Life In Vampiric Society

She stayed under her priest’s watchful eye and tutelage for a little over 50 years. It wasn’t until the beginning of the 1800’s that she was released into kindred society. By this time she was in the habit of keeping the guise of being a nun and continued to wear the proper attire of such. She was introduced to Prince Corvaine the evening of her release. It was then she received her first real divination of the things to come. She wasn’t sure what to think about such things. She had passed them off as dejavou over the years with her priest. They where small insignificant things that would happen around the haven or at church. The nuns had whispered amongst themselves of her having the sight but she ignored it as silly rumors or explained it away as simple deduction of a well rounded mind set. But this, how could she explain this, when god’s voice boomed in her mind to tell her what was to become of the near future in the city. And so she kept her silence and sat back to watch as was her place to do as a newly released child of Society.

It was 1803, and as the Lord had said, there was strife among clans. The Malkavian’s struggles against the Ventrue for power in the city. She sat back and listened to those around her talk, watching which person maneuvered what person to gain influence and power over the city. Maggie saw much this year. Just as God had told her would happen did and there was still much more to come. She was only 3 years into her release from her sire though, would making her ability known help the upcoming struggle? She wasn’t so sure it would. More over it would make her another pawn for them to struggle influencing and that she just couldn’t have. It was then that she decided to learn other ways of trying to influence things on her own. Each night, at the beginning of her night, she would sit down and pray to her father for guidance. As she prayed she would visualize her clan standing together in a room talking of things to come. And it was then that she would give subtle hints to the strife that would befall the city. The coming war of 1812 were whispered through the network that it was time to stop the silly struggle for power, for in her mind it was rightfully a sin, and prepare for the invasion of the Sabbat.

She could only hope her quiet efforts worked and that someone on the network in Chicago would heed her warnings. Then in 1812: Sabbat raiding parties launched an attack on Fort Dearborn. In the end the Sheriff and his Deputies are burned. In the same night, three churches were burned to the ground. Investigations reveal that the Prince, his children, and his followers were slain in the process. Even as suspicion rises, the Ventrue promote their bid for power as Benjamin Martin claims Praxis. In the aftermath, the Sabbat raiding parties are assumed to have moved west. Her warnings were ignored, precious churches were burned to the ground, and Maggie mourned for the loss and prayed that god would forgive her failure. Maggie faded from kindred society for a while at this point as she helped to try and rebuild the churches that were lost. Trying to restore the faith of those that had been struck with tragedy of those burnings. By 1816 everything was rebuilt again and Maggie once more slipped back into Kindred Society. Things were again quiet in kindred society. Maggie was 16 years into her social Kindred life now and had a rather firm grasp on how things worked within the city. She was 62 years into her embrace and her life with her priest has been rather uneventful. And though she stayed out of the direct line of fire, she did sit in the background and watch how things fell. She took an active roll in her clan as she could and gave advice when it was necessary.

Many years passed with Maggie building her ties in the Church’s of the area as well as aiding her clan when she could. But then as it neared 1871 she started picking up the omen’s again. God again came to her in his booming voice and warned her of the tragedy that would come. The city would fall to ruins in a blaze that would consume almost everything. It was then that she decided she would do something about it this time. She wasn’t sure who would be the cause of the fire, only that it would be devastating. Again she tried to warn the others. This time she went to her Primogen and told him of what she saw to come. It was important that they listen to her this time before others were hurt. Maybe she could prevent kindred from being killed. Once she had done her part in warning her clan Primogen she began making arrangements with her priest to get the mortals to safety. Using the church as a front to gather them into a place of safety. The Nun’s there knew she was a prophet of god and heeded her warnings. This time preparations were made to save the lives of the citizens of the city.

1871: The shambling city built of wood was almost entirely destroyed by a great fire (according to legend started when Mrs. O'Leary's cow kicked over a lantern), which killed several hundred people, rendered 90,000 homeless, and destroyed some $200 million worth of property. It is assumed that the fire was caused by the Camarilla looking to flush out a large Sabbat nest in the rural portions of the city. The risky maneuver got out of hand, and ended up claiming the destruction of thirteen Kindred. Among those found in the ash are the Prince, 2 Malkavians, 2 Toreador, 2 Brujah, 4 Ventrue, 2 Tremere and the Scourge; Marshall Reece. Alexandria Benet steps up to the throne. Again her warnings to the kindred were ignored. But this time she lost her priest in the tragedy that struck the city. Maggie was devastated. Her precious priest was gone forever this time. Her screams of anguish rattled the network that night and echoed through out the Malkavian minds in the city. Again Maggie’s presence dwindled from kindred society as she found comfort in the solace of the church.

By this time, years had passed, Maggie had spent much time with the church in Chicago, and her reverence to the lord was well known. But Maggie never grew old as others in the perish had. Maggie, forever young, had to use the hold she had in the church to fade off into the background and help from afar. This wasn’t a hard task for her though, after so many years, she had those that would protect her and loved her regardless of her undead state. Her omen’s had saved them and guided them through out the years and for this they were grateful. But still Maggie mourned the death of her Priest. In her heart she would never be the same. Her love, her sire, her precious priest was gone from her for good this time and she felt lost without him. Through the bible and guidance from god Maggie slowly began to come to terms with the loss of her sire. Though it would be many years to come before she decided to join Kindred society again. Instead she sat in the background and watched the city be rebuilt in stone this time. She watched other ethnic groups make their way into the city and continued to gather them in for worship. It was Maggie that guided the mortals in their religious endeavors as well as tried to quell the anger the Brujah incited between the workers. Giving them guidance of patience and understanding over anger and hate toward those that they worked for.

It was around 1910 when Maggie came out of her Mourning for her Priest. Again mingling with those of her clan. This time, those that remembered her, remembered it was she that had predicted the raging fire and had tried to warn them. Some who had paid attention to her words were still safe and had wondered where she had gone off to. Yet they remembered the screams of anguish that night that racked the network in the city. Those screams were not forgotten, yet not completely understood either. She gave no explanation of them and had no desire to delve into the residual pain she still felt. But with Maggie’s reappearance came suspicion of what was to come that would bring her back out into the light. Twice now she had tried to aid them and her words were ignored or passed off as the ramblings of a young one. But now she was not so young anymore, and she had returned. Wisdom rested in her deep round eyes, as well as a sadness that never seemed to quite go away. Those that remembered and approached her for guidance were whispered to the comings of the city. “Another will come to lead us. He will be a strong leader for out clan and loyal to the Camarilla.” Yet she would say no more before moving off away from them and leaving them to wonder.

Sure to her word, another did come, and it was as she said. Andrew D`Margolis was a strong political leader for the Malkavian’s and he was Camarilla loyal. And she sat back quietly to watch. Letting them do as they would, for they had proven they would do so anyways. But those who gathered to her side and listened to her teachings, they knew, it would not last for long. War would come between Clan Brujah and Clan Malkavian would come and it would last for years before it was put to an end. This she had foretold to those closest to her. And it was they who prepared for the hard times to come and it was them that would survive. Before the war began Maggie went to D’Margolis and warned him from taking such actions against Durnette Moore. If it were truly him that did the deed, then he would know of the strife he would cause the clan as a whole. Again she did her part, and again there were those that didn’t listen and those that would die for not heeding her words. But this time, her words had gained others attention and it was those that heeded her words that flourished in kindred Society. Maggie had made her presence known.

By this time Maggie is 206 years old, 188 of that is in kindred years, and much has happened in her existence that left much to desire in her mind. She had watched much happen over the years and tried to aid where she could but her efforts had failed. It was 1942 now and Maggie had been in the eyes of kindred society for 32 years. The struggle between Clan Brujah and Clan Malkavian still went on even though the war had been over for some time. It was in this time that Maggie stepped up to mediate between the two clans. Though the task was a hard one it was one she endeavored to anyways. Someone needed to settle the strife between the two clans, or at the very least offer a reasonable voice of dig nation to. She aided where she could with the fighting amongst the clans to lesson some of the burden off the Prince of that time. It wasn’t until 1966 that this would prove fruitful and only after the believed departure of Adrian Palmelle. Though it would be some time yet to come before Malkavian numbers would again prosper, if at all.

Once things had settled down once more in kindred society Maggie again faded off into the background to watch. Only coming out when her guidance and presence was needed for the benefit of all involved. When the Sabbat again reared their ugly head Maggie gave her warnings of what was to come through those whom believed her words and heeded the signs she saw before the events would happen. It was through them that her influence in Kindred society would grow and it was through them that she would guide the actions to come. It remained this way for sometime as she watched Kindred leave the city. Yet she stayed for this was her home, this was where her journey began, and this was where the ashes of her precious priest laid within the land. This was where she would remain and give her guidance to those in need of it. Be it they where of her clan or not, her guidance was for any that would heed her warnings of things to come.

In 1999 the borders again opened up to the city allowing kindred to enter once more. Maggie continued to watch from the background as she usually did. And as always tragedy reared its ugly head with bad judgment as the Scourge is put to final death. But the Enforcement coterie was soon to follow and this would benefit all within the city. Yet it wasn’t until 2004 that Maggie again brought herself out into the open of kindred Society. Balthazar Henry had been the Prince for a year now, and had plenty of time to settle into the demands of the city. It was now that her presence would be needed to guide others under her reign.