Sires - They Ate You

Rosco P. Coltrane Edwards
Gangrel
Sire of "Jim Bob"
Born 8th in a family of 10 children, Rosco's mother declared his long name after her favorite love interest in the Dukes of Hazard. He lived a damn hard life from that very night, leaving home to drive with his dad, a truck driver, across the country at twelve. When he hit 15, he stole a Harley from his mother's ex-ex-boyfriend. He fell in with a rebel group, the Tramposos Muerte (Death Cheaters), out of El Paso.

Just his luck they were vampire blood runners, moving between Texas and Mexico, through Arizona and California. He lived and fought by their sides, the rough elements and warfare, protecting transports and blood with his Brujah and Gangrel friends, until they finally embraced him in a hell on wheels tournament: fighting from bike back with chains swinging hooks set on fire!

And all of this...isn't true. But it's what everyone knows. No one is willing to do the math for some two-bit country Gangrel.

As to Jim Bob, he is Rosco's only child. It was a funny sort of day when ol' Rosco went to Donn's Depot. He was having a pretty rough month, wanting to drink and loose himself. His drunken driving led him directly into the side of someone's Volvo. Walking away from the wreck, he wandered into Donn's. There he came across a group of rednecks like himself drinking, carousing, watching the pregnant waitress/stripper dance when he felt some inkling of remorse. And then that damn Johnny Cash song played. Before he knew it, he had followed the kid as he went to piss. Within ten minutes, he had a new child embraced, tossed him in his truck, and drove off. And an hour later, pulled up at Jake's.

Since then, Rosco has been a father to the kid he wished he had growing up. And Jake has been a damn helpful friend to them both, fixing the damn problem the Gangrel got himself into.

Carmen Del'Oriface
Tzimisce
Sire of Katy and Rodney
Carmen in her day was nothing more than a pretty face, a blood doll in the courts of Paris. Born in the decline of Paris courts, Carmen fell in a lustful romance from her place as a blood doll with a striking kindred from the far dark lands of Prague. Once thought to be nothing more than a city of cultural happenstance, the artful way in which this kindred spoke left her breathless to learn more. Why live as prey, even if blessed with lovely clothes and fine skin. It would shrivel, become spotted, eyes failing, back stooping, until none would feed from her veins. Death would not be swift.

In a fit of rebellion, she packed a quick bag, and awaited in the caravan of her would be prince. The curious Ravnos found the sudden leaving of a simple pampered Toreador blood doll in such a rustic place astounding. She traveled the long nights with the caravan, not only a fine dinner but entertaining guest. When arriving in Prague, she left his side, the two quite tired of each other. City to city she traveled, knowing how to meet vampires, and luring them into her bed for blood and games. Her age lengthened threatening an end to her days, body wracked with fever and illness, one of her more open-minded kindred dinner guests visited. He took her life, giving her eternity as a Tzimisce. Not entirely the clan she would have hoped for, but the experience has awakened her to new ideas!

Now she has sought to spread her gift of unlife! Why keep it pent up and away from others? Why not share this power with so many others, teaching them TRUE transformation?

So has she mothered more childer than many could possibly know. Of course, she changes her face often to keep that knowledge silent...

Fukimo
Toreador Antitribu
Sire of Swede
Fukimo has been a sensation in the snuff film industry longer than any mortal could handle, earning her a place among some of the wildest Toreadors in the Sabbat. She began life as a simple girl in Tokyo, seeking her education in manga art, film design, and editing. Soon her talents took her to college and films in the US. But earning money for such schooling and tools cost money she didn't have. Turning to porn and hentai, she found not only the funds for her dreams but a dark morbid hunger she never expected. Her embrace came quickly at the hands of a fellow Toreador with a twisted movie collection. And being undead helped make all of those snuff movies look realistic. As the years went by, she gave the truly carnal and perverse their chance at necrophilia and zombie sex, as long as she could produce, film, and sell it. For a few of her best films, she purchased the art of a sick and twisted sculpture, fucking the most bizarre dildo ever crafted by his hands. In turn, she guided and embraced him as her own childe.

Vivian Demarco
Lasombra
Sire of Butch
Born on the rough streets of San Antonio, Vivian Conquita Velaquez lived the life of a typical rough girl. She got into intense cat fights, breaking noses, yanking hair out, all for her men, brothers, and neighborhood. And her brothers looked out for her. She tried to stay out of the drug world, devoting any additional time she had to school and church.

Brother Thomas Demarco always smiled when she came into the southside church, giving her a shoulder to lean on when times were tough. And she paid him in respect, keeping close eyes on the church and people that attended. One night, a group of gang-bangers busted into the church. They attacked Maria. She seriously hurt two before they broke her arm and held her down for fun and games. Before they could yank off her pants, the church darkened with thick shadows, sinister sounds whispering within them. The very shadows pulled and consumed the leader, wet sounds and Latin the only answer of his death. The remaining young men ran screaming, pale and fearful. Vivian didn't know if she should thank God or something else...

That same darkness filled her eyes, drawing her within as a rich heated liquid dappled her lips. Just the taste of it sent shivers, as more poured between her lips. Within hours, her arm felt better. The priest Demarco took care of her, explained what happened, and offered blood beyond healing. By the third night, she was ghouled. Her brutality escalated, tempered by his insights, as she slowly lost the life of a high school brute to a Lasombran warrior, taking her sire's surname.

The Sabbat reviewed the ghouls in their ranks figuring out who to embrace and who to keep as is. One of these was a Lasombra that went by Butch. She made a bet to embrace him if he could beat a neonate as a ghoul. He won. She gained a childe.