Miami's Tzimisce

Name: Mikos Vashra

Generation: 6th

Appearance: Appears as a stooped, hooded figure buryed in deeply cowled robes. He walks slowly, and moves the same, as if his body has trouble supporting even his slight weight. On the rare occasions his face is seen, it is horribly malformed, misshapen grotesquely on one side, and an angry red color. His skin is pallid and unhealthy looking and his eyes are a pupilless black. He is hateful, and cruel, and it shows.

Background: Little is known of the ealy history of this man. Following some disturbance in eastern Europe, he made his way west and joined the Anarch revolt. His face was horribly scarred even then, and even as he learned mastery over the visc disipline, he never altered it. He disappeared form the histories for some time after that, eventually appearing in the city of Baltimore, but found the local kindred tiresome. He made his way to Miami for unknown reasons, but seems to have settled in. He hates the weather, and the climate, but show's no sign of leaving.

Activities: Working through his childer, he has delved into the mysteries of the local santeria scene in Miami, and uses these contacts as a path to the underworld. He controls a heavy drug trade, which has lead him into conflict with the Setites at times. His fingers are slowly extending around Miami's dark heart. Among the Sabbat, he is a voice of discretion and caution. He expects results through careful planing and execution, and severely punishes failure. His relationship with the Archbishop is strained, in that they both need one another as much as they despise one another. Mikos works in subtle ways to humiliate and cause problems for the Archbishop without weakening the Sabbat.

Attitudes: Camarilla: The weak will fall by the wayside. It is that simple

Sabbat: Useful. If we do not fall prey to our own shortcomings, we will certainly prevail. Then the time will come, and the Heavens shall weep blood.

Independents: The Setite had best tread carefully. The others? Pointless.

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Name:	Mikos Vashra
Generation:	6th
Appearance:	Appears as a stooped, hooded figure buryed in deeply cowled robes. He walks slowly, and moves the same, as if his body has trouble supporting even his slight weight. On the rare occasions his face is seen, it is horribly malformed, misshapen grotesquely on one side, and an angry red color. His skin is pallid and unhealthy looking and his eyes are a pupilless black. He is hateful, and cruel, and it shows.
Background:	Little is known of the ealy history of this man. Following some disturbance in eastern Europe, he made his way west and joined the Anarch revolt. His face was horribly scarred even then, and even as he learned mastery over the visc disipline, he never altered it. He disappeared form the histories for some time after that, eventually appearing in the city of Baltimore, but found the local kindred tiresome. He made his way to Miami for unknown reasons, but seems to have settled in. He hates the weather, and the climate, but show's no sign of leaving.
Activities:	Working through his childer, he has delved into the mysteries of the local santeria scene in Miami, and uses these contacts as a path to the underworld. He controls a heavy drug trade, which has lead him into conflict with the Setites at times. His fingers are slowly extending around Miami's dark heart. Among the Sabbat, he is a voice of discretion and caution. He expects results through careful planing and execution, and severely punishes failure. His relationship with the Archbishop is strained, in that they both need one another as much as they despise one another. Mikos works in subtle ways to humiliate and cause problems for the Archbishop without weakening the Sabbat.
Attitudes:	Camarilla: The weak will fall by the wayside. It is that simple Sabbat: Useful. If we do not fall prey to our own shortcomings, we will certainly prevail. Then the time will come, and the Heavens shall weep blood. Independents: The Setite had best tread carefully. The others? Pointless.
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