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The mortal world knows him as Rafe Fitz, a wealthy, unattached young man floating effortlessly in the gray area between fashionable and disreputable London society, a habitue of the theatre and an active member of the Fabian Society. Most of his acquaintances find him amusing and interesting, a rich dilettante flitting between hedonism and socialism without seeming able to commit to either, but few would consider him a person of any consequence.
To the Kindred, the "green eyed monster", as he was dubbed by one Elysium Harpy, is a person of very considerable consequence. For centuries, Ranulf Fitz Rufus has served Mithras as an adviser, ambassador, and on occasion, enforcer. Few members of Mithras' Court are old enough to remember a time when he wasn't a part of it, but those few whisper darkly of the nights just before the War of Princes, when the immortal and seemingly unkillable Mage was a feared and ruthless vampire hunter.. Nowadays, he seems completely loyal to Mithras, but the shrewder members of the Court have noticed how often the Prince seems to give him assignments that take him away from the city for extended periods.
To those who summon up the nerve to approach him - and the select group of Kindred who count him as a friend - he can be affable and generous, certainly not standing on ceremony or trading on his sinister reputation. Few of the Kindred, though, care to come to his attention. Most still have vivid memories of the part he played in putting down the Sabbat incursions of 1848, during which he not only tracked down and destroyed two entire Packs while they slumbered by day, but also reduced a viciously inhuman Tzimisce torturer to a state of terrified hysteria in front of the entire Court, simply by staring at him.
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Felicity Erskine-Barrett is a very painful thorn in the Kindred's collective sides. A few would be honest enough to admit that she frightens them. Most of the rest are lying. For all their internecine strife, the un-dead aren't used to the thought of unknown dangers lurking in the darkness, and Mrs. Erskine-Barrett is a danger that they can't seem to quantify, no matter how hard they try.
Not that she's a complete mystery. Once she'd attracted their attention, the Kindred found it relatively easy to establish her background. She was born Felicity Trevalin in 1858, the daughter of a line of prosperous but unremarkable landed gentry. In 1883, she married William Erskine-Barrett, a pleasant but slightly dim young man who was totally unsuited to inherit his father's half-share of the Anglo-German Barrett-Marchmann Shipping Company.
William's father, Richard, loved his son dearly but was all too aware of his shortcomings as a businessman. In Felicity, he saw someone who could compensate for his son's weakness and maintain the family's wealth and position. He treated Felicity like a daughter, making her his executive assistant and - astonishingly for the time - promoting her to the company's board. The shockwaves from his decision took several years to subside, but even the most misogynistic of the company's executives were unable to deny the extent of Felicity's abilities, and she faced very little opposition when she succeeded her father-in-law as Chairman of the Board upon his death in 1895.
In 1896, the Kindred learned that Mrs. Erskine-Barrett wasn't the talented but otherwise unremarkable mortal that she seemed to be. The Prince's agents uncovered hints of a Sabbat infiltration of London, centered around one of Barrett-Marchmann's warehouses along the banks of the Thames. A coterie of three powerful Gangrel elders, including Marc de Brabant, investigated. Inside, they found a number of human slaves, imprisoned in the warehouse like cattle. And in the office above was Felicity Erskine-Barrett, guarded by an Ustrel; one of a supposedly extinct bloodline of artificial vampires created by the Tremere during the Dark Ages. The three Gangrel barely managed to defeat the little monster, and Felicity escaped during the battle.
The Kindred assumed, at first, that she was the ghoul or pawn of a Sabbat agent, most likely a Tremere antitribu. They tried to shut down Barrett-Marchmann; they tried to find Felicity Erskine-Barrett for interrogation and execution. They failed on both counts. Felicity conducted her affairs during the day, seemingly vanishing from the face of the Earth at night. From time to time, a luckless coterie would manage to track her down, only to be slaughtered by more Ustrel bodyguards. She even started to extend her influence into London's criminal underworld, building an organization of former military men and hardened criminals that competed directly - and somewhat successfully - with the Jackdaw's networks. The Kindred still suspect that she's tied, somehow, to the Sabbat, but they have no idea how, or what her plans are, or how she's managing to do this And that worries them, far more than most of them are willing to admit.