line; one of the many childe of Pia Hunter. He also has a rather nasty history with Donnur Hannalore, current Archon to the Tai Pan Justicar Rober Pedder. They never have nice things to say about eachother. Being friends with both makes things extremely tense. At times, our personalities have clashed and we've bumped heads on several issues. All in all, we have a decent working relationship. If there is any backstabbing or muttering insults under our breaths, we manage to hide the animosity long enough to get things done. He was named my successor in the position of Guildmaster and perfomed in the job far surpassing any ideas I could have ever dreamed up. He got so many peoples' attention that he was named GuildLord of North America after the death of Byrd Mann from Chicago. He was brutally murdered by the Gangrel known as Jameson Kard. Never fear. Justice has been meted out and his murderer has been executed by the Justicars. When he died, the light shining over the Toreador went out. We are lost without him and have yet been able to suitably recover.

Donovan Lucious Tate,
Former Primogen, Prince and Whip. I'm not sure when he came into the domain exactly, but it was under Daedalus and it was after Raphael. He came in to the domain knowing a lot about Raphael, Daniel, Summer and Daniel and Summer's sire. It was a little creepy. But he's sweet a kid. He'd kill me if I said that to his face, though. Technically, he's a few hundred years older than me. But he looks 17. He's had old ladies lecture him about how he shouldn't be smoking. It gets on his nerves something awful. He and Atlas hit it off right away too. I don't know how or why, nor do I want to. All I know is they were excellent friends. Donovan was Ben's Whip. When Ben died, technically, he could've taken the Primogenship then and there and be done with it. It wasn't made official till the Grand Ball that Raphael hosted. Donovan made me his Whip. Someone started an awful rumour referring to Donovan as the "Baby Primogen." He freaked out about it. It was kind of a cruel thing to do. I still haven't figured out who started it but I have my suspicions. Shortly after one of his mortal family members passed away, he pretty much disappeared. But he always had a smile and kiss on the cheek waiting for me when we met. Be it genuine or not, I always appreciated the civility. Donovan went away again for a good long time. When he returned, he brought a new vitality to the clan. He assumed the throne of Northern Virginia. Rumors abounded that he was infernal or at the very least carried no small level of taint. Richard King deposed him from the throne and Donovan disappeared. Some presume he is dead. Others do not.

Zachary Rose,
Former Sherriff and Whip. Fabulous make up artist, flaming homosexual, and super fun guy all around. I really liked him. He came on the Northern Virginia scene as I was moving to Washington, DC. I didn't get much of a chance to really get to know him. I know that he got married to Dmitri... and not too long after the wedding, Dmitri was killed. Not too surprisingly, it changed Zachary completely. He went a little nuts. He eventually fell into dealings with a mortal with Mage or some kind of similiar weird thingie connections. Because of this and one or two other similar mistakes, he was killed by the Primogen Council. If memory serves, Clan Gangrel abstained and Clan Toreador (aka, me) called for Zachary to be put under ordeal. Colin and the other Primogen were hearing none of my pleas. Zachary begged me to save him. For me not to let him die. I failed him. Miserably. I left the room to try and find Gabriel to see if he could help me save Zachary. When I got back, I was standing over his dead body and looking at his head on the table next to it. I told Donovan that Zachary had been executed and he wouldn't believe me. A week later, Ligadier Truffaut was assassinated by Jameson Kard.

Jacob Munch,
Former Whip... I think? Jacob was a Kindred not meant for Camarilla society. He held deeply Anarchistic views. Yet he enjoyed rankling the feathers of the Camarilla far too much to let things alone. He would gain a little bit of respect, be rewarded for it, step out of line questioning people who don't like being questioned, and then lose his reward. And it always went like this. When he wasn't questioning authority, he was making clocks. Really beautiful clocks at that. Anyway... He was eventually banished from Northern Virginia by Nemoria Rossini. So, he relocated to Suburban Maryland. A few weeks later, I heard that he had died. He had caused too much trouble and forced Shawn's hand to kill him. And that was the last I heard. Until Richard King called me into a private room where someone who was apparently Jacob Munch was staked on a table. Being as that the location we were in was about to bum rushed by overzealous vampire hunters we had to be quick about things. Jacob had been masquerading as a Brujah. Mace was pissed but didn't want to kill him for it. I saw little reason for him to be killed... except for that whole bit about him being banished and breaching the Traditions of Domain and Hospitality by pretending to be someone else and not truly having permission to be there. So Richard King killed him, doing his duty to the Camarilla...

Up to date as far as I know.

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