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THE MONSTER OF EALING
Last night, several people reported the sighting of a "screaming red monster" in a quiet neighbourhood of Ealing. After a power shortage in the area, a building caught fire. It was then when, what was described as a "man shaped, footless creature" emerged from the flames, leaping, running, and screaming. One woman has told our reporters that the man had "teeth like a wolf, and the face of the devil". Police officers are still trying to get to the bottom of this; neither the power shortage nor the fire have still been explained. A spokesperson from Scotland Yard has stated that the "so called monster" might be a wounded person, escaping the fire.

TRAGEDY IN TOOLEY STREET
The police has found the bodies of three TFL workers in the construction site at Tooley Street. One of their colleagues raised the alarms last week, when the three workers didn't attend their shifts. The bodies of the men have been found in a deep hole, uncovered by the refurbishment works that are taking place in the area. According to the Police, the bodies were horribly mutilated, which has led to the wildest speculations. The names of the three workers are being kept anonymous, following the wishes of their families.

HOROSCOPE
MARCH 8 - PISCES
You are used to making sacrifices, to prioritising the happiness of others before yours. Even though that is a noble attitude, there are times in life where the only healthy alternative is to embrace your own selfishness and allow yourself some enjoyment. Reserve one hour per day to do something you really like. Treat yourself! Your colour for this month is blue.
Echoes from the past ring back into London. Their intensity increases until they are deafening. What once was a faded memory of a glorious time, now becomes a shocking reality. The consequences of actions taken decades ago ripple into the present, altering the lives of everybody in the City. Unguided and blind, Kindred wander around, trying to make profit out of the reigning chaos.


The appearance of four mysterious figures turned the city upside down. Mistrust and jealousy became the official currency of London. Serpents and fiends rise to power, misdirecting the blaming eyes of the Camarilla towards imaginary enemies. Only those with clear vision and the ability to trust each other strive, while the rest run towards a shallow grave.



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Current Chronicle: Dragons and Lions; Pride and Fire
Current Season: Spring
Controlling Sect: Camarilla



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East London
West London
South London
Miscellaneous
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Population: 31

Camarilla
Anarchs
Other
Ventrue: 1
Toreador: 5 (6)
Brujah: 2 (3)
Malkavian: 7
Tremere: 2
Nosferatu: 3
Gangrel: 1
Ventrue: 1
Toreador: 0
Brujah: 2 (3)
Malkavian: 0
Nosferatu: 1
Gangrel: 1
Setites: 5
Sabbat: ???


THE CAMARILLA

Prince

Nobody

Sheriff
Meredith Furlong
Hounds
Robyne Sheridan
Rosella Marie Allain


Keeper of Elysium
Davvad Bisset

Grand Harpy
Catherine Wilke

Primogen
Ventrue: Marcus Antonio Russo
Brujah: Thomas Krusen
Gangrel: Alexa Mallik
Malkavian: Ellora Reese
Tremere: Hannah Sundling
Toreador: Arsenio Pozzi
Nosferatu: Dogan Khojak



ANARCHS

Baron

Khoza

Baronets
Enfield: Leslie
Haringey & Barnet: Clarice Harris
Harrow: Jelena Korolenko

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Hate me; Training Presence: Invoke Frenzy #1 - (NSFW)
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Tsar Ilya the First
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In 2007, following another surge of Hip Hop music in North London, Neil Bryant decided to make a future for himself. His rhyming talent was sub par, and he was not a great producer or mixer. He couldn't play any instruments, and was basically tone deaf. But he wanted to be part of the history of Hip Hop. So he came up with a brilliant plan. First, he sold his mother's car, fridge, jewels, and silverware. With the money he made -and some extra cash he gathered by robbing old ladies in cash machines-, and using his uncle's old warehouse, he created his own recording studio. It was not a huge deal; a modest studio with one large recording booth, and old analogue hardware. But it was his. The greatest and most promising artists would record there, and make him into a millionaire. His legacy.

Nine years after, his idea had not worked as well as he expected. He barely managed to book the studio once a week or twice. The fact that he didn't have to pay rent seemed fortunate, at first; he could survive for longer without so many expenses. However, taking a more objective look at his life situation, it was apparent that, should he have closed his abortive studio within a year of opening, he could have invested his energies into a different, more productive sort of project. As he was "safe" there, he got hooked to his own complaining and moaning, to his own slow transformation into a crack head loser. The only good thing that had come from the last decade was Emma, his daughter.

When the Russian man came, willing to book the studio for a very sizeable amount of cash, he thought he was hitting jackpot. Then the man went further, an he hesitated. The money in the table was enough to pay for a few years worth of crack. Hell, he could even start selling. Another great entrepreneurial idea. The seed money for a grandiose business. Neil would become rich, and live the life he always wanted. Of course, he would also make things right for Emma. The seven year old was his only light, and she deserved the best. But first, he needed to agree to the proposal. A moment of pain for a life of pleasure. An instant of potential -not guaranteed- suffering, in exchange for well being. The easy life right around the corner of his weak morals. His light bringing him into the light.

Wasn't it, after all, only fair that the only pure thing in his life -Emma- was the one that would push him towards the path of success and happiness? He had failed on his own. He owed to his daughter this opportunity. What he had to lose? Only a few nights, and she would be free, and rich -thanks to his upcoming crack dealing business.

He nodded, shook the hand of the Russian man, and took the money. She told his daughter that she needed to stay for the night, and help the man with his project. Daddy would come back in the morning, and buy her breakfast. That was a promise. He left, with a knot in his stomach, and a ball of hope in his heart.
Rostik spent some weekly hours scouting the Seven Boroughs for clean, open spaces his master could use. The recording studio was in the fringes of what was requested, but he submitted it anyway. He was not expecting Ilya to accept it, to select it from the list of places he had arranged. The additional request was unexpected. The girl? Why? Rostik was wise enough not to make questions, but that seemed to cross a new line. The master didn't generally harm children directly. He decided to look the other way, and take it as just part of his job.
Logic says that, if Kindred are often resistant to attempts at forcefully enraging, and Kine are easier to anger, a Kine pup should be the easiest target ever. The girl was perfect, thus, as a test subject for his new experiment.

Reaching divinity had been remarkably easy. Learning how to imbue his charm into objects had not been too complex either. This new challenge should also be attainable.

The studio was quiet. Only Ilya and Emma were in the booth, with the door closed. The mics were off. Nothing was being recorded. Rostik waited at the door, guarding, trying not to look inside. The baron stared at the girl. The first pre requisite was clear: she needed to stare at him. He needed to be visible to her. Done. The next one, cracking the dyke of her self control, was the real complication. He needed to make her angry, just using the divine power of his blood. He tried to use mental images; that was always the best way of achieving results. He pictured red rays of light pouring off his head, into hers. He pictured flames being projected from his eyes. He visualized her out of control, smashing the room around her. Images were doing nothing. Words could help. [PRESENCE: INVOKE FRENZY - BOTCH]

"Hate me."

The pup was confused. She didn't reply. She walked towards him, smiled, and hugged him.

"You're pretty!"

Depressed about his failure, Ilya allowed the girl to hug him for a few minutes, before leaving the studio, set on breaking somebody's neck before sunrise.
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