Clan: Caitiff? Malkavian? (Rhithwelediad)
Location: Traveller, Los Angeles
Position: None
Tactics: Unknown
Threat: Median
Orion Rigel, the sad priest. He bears stigmata, like those in the stories; some ‘flaw’ of his kind. They say he had another name before I got here, but your name is what you make it; I know that well. There’s a misery in him; the kind of misery that gets you killed. He spends his afterlife weeping, and not only because those bloody tears keep flowing, but most of those he meets end up trying to help him. They mean well, but you can’t help a man who won’t help himself.
He has a giant bloody ghoul spider, as if a wee one wouldn’t have been enough.
Rhithwelediad, but doesn’t seem in control of it. Doesn’t want to admit it, either. They call him a ‘Caitiff’?
Shit, he’s seen it, he knows too damn much, God fuck damn it why did he dig his fucking hands in my mind? Fucking compasses fucking dreams fucking Rhiths fuck