Jason's Washington DC By Night NPC List: Marshall Dagronach, Deep-Cover Assamite Yes, the client said that he wanted Vitel dead. And yes, Dagronach took the case. And yes, he knew precisely what he was getting into. Dagronach is a patient man, and he is a methodical and vicious one as well. He has worked his way into DC society, posing as a low-Status Toreador. He has very quietly made contacts in a wide variety of Kindred areas, from the Brujah anarchs to the Nosferatu in their hiding to the paranoiac Ventrue themselves. The time will come to strike, but probably not for another 50 years or so. The client is patient. And Dagronach is patient. RP Notes: The only chink in Marshall's armor is that he really is smarter than he appears to be. If you step back and look at the things he does and compare that to the position he holds in Kindred society, you'll find that he really should be a much more important ancilla than he is. Cultivate a vacant smile and a faint laugh. Discuss art in that half-Poseur mumble that says you really don't know what you're talking about (although you do.) Important Skills: Not very high on Disciplines, excellent on Subterfuge and Manipulation. George Knox, Brujah States-rightist Knox has been a staple of Washington Kindred society for years. He was an open Confederacy sympathizer during the war, shipping his servants arms and using his influence to gain power for the South. When the South was whipped, his Status (so bound up in the futile struggle) shot down to practically nil, and he became a sort of target of derision and ridicule. His Southern gentlemanly exterior never faltered (which didn't help matters, to be honest), but behind everyone's back, he and his out-of-town coterie put together a monstrous Congressional takeover that, much to everyone's surprise, succeeded against many elders formerly considered "untouchable." Now he's riding high on a wave of recognition, although smart money is on a major backlash that will leave him dead within the year. RP Notes: Act the Southern gentleman, including the temper if someone insults you. At first, play up your accomplishments and Influence over the Congress, but if the audience appears too interested, play them down again...you suspect the Prince is displeased with the effort, although it was well within the boundaries he has set for using Influence. Abram Lopez, Brujah "liason" "We cover up things every day that would make the Marquis de Sade blush." ---anonymous Secret Service agent. Washington is full of powerful people, and as "Caligula" taught us, when powerful people want strange and savage things, they get them. Lopez is the one that gets it for them. He provides drugs, guns, prostitutes, and all manner of bizarre items for the elite of Washington, and operates using his contacts in the Secret Service and the DCPD. He rides a fine line of the law, the Masquerade and the power of knowing the secret fetishes of many influential people... RP Notes: Nothing shocks Lopez. Nothing rattles Lopez's cage. Look the person right in the eye for the first sentence, then let your gaze wander if there isn't an offer in it. You know the Prince despises you, so you return the favor. But you know you're integral to the power structure of the town, and that's what the Kindred here are dependent on. Without you, everything falls apart and everyone can kiss their Influence goodbye. They keep you alive because you keep your cool. Florence Pulver, Gangrel Ambassador Florence, Florence, Florence, who do you represent this week? She's sweet-looking and has been around the world 27 times, the first time by zeppelin. She's very young-looking, probably around 16, but by the time she died, she'd already had a child and was holding down a horrible job. Now she parlays that sweet face and soft voice into representing anyone out of town who has the money, power and/or influence to hire her to represent people in Washington. RP Notes: Smile. Lots of eye and physical contact. Know your target and your client, and keep both in mind at all times. The Prince loves you, and wishes there were more like you in town: you keep your clients from cluttering up the scenery, and look nice yourself. This also means you have to keep yourself aloof from things your client doesn't want you involved in. Franklin Adams, Malkavian Delegate To The League Of Nations Adams was a high-ranking diplomat back when being a diplomat meant something, at the turn of the century. He was instrumental in the accords ending World War I, and President Wilson personally told him that he was going to be the delegate to the League of Nations once the Senate ratified the treaty. The Senate, of course, never did, Adams never was, and the League died, and Wilson and Adams both died of nervous exhaustion. You can see pictures of them next to each other: Wilson waving from the back of a train car while Adams beams down at the crowd. Wilson shaking hands with Congressional leaders while Adams carries a leather portfolio behind him, Wilson sickly in a hospital bed while Adams is supported by a nurse next to him. The League of Nations was doomed to failure from the start, and the United States never joined. But out of that hospital on a cold winter night came The Delegate, Franklin Adams. Adams still believes he is the Delegate. He believes he rises every morning (!), goes to work, talks to delegations from dozens of countries, hashes out agreements making the world at least a slightly better place, and then retires to an evening of socializing with Washington's power elite in order to maintain support for the League. He has an elaborate dream world, populated with recurring characters, problems and situations that must be addressed, and in the evenings, he "relaxes" from that dream world, making him an extremely interesting character. RP Notes: Suave, urbane, sophisticated, and dedicated, Adams is everything a delegate should be. Anyone would be glad to have Adams as their representative: but unfortunately for them, he already has a job. Read up on the customs and current events of the 1910s, and pepper your speech with references to them. "The President", of course, always refers to Wilson.