Manuel Ward
Manuel Ward
"I report to my /brothers/ of blood and kinship," Manuel says, a blood-sweat starting to pink his brow. "I report to those who prepare us for the Final Judgement. You're not getting a NAME, PRINCE."
Overview
Caitiff. Ran to the Sabbat, smoked out by the Pogrom. He would have died for his old pack, Visalia, but instead, it was at the hands of the Tremere and their interrogation.
The post-mortem details were divulged in Court. Manuel belonged to a new pack, now: The Iron Shields, based in Richmond, in the east bay. 2 Nosferatu, 2 Toreador, and Ward.
"Have you not disposed of him?" Winder asks, keying in on the present tense with which Magnus speaks. Luna draws in a breath with which to speak, lingers on it, then says, "We scrubbed the last drop out of his mind and we disposed of him as there was nothing more to do with him other than suffer his liability. It was a communal haven that these Hunters hit. Whether due to bias for his packmates or due to the truth, Ward was not aware that his pack did anything to attract attention. His theory was that whoever else was using the communal space must have been so foolish. He arrived one night to a different car in the apartment complex and noticed a door was left open and found it peculiar and went in through a side door to investigate. There, he heard a man giving instructions that he did not remember the precise wording of, but he remembered the voice."
Contacts
- Gabbi Ramirez Word is an unlikely wraith haunts the San Pablo reservoir.
- George Otsuka Imprisoned in a rich man's home along the winding road...
- Leslie Diaz Deceased.
- Allison Lewis Deceased.
