It is a city like any other, people rushing about going through their lives.  But all cities have layers, the layer of the daytime, the one that everyone sees, but there exists a layer beneath that one, the layer of the night, the City of Blood, our city.
  Revered by all, despised by many.  The first city of the New World that surpasses the power of the Kindred of the Old World, the first modern Camarilla city.  It is here we make our home, it is here we struggle with our existence, it is here we all try to survive.
  Wherever power makes its lair, it is there all manner of supernatural beings tend to come together.  All seeking something they know is out there but most never knowing what it is, let alone attaining it.
  The vampires of the City of Blood lord over the mortals all the while staying cloaked in the secrecy of the Masquerade.  Camarilla, Sabbat and Anarch, all make City of Blood their haven.  But make no mistake, the Camarilla rule the city with the Prince passing down
  final judgement on all those who would dare to break his laws.  The Sabbat exist in the shadows, never showing themselves except when attacking.  The Anarchs walk a finer line than all, they ingnore the laws of the Prince and make their own way.  A risky lifestyle
  but not without its rewards, they answer to no master, follow only their own rules.  Some times they will push the edge of the Prince's patience, testing the waters, wars have broken out for this very reason.  But the Masquerade must be protected at all costs, open
  combat threatens its protection.....
 

All vampires entering the city must present themselves to the Prince within one night of their arrival or face his wrath, a truly horrifying thing to behold.  Behind the calm exterior lies a vampire that has fought and survived for a millenia.  One level below the
  Prince are the Primogen of the City of Blood.  They are the eldest clan members of the Camarilla.  They rule their clan with an iron fist, mainly because they are responsible for the actions of all the kinsman.  Only one vampire in the city has been granted the Right
  of Destruction, the right usually reserved only for Princes, the right to give Final Death.  The Sheriff of the City of Blood, he is the eye of the storm, the right hand of Death herself.  He enforces the laws of the Camarilla and the Prince.  He must deal out punishment
  without tightening the reigns so much as to cause war.
  Welcome to our world, the world of the Kindred.  Walk lightly and you might survive, for our city is not for the faint of heart.  After all, it is...
.............The City of Blood.