Members of the Camarilla. Or more specifically, the absolute mess that is the Primogen of the City our Chronicle takes place in, ever since the Elders gave in to the Beckoning.
Plus one very awkward fledgling Ventrue that has no idea what the fuck he’s doing.

I've been diving deep into Vampire: The Masquerade lately, and have been having fun drawing little portraits of all the NPCs I'm coming up with in my role as Storyteller. There's also an unmasked version of our lovely Nosferatu that you can find on my toyhouse should you so desire.