Franklyn Burgee
| Franklyn Burgee | |
| Masquerade Character | |
| Pronouns: | He/Him |
|---|---|
| Clan: | Clan Tremere |
| Sect: | The Camarilla |
| City: | Pittsburgh, PA |
| Player: | Joseph Perry |
Elder Prince Franklyn Burgee has been in Pittsburgh as long as there has been a Pittsburgh. He was born in the Pittsburgh Manor, and embraced the night the city was established. To many, Prince Lyn and Pittsburgh are simply the same thing.
Little is known about Prince Lyn beyond that, only the fact that he took Praxis in a bloodless coup in 1928, fought the Sable family to a savage, bloody stalemate in the 1980's, and disappeared entirely from public life shortly before the turn of the century. For the last three decades, Prince Lyn has ruled from an undisclosed location, relying on an apparently inexhaustible network of Ghouls, catspaws, and couriers to maintain control of his territory. There are a great many myths and legends, most of which revolve around his ascent to power and the strangely aloof role he plays in the public life of the city. Some rare few, often the most obscure and least verifiable, suggest that his aloofness is a trick, and that the Prince has spent the last several decades on a series of increasingly unlikely adventures.
One story of particular note is the origin of the Elysian Three, a trio of indestructible, transparent boxes containing three members of the Sabbat who sought to assassinate the Prince and take the city by surprise. While stories vary as to how the three were defeated, the events following their failure are a matter of public record. Prince Lyn held them for seven days and seven nights in a room with a glass ceiling and exactly ten square feet of protection from the sun, protection which moved throughout the day. When the three were mad with pain, fear, and exhaustion, Lyn sealed them into individual diamond boxes which he then had connected to the foundation of the city's main Elysium. They're held completely still, able to produce only the very faintest of sounds and utterly incapable of even twitching their limbs. Every night since, a servant has arrived to place a bit of the Prince's blood in a shallow depression at the top of the boxes, letting the blood trickle through an intricate system before waking the occupant so that they can watch the world continue without them.
