MeeMaw (True name long forgotten)
Date of Birth: May 15th, 1853
Date of Embrace: October 20th, 1932
Apparent Age: Late 70s
Actual Age: 172
Clan: Gangrel
Bloodline: Dead Wolf
Covenant: None
City Status: 5 (Primogen - Former)
Clan Status: 5 (Grandmother)
Covenant Status: 0
Childer:
Personality:
MeeMaw is a force of nature, a creature of primal instinct and ancient wisdom who cares little for Covenants or their lofty ideals. Her loyalty is to her Family, the Gangrel, and to the wild, untamed world she represents. As a member of the Dead Wolf bloodline, she embodies the fierce independence and spiritual connection to the earth that defines her kind. MeeMaw’s demeanor is soft and disarming, like a kindly grandmother sharing stories by the fire, but this gentleness belies a feral cunning and an unrelenting will. She has survived through grit, adaptability, and the patience of a predator lying in wait.
Description:
MeeMaw appears as a weathered, frail old woman, her dark skin etched with the lines of a long and arduous life. Her white hair is tied into a simple bun or hidden beneath a patterned scarf, and her clothes are plain and practical, often faded house dresses and sturdy boots that reflect her Depression-era roots. She walks with a carved wooden stick, more a symbol of her deep connection to the land than a crutch.
Despite her seemingly fragile appearance, MeeMaw’s eyes betray her true nature. Bright and sharp, they gleam with a predator’s awareness, always watching, always calculating. Her movements are deliberate, carrying an almost imperceptible grace that speaks to the strength she hides beneath her stooped posture.
MeeMaw rules her Family from a secluded hunting lodge deep in the wilderness outside Savannah. The lodge and its surrounding lands are a domain of primal energy, a place where the boundaries between predator and prey blur. Here, MeeMaw trains her kin, tests the resolve of newcomers, and offers sanctuary to those she deems worthy. As Primogen of the Gangrel, she holds a seat of immense power within the Court, her voice as steady and unyielding as the land she calls home. Though she has no Covenant affiliations, her wisdom and influence make her a force that none in Savannah can ignore.
A Well Earned Rest
A missive from Prince Marcus Devereaux
In recent nights, Savannah lost a pillar. Not to death, but to rest long earned.
MeeMaw, Primogen of the Gangrel and elder of our nights, has entered Torpor. For longer than many of us have walked these streets - longer than some of us have worn the Blood - she stood guard over her kin and this city alike.
MeeMaw has given a lot to this City and now the time has come for her to lay down that burden.
We owe her silence, not speculation. Respect, not rumour. Diligence, and not despair. The wild will miss her shadow, and so will we. Let us honour her service by remembering the strength she showed us—and by keeping the home she fought tooth and claw to protect.
Her succession in the council is of course under my review, and I expect the Gangrel who wish to rise to present themselves in the coming nights. This is not a decision that will be made swiftly, but it will be done decisively and with the urgency it requires. There is work to be done - MeeMaw understood that.
In Vigilance and Conviction,
Prince Marcus Devereaux
Grandfather of the Mekhet
Bishop of the Lancea et Sanctum
Prince of Savannah