Ben Grimm doesn't remember much of his mortal existence, like many Gargoyles. While he holds no formal position as such among the Kindred of Seattle, the hulking monstrosity does serve in one useful capacity: as a bodyguard for Prince Pietro.

The impressive sight of Ben looming in the shadows near his Prince grants a measure of status and respect both for the Gargoyle guardian and his Toreador patron. Something of a rarity, especially in Camarilla cities where the Tremere might take offense, an independent Gargoyle often lives a precarious existence.

Ben has no such problem in Seattle. At least, not so long as Pietro lives, and rules. Obviously, anyone considering usurping the position of power in the city is going to have to go through 'The Thing."

This has never been more true than it is now. The Gargoyle is perhaps the most significant pawn in Pietro's game now, his champion...patrolling the night sky in silence and stealth, looking for Pietro's enemies to destroy. Considering the more severe Hunger afflicting all Kindred now, who knows what the creature has been given leave to do in the pursuit of his task? Even the local Cathyans warily look up for signs of the monster out for their blood.

If the Gangrel aren't careful, they may find out the hard way what Ben is capable of. Shame he didn't go up in flames with the Tremere...