(Filed under: Clan Ventrue — London Domain)

Mortal Record

Name: Euan MacMillan

Origin: Inverness, Scotland

Occupation (Mortal): Financial analyst, promoted under Ronan MacRae’s management.

Age at Embrace: 25

Known Traits: Disciplined, ambitious, self-critical.

“Exhibited perfectionist tendencies, persistent anxiety regarding self-image, and an obsessive need for approval. Demonstrated high cognitive function, leadership aptitude, and a developed capacity for composure under pressure. Maintained exemplary work standards under Manager Ronan MacRae.”

— Pre-Embrace Psychological Assessment, London Division

Embrace Record

Embraced By: Ronan “Rage” MacRae (Brujah, 10th Generation)

Generation: 11th

Clan (Council Classification): Ventrue — by behavioral alignment and aptitude; bloodline irregularity noted.

Sanction Status: Conditional — Embrace unsanctioned, later tolerated under supervision of Clan Ventrue due to subject’s stability and utility.

Circumstances: Subject was Embraced in the course of a hunter incident within London’s financial district. Embrace performed under duress by Ronan MacRae to preserve mortal life and protect Camarilla secrecy.

Current Designation

Kindred Name: Eoin Vale

Domain: London (Camarilla-aligned)

Disciplines: Presence, Dominate, Fortitude

Physical Description: Tall (6’4”), lean athletic build (92 kg), pale complexion. Displays immaculate grooming and restrained, deliberate motion. Often seen in dark tailored attire befitting Ventrue presentation standards.

Behavioural Assessment: Exhibits control, charisma, and adherence to hierarchy consistent with Clan Ventrue expectations.

Displays faint remnants of Brujah temperament under extreme duress — suggestive of sireline interference rather than behavioral defect.

Council Remarks

“He is a study in imitation — and in what imitation becomes when perfected. The boy learned control from a Brujah and ambition from the Camarilla; it remains to be seen which will rule him.”

— Rhyon, Senior Ventrue Observer

“Eoin Vale conducts himself with the restraint of a born aristocrat and the hunger of a convert. Whether that makes him dangerous or indispensable is yet unclear.”

— Celeste D’Armitage, Toreador Council Representative

“Ronan’s choice has consequences. But the childe is not the crime — he is the result. And he’s watching, always watching.”

— Council Summary Note

Assessment Summary

Strengths:

– Exceptional composure and strategic thinking.

– Highly adaptable to social and political hierarchy.

– Displays Camarilla loyalty, tempered by independent reasoning.

Liabilities:

– Emotional residue from mortal mentorship bond with sire Ronan MacRae.

– Persistent perfectionism bordering on obsession.

– Genetic irregularity (Brujah sire, Ventrue expression) presents long-term uncertainty in blood resonance and behavioral predictability.

Council Designation:

Retain under observation. Potential asset to Camarilla governance structures. Provisional clearance for minor political representation within London’s inner domains.

Filed Addendum — Sire’s Statement (Excerpt)

“He was my subordinate once — in death, the order remains. I didn’t make him to serve, but he still serves, even when he believes himself free. There’s loyalty in that — and danger, too.”

— Ronan “Rage” MacRae, Brujah, London Domain

Status: Active

Classification: Camarilla Asset (Tier III, Observation Priority)

Recorded by Ronan “Rage” MacRae

(Council Archive — London Domain)

There are nights when I still see him as he was — shirt sleeves rolled, tie loosened, numbers and projections dancing across his screen while the rest of the office emptied out.

Euan MacMillan. My analyst. My subordinate. My mirror in younger skin.

He was always immaculate. Never sloppy, never careless. I mistook that for confidence once — thought he’d built his composure from the same stone I had. I learned later it was armour. Every polished word, every measured tone, a defence against the doubt that gnawed behind his eyes.

I used to tell him to slow down, that precision comes from patience, not pressure. He’d nod, pretend to listen, then stay late and perfect every report until dawn.

He was good. Too good. The kind of man who tries to earn approval he already has.

When I vanished, he kept the office running. I know because I watched — from alleys, from rooftops, from the edges where my world and his no longer aligned.

He didn’t falter. He became me. The posture, the tone, the stare that cuts through noise.

Part of me was proud. The rest was afraid.

The night I found him again, he was already too deep. The wrong accounts, the wrong names, the wrong eyes on him.

I didn’t want to bring him into this.

But I couldn’t let him die for following the example I set.

He didn’t scream.

Didn’t plead.

Just looked at me — the way he used to before asking for approval — and said my name like it was still an answer.

Now he calls himself Eoin Vale.

A name reborn, like armour reforged.

He carries himself with the same precision, the same restraint. But there’s something else beneath it — the beginnings of command. He talks to Ventrue like one of them. Knows their codes, their posture.

The Council thinks him a curiosity: a Ventrue born of Brujah blood.

I think of him as my responsibility. My mistake. My legacy.

He still seeks perfection. Still hides from the reflection that doesn’t return his gaze.

And I — I see in him everything I tried to bury.

Pride. Doubt. The need to be seen.

When he speaks, the room stills. Not because of the blood, but because people listen.

That’s something I never taught him.

That’s something he earned.

If there’s redemption left for any of us, perhaps it starts with him.