Miss Sledge: Ah! Dear sweet Miss Sledge! A lovely songbird clad in leather and spikes. She wants the lovely Miss Sledge to be part of her organization, as a wrecking ball as much as a chanteuse. Also she'd love to make passionate love to her.
Mr. Mearcstapa (?): What on earth is he? A mystery. Not kindred but knows enough that multiple other kindred will discuss things openly with him. Probably not a ghoul based on him not looking like he needs a fix. Perhaps he's some form of psychic? All that matters is that he's some sort of pawn in someone's game and she'd be wise to... remove him before he becomes an issue.
Mx. Adams: A malleable person. Zhe is nervous, skittish and worst of all trusting. All great qualities in a minion. And when you're building from the ground up, you need all the Finley Adamses you can get your hands on.
Player Moynihan: A wet noodle of a man. The saddest excuse of an Invictus she's ever met. He doesn't have the decency to do what a proper coward ought to and submit to authority. He is somehow defiant while also being milquetoast and lacking ambition. But that just means one needs alternative motivation.
Mr. Ceres: Prick. She's going to shut down his store once she's in charge unless he kisses the ring.
Miss Shaw: Practically dripping with exploitable weaknesses, yet is smart enough to be a real power player. She needs to get to her before anyone else does.
Mr. Jack Martingale who Stinks of Rum and Fear: Jesus fucking christ, what is wrong with the people in this town. She just wanted to bribe a union official. She just wanted to have a guy in her pocket. But nooooooooo. Someone's gotta go take a stand and then not even go along with her threats. His funeral.
Mx. Lux: Collateral damage
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