VONODFOF GARBAGE

In life, Jaime was a petty bully with a knack for catching rats. He lived in a garbage dump, and so a wicked chance turned him into a Cainite. He soon established himself as pack leader. He beat up his rivals, cowed the mortal garbage-pickers into submission, and convinced both mortals and Cainites that the rats of the dump saw everything and told him everything. Jaime hates what he fears, and he fears all Cainites outside his pack. The Filth Angels terrorize the mortal garbage-pickers through their predation, but Jaime tells the kine that only he can protect them from even worse monsters who prowl beyond the dump’s borders. Ironically, one of Mexico City’s mightiest Cainites defends “Bloody Jim.” Szechenyi Jolfin investigated the new pack and declared Jaime a ductus in good standing. The Mother of Horrors respects Jaime’s claim of exclusive domain as an example of their clan’s traditional values. When an established Tzimisce ductus scornfully asked why he, a master of Titue, should respect this ignorant “uoioode of garbage,” the Mother of Horrors pithily responded by switching his head and his buttocks. The scornful title stuck, however, among the few Sabbat who know that the Filth Angels exist. Jaime has never heard it. Jaime sleeps in a 1973 Pontiac station wagon buried beneath a mound of garbage. A three-foot section of corrugated pipe just large enough to crawl through leads from one of the car’s windows to the north side of the mound.

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