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While they may have always kept you at arm's length, Prince Arundel and Seneschal Corliss seemed to delight in sharing their guilty pleasure of feasting on the well-moneyed. Such wealthy socialites regularly over-indulge on wine and narcotics, making them easy prey when mingling with the upper crust of mortal society. Over the years, you managed to convince yourself that there was nothing inherently wrong or unnatural about the act of feeding on the blood of the living, but a small part of you—one that still remembers a time when your heart beat within your chest—cries out with every opportunity to remind you that you are damned.

As with many other Kindred, you'd kept your original name and aspects of your mortal identity—whether as a subconscious effort to anchor your new existence in a bedrock of memorialized humanity or simple nostalgia, you cannot say for sure. But it fits you, and it is yours alone.

What name tethers this un-life to a life once lived?