Lily is a 28 year old who is a kinda known DJ in the underground scene. Lily often arrives on her black motorcycle to get the party, of afterparty started, and leaving just as suddenly.
Lily is mostly about uniting the people through music and used to be a big 'make love, not war' person when she was a bit younger. With a couple of years experience under her belt, she knows that sometimes a bit of violence is necessary to keep the party good. She is known for kicking people out who are a nuisance during parties or are there for bad reasons.

Lily is about 1.70m tall and quite skinny. She is quite beautiful, knowing how to attract attention to herself when she wants with her voice or her outfits, often choosing tight fitting clothes.

Lily met Vincent Blackwood during one of the bigger indoor events when she was 25 years old. Vinny was impressed by her DJing and crowd control, really taking them to where she wanted them to be. From fast thumping songs, working all the crowd into a sweat, to slower more emotional cuts where the crowd slowed down and united.
Lily was charmed by Vinny and they started to hang out a bit more. Vincent offered Lily some work through his label and an opportunity to release more of her songs and remixes. To sweeten the deal Vincent was also willing to finance some of the outdoor parties she loved throwing.

While Vincent was flirty with Lily, he never really pushed her to sex, which Lily appreciated. Lily mostly saw Vincent leave parties and afterparties with guests, both male and female, presumably for one night stands.

Lily has a small apartment to the south of Detroit, closeish to the old industrial area, a place where also lots of illegal raves happen. Lily got into the DJ life through outdoor parties she would sneak into when she was younger.
This shaped her a great deal bringing many friends but also many problems. She got hooked on drugs and in particular heroin badly and she has had some problems with the police. She also found lifelong friends like Josh Fallstar.

When she got turned to a vampire she faced one big problem, she couldnt attend longer parties until the sun came up because it burns.
As Kinred Lily has a kind of swindle with Vincent Blackwood where Lily procures juiceboxes in underground parties who are on certain drugs for other vampires. This is also partly why Lily was turned

Once before Lily has killed someone during a oneoff feeding. It was an asshole called Bret who was being an ass during the rave. It was intended as only a juicebox I could leave in a ditch but he turned out dead due to the drugs he had in his system. They kinda messed with me but i tried to make it look like an overdose.

Lily is well liked in the community. She manages to keep parties going and safe. She has stopped the music before to throw people out and somehow she always seems to see whats happening on the dancefloor.
People are keen to have Lily at afterparties and she is often seen around.

Vincent "Vinny" Blackwood is a sleazy record label manager who is secretly a vampire that uses the fans of musicians as donors. He's known to hang around parties and gigs in and around Detroit

Brandon finds underground or up and coming artists of all kinds to sign to one of his labels with a nice contract and to befriend them. Brandon fixes them nice gigs at venue's he knows the owners of and helps building more following. Once the artist has a steady following Brandon begins to 'harvest some donors from the herd'. This way he helps out in the Camarilla, providing donors for busy vampires or ones with special requests.
Brandon's rumoured to have lots of contacts between Kinred and kine...

Stood guard while Josh Fallstar was assaulted on 4 february 2003

Thin man in late 50's, but well kept. Often seen wearing a suit or business casual. Sometimes has a decorative cane.

EULOGY FOR FREDERICK ALDARICE NOTE: DO NOT PRINT YET Detroit, Michigan, [INSERT DATE OF DEATH]

Frederick Aldarice, better known as Fred Al, died some time early in the morning. The enigmatic automotive magnate, whose name was, through his company, nearly synonymous with the Detroit family car, remained energized and active until his last days; his last conscious act was the signing of a preliminary investment into electronic operations. His passing came as a shock to those close to him, as he had seemed ‘in good health’ at the end of the night. He was [TO BE FILLED ] years old at the time of his passing.

Sterling Frederick Meredith Aldarice was born on January 21st 1939 in Southend-On-Sea, the United Kingdom. The son of the son of a hotel magnate, his future seemed in the secure, if sometimes ‘boring’ world of tourism. When the War broke out, the Aldarice family was heavily affected. The money from the hotel business dried up nearly completely, and Sterling’s father, Henry Garrith Aldarice, was drafted into war. Henry would lose his life in the defense of Dunkirk

Margret Sophie Aldarice, the matriarch of the Aldarice household, decided to use what little savings they had left to move the family to America after the war was over. “A single village in the United States holds more promise than all the British Empire put together”, Margret remarked when Sterling later asked her about this move. During his stay in New York in the early 50s, Sterling was able to witness the transformation of this city into ‘a heaven for cars’.

Finishing his education in finance and law, Sterling made sure to also attain basic competence in the engineering of automobiles, as he saw them, in his words, as “the liberation of the individual, and the greatest opportunity for money making since Clive and Bengal” (referring to the British conquest of India). His mother passed away in 1956, and Sterling inherited the much diminished Aldarice family wealth. He moved to Detroit, changed his name to the more American sounding Frederick and took a management position at General Motors. After only a few short years of working his way up, he had saved up enough money, and made enough friends, to start his own venture.

Aldarice Automotives would become one of the leading brands of family vehicles in Michigan. A combination of skilled designers, competent management and cheap labor allowed Frederick to get ahead of the competition, and once he was ahead, he would use every trick in the book to stay ahead. He bought out smaller rivals, made deals with General Motors to split those just out of his reach, and knocked down those too big to remove via his ins with the press. The 60s and early 70s were a golden age for Aldarice, but the decline of Detroit would hit him hard.

After the gas crisis of 1973, Frederick was forced to dilute his stake in shares to keep the company afloat. The period afterwards AA was teetering, but almost stable, but the second gas crisis of 1979 sent it spiralling down. Frederick was smart enough to sell his remaining shares before things got too bad, but his dream of outpacing General Motors would never be fulfilled. Many believed Frederick would now retire, as so many men whose companies had gone under did, and that seemed to be the case; during all of 1979 and 1980, he made no public appearances.

But retiring was not in the Aldarice handbook. In 1981, he created the Henry Aldarice investment Fund, known as the HAF, aimed at giving young investors a chance to get started, and of course turning a tidy profit when they started making profit. Supported by his former VP Alice Marrano, the HAF has aided dozens of entrepreneurs find their footing, including several current household names. Alice has indicated that even without Frederick, the HAF will continue. Richard Zarlenga, current CFO of the Chrysler corporation and in his words ‘a protege of Michigan's own Frederick the Great’, has made public his interests in supporting the fund in future.

Sterling Frederick Meredith Aldarice will stand as one of the great men from the Golden Age of Detroit. His support of Coleman Young’s campaigns and civil rights, his funding of public schools and the HAF will echo throughout the history of this city. Mr. Aldarice, you will be missed.

To be printed in the Detroit Post, a subsidiary of Aldarice Holdings, the day after Mr. Aldarice’s death is announced.

I write this at the start of the day, rather than the end, as is my want. I turn 60 today, and truly feel that age. Given all the greetings I am about to have, I do not believe I shall have the energy to record the goings-on of the day. Richard’s card was, as every year, the first birthday greetings I received. Alice shall be over this noon, and has pledged to stay with me until the day's dealings are done

I am dead. I died on my birthday. My ‘sire’, as the term is, explains that his ‘vitae’ have made me ‘kindred’, and that the stories I disregarded as nonsense even as a child, have a grain of truth to them, but I remain dead. Jarvis Loresich, I knew I did not recognize the name. I should have known something was wrong when I dismissed Alice, but such are the powers of this ‘blood’ I suppose. Mr. Loresich seems to have had rather banal reasons for murdering me and turning me into a monster; he has a large financial portfolio that needs to be managed and maintained, and has offered to teach me the ‘ropes’ of Vampirism in exchange for my services.

I spoke with Alice for the first time since turning. She seems to not have suspected to be speaking to a corpse. Indeed, she told me I looked better than ever; The Blush seems to work quite well. I endeavour to meet with her on a more regular basis from now on, and to remain connected with the Fund. It would be incorrect to say I feel guilty about the blood I have drained these past months, but it does concern me. Jarvis, who I feel takes this ‘sire’ business a bit too far, has been able to supply me easy ‘prey’, but I do not wish to rely on anyone. I am not principled against blood money, but do not like it to be this literal. Still, I am no killer; that is a skill I will have to work on before I can truly claim the night.

An excellent day. Jarvis has introduced me to several of his friends in an organization he calls ‘the tower’. The investments and funds I have managed have not been Jarvis’ own, that much I surmised by the amounts involved, but that they belonged to an organization of such power... If the ladder of the Kindred is as climbable as that of General Motors, the future holds great things. I have ordered work on my mansion, to facilitate a more easy feeding. Mortals, as we so ominously call humanity, should feel at ease in my abode even as I stalk behind them and sink my teeth in their flesh. Quite a morbid thought, but we do what we must to survive.

I asked what our hand in this was. No responses. My hunger must be getting worse, as my one thought was ‘what a terrible waste of blood’. I must reflect on this.

Some field work today. I noticed some strange inquiries into the Camarilla accounts, and believe the local Anarch groupings are attempting to track our movements. I was able to infer they had contacts within the city’s financial administration, so Jarvis and I headed out to pay them a visit. We were forced to dispense with a few Anarch ghouls, and I fear some may have put a face to my name. It is a good thing I wish for no dealing with that hapless rabble, for an interaction would perhaps not end peacefully.

I have worked for the Camarilla for a year and a half, or nearly four years if I include my work since I was embraced, and yet I am no step further on the ladder. I hear my name whispered in some corridors, but no action yet. This is becoming frustrating to me. Their accounts are by now so well-handled I only need to check in every other week, and I have been in the field with small teams several times now, but I have yet to lead such expeditions; I have yet to meet even the Senechal, let alone the Prince. By this time at GM I was about to head off on my own. A funny thought to repeat that as Kindred, but one that would get me killed. I must bide my time, but even an immortal will not wait forever.

I have received news both terrible and excellent; Jarvis Loresich, my Sire, has experienced Final Death. A great opportunity, as the Tower must now be rearranged, but it has not been said who is behind this. If Jarvis crossed the Camarilla, I am certain to perish with him. I await word from my superiors.

Josh Fallstar is about 35 years old and met Lily Smith when she was 17 and hopelessly addicted to heroin. They met at the party scene and somehow Josh felt a need to help Lily, like she was a sister or niece he never had.
Lily didnt understand this at first. She was used to pleasing guys to get more drugs but Josh wanted her to stop. Josh helped Lily quit drugs and become the DJ she wanted to be.

Josh was part of a sound system group and he convinced Lily to help them out, keeping Lily busy and close so they could all keep an eye on her.

Killed in his house and ripped in multiple parts. His left arm was cleanly chopped off and is still missing.
Got a job with less dayhours a couple of years ago, might indicate turning to kinred?
Bought lots of property in downtown Detroit and paid boatloads of money to keep everything quiet.

He probably knew his attacker because we found 2 empty cups of Brandy and there was an empty slot in his

Was seen with the other anarchs, but no name of description.

Is a cop and is the partner of Ethan Hunt. Jace is fresh of the academy and still a bit of a rookie

Big guy with a crooked nose, used to smoke a lot but doesnt anymore. Wears long trenchcoats and normal detective clothes, a well kept uniform. He does always kinda look like a cop though.