Native Rights Activist

Quote: You sucked the life from my people for 500 years.
It’s time you gave some back.
Prelude: You never forgot where you came from. Your
parents were poor, hardscrabble peasants — like their parents
before them — all the way back to the Spanish conquest. The
village priest noticed how smart you were as a child. He not
only taught you to read and write, he found you a place in a
nearby town’s school. After that you worked your way through
university. When you had your law degree you returned to your
province, to win back your people’s rights from the Spanish
landlords. The landlords didn’t take too kindly to your efforts
and they took the fight outside the courtroom. Fortunately,
someone else noticed your struggle as well.
As you lay bleeding in a ditch, a native man in the most
amazingly old-fashioned garb said you would not die yet.
He took the last of your blood and made you immortal. The
landlord who ordered your murder became your first meal.
Your sire showed you that the oppression of your people was
not confined to the living. The rich men and their soldiers were
nothing compared to the undying tyrants of the Sabbat. The
landlords merely took the peasants’ labor; the Sabbat took their
lives! You still fight in court for your people’s rights (through
proxies, or when you can arrange a nighttime trial) —
but you also gather money and weapons for the struggle
against the vampires who stole the night, and
then strip away their assets through lawsuits
and sabotage. Sometimes your missions carry
you north to native communities in America.
Once in a while you and the rest of your sire’s
brood can attack the Sabbat more directly.
You must exercise utmost care, though.
Your sire stresses that if the Sabbat
ever learns that the Tlacique still
exist, the entire clan is doomed.