The vampiric history of London starts out quite a long time ago, but not quite as old as the town of Londinium. It seems that wherever humans congregate in great numbers, Vampires usually show up to throw a wrench into the wheels of progress being worked upon by the mortals. Into this ambitious little town strode a young Roman Soldier/Vampire named Mithras. He was quite ambitious too, and also a complete and utter bastard being as though he was from clan Ventrue.
No sooner did he arrive than he strode into town square and promptly announced that he was to become prince of the city. He even went so far as to convince the populace that he was a god! And they fell for it!!! Soon they were building temples, offering sacrifices, singing Odes to Mithras, and generally doing whatever he told them to do.
And so it continued for hundreds of years.
And then he disapeared for a while and a bunch of equally fascistic people took over the control of the city, but not one of them matched the unparalelled sucess of the mighty lord Mithras. Simply put, many bad things happened in the time of his absence. Most of these things were the direct fault of the vampires in charge, but some were actually due to mistakes made on the part of the humans. These small mistakes further fueled the fire that vampires should guide the little peons. Finally after a nice sebatacle, Mithras returned in all his glory to oppress the land once more.
Many years passed with Mithras in charge, but this time he had an arch nemisis the evil John D. of the satanic clan Tremere. I don't know why they did not like each other scince they were both total fascists, but their ceaseless infighting caused a great deal of sorrow to countless numbers of innocent people.
World war II came (so they tell me) and Mithras was blown up. (so many vampires thought). But in actuallity he had pulled a fast one and buggered off with his secretary or something. John D found the whole disapearance difficult to believe and began planning to take control of London.
About the time John D's plan was reaching phase 2, Mithras showed back up and asked me your humble narator to help him get control of london again. He was a total pompous ass, and I didn't want to help him, but one thing led to another and I was pretty much forced to.
The past year seems somewhat of a blur, but in it, a multi-sided battle ensued and Mithras got out of hand and he had to die. And as a result of his and John D's demise, I became prince of London. Oh, and much of this could not have been acomplished without the help of a local Brujah named Simon Beverly. ((see his entry on the other clans page))
Any questions? no? good!
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