My time among the kindred of L.A. has numbered only a handful of days but in this time I have been able to collect and collate the information necessary to accomplish my secondary mission. Provided you will find the first of several psychoanalytical profiles of the involved kindred of Lord Mckellar’s life. This first profile is of The Lord Consort himself, I pray that it gives you the complete insight into his life post your departure of America that you desire.

My information is derived from several sources: the most pertinent being his personal memoirs which I obtained from his lair. About a century of notes, audio/visual media and diaries were collected on his personal computer. Secondary information came from research of local libraries, interviews and webs searches using dates and events mentioned in his memoirs.

I have separated this profile into three periods of his life: pre-breakdown, breakdown and post breakdown.

The earliest of his personal documents mention you frequently. It appeared that he often lamented his decision to stay here in L.A. and not come with you to the homeland. It was his concern for this Victorette character that appears to be the lynchpin of his decision. Many of his writings offer up other excuses that I believe he thought true: He was afraid of another great change after becoming a vampire, he feared the commitment between you two, worries that he would only harm you. It is definitely in character for him that he likely was too ashamed to admit that another woman kept him tied to L.A., even if it was not for romantic reasons. This lingering guilt likely contributed to his inability to form long term romantic relationships with other kindred or even mortals. His apprehension at involving himself in warfare also comes up with great frequency, especially during the second great war. At this stage in his life the fear of harming another seemed to stay his hand frequently: During this time he fully developed his social feeding abilities. He also established his casual friendships with local mortals of the time. These mortal connections would persist through decades and generations as Ira established an identity for himself in L.A. His musings of Victorette are casual but certain trends can be seen to establish themselves in her post embrace actions. He speaks in increasing frequency of odd incidents with her: her coming on too strong to mortals or making a scene in a kindred gathering. Somewhere during this era he discovers the Malkavian clan and their famed mental instability, making the connection between the habits of pre and post embrace Victorette he concludes that she belongs to the clan of Malkov. This era of relative innocence ends with the coming Anarch Revolts, where Ira is forced to take part in a war, something he was able to avoid his entire existence so far.

The Breakdown era of Ira’s life begins with the end of the Anarch Revolts and the establishment of the first of the free states. Ira fought alongside the anarch cause and made a name of himself. It is during this time much of his combat prowess and anti vampire tactics developed. Many would contribute the jading that afflicts Ira with the fire filled nights of revolution but his writing style and journals tell of a different source. It would appear that Victorette had achieved the apex of her unstable nature during these years, as far as Ira’s accounts are concerned. Her wild outbursts, constant ghouling and disregard for the Masquerade should have seen her destruction by an anarch gang decades ago. Ira seemed to be in constant contact with her to be in a position to cover for these actions. References of bribes, paying for bully squads, sabotage, blackmail, even murder all speak of a man who was working constantly to keep Victorettes exploits under the table. Over time his notes make less and less reference to meeting with other kindred or even to making trips very far outside his domain. It appears his personal project had begun to consume most of his nights to the point of excluding contact with others of his kind. I believe this all culminates in a single breakdown, as evident by a video file found on his computer. It is very clearly ripped from a videocassette recording, containing several segments of static before actual footage appears. First is the tail end of an MTV video that cuts to a full segment of commercials as if the owner did not know how to use the record function of a VCR properly. Next is a segment of a family playing on a beach. After a few minutes of static it roughly cuts to a bedroom, the camera is on the floor and sideways. Ira is sitting on the bed, clothing stained with fresh looking blood. The walls show impact damage, running water is heard off screen. For a full seven minutes Ira sits there, his hands in his lap looking at a downward angle. Then it begins: softly at first and over the course of fifteen minutes he appears to gradually break into a full stifled sob. He holds his face in his hands the entire time. The file ends after five straight minutes of him sitting there, weeping quietly. Why this video file was on his computer, i do not know. Perhaps he mass uploaded all his cassettes to his hard drives during a round of technology upgrades and it was brought up with everything else. Perhaps he intentionally kept it. I have no time frame for when or where this occurred or even whose blood Ira was covered in. Perhaps he murdered one person too many in the name of covering for his ward, perhaps he simply walked in on an aftermath of one of her trysts and began cleaning up, perhaps he was attacked by someone he cared about who turned out to be working to end the madness of Victorette. In any case the emotion displayed in the tape is quite raw and seems to portray a total surrender of will. I believe with the facts I have at my disposal that this moment, frozen in video file, to be the straw that broke his back. After a certain point in his journal entries the emotion seems to start to drain away. Entries become more clinical, factual, a series of statements of events that occurred in his life.

After this his entries seem to focus on small slices of his life without context. Who’s hot in Hollywood, new renovations to his restaurant, facts about his herd. References to Victorette are short and seemingly pleasant. Any sign of previous stresses about her have disappeared. Occult investigations are mentioned and resolved, it seems as a way to kill time and keep amused. The rest of his notes are an endless succession of nights without any real change in routine.

I must conclude that Lord Ira is a fundamentally unhappy person. He has imposed upon himself an impossible responsibility without any win condition. Victorette’s constant sociopathic actions endanger herself often and constantly violate the Masquerade. Ira’s compulsion to help her seems to stem from an inner need to be useful to others, to sacrifice to see joy in other peoples lives, to set right unfairness at the cost of himself. This is apparent in not only his guarding Victorette but in the speed at which he also took up aiding Lord Dracula and his cause. Even if Lord Ira was sure that Dracula was living a fantasy he went out of his way, and indeed endangered himself substantially in the process, to try and keep him both happy and safe. Look towards his choice of ghouls: Ira ghouls from his herd and from that source only those that are sickly or close to death but wish to live a few more years for various reasons. Mostly these ghouls last a few years, grandfathers wanting to see their granddaughters married or to see if their children will be ok. A steady passing of the torch from one charitable act to the next. To my knowledge Ira has never sired any childer of his own. Perhaps a combination of guilt mixed with the stress of his nightly surveillance of Victorette has left him feeling that he does not have time to spare in his eternity to properly raise a companion. Whether this inability to feel joy without aiding others is a symptom of his social exile while aiding Victorette or a deep seated inferiority he harboured from his mortal days is impossible to draw a conclusion on. Lord Ira has been fundamentally alone, in a city of millions, for over ninety years, his only companion a living embodiment of abuse and disappointment. He seems to be riddled with self loathing, depression and a general repressed anger.

In my next report I will cover Victorette herself, though this will largely draw its conclusions from the time I have spent personally with her as well as opinions of others.

Your faithful servant,
Sikorsky