“Michaelite” is a term one uses to describe a kindred who used to live under and/or subscribe to the vision of the world presented by the Trinity of Constantinople, and particularly Michael, the Prince who thought he was an archangel and an agent of God on earth.
Not all of those kindred were Toreadors, though certainly the clan as such in large part was either willing to admit Michael’s divinity (though, perhaps, not in the way he understood it) or at least be sympathetic to his cause, with the Prince’s own descendant being foremost among those awed. There was also little politics involved in the faction as such, when one compares it to its contemporaries. Michaelites were proud to carry the title into the world with them, not hiding their loyalties at all, but they did not try to conquest or influence much outside of their ruler’s chosen land, except perhaps bringing their own culture with them whenever they went. It was the culture, the inspiration and the pride of sharing their leader’s enligthenment that they saw as something to be shared with the world, believing Constantinople to be the centre of everything, and certainly civilisation as it should be.
To say that the faction died with it’s Prince like many others would not be truthful. Until those days there are such kindred who either remember the glory of the City Which Was or were brought up by their sires in remembrance and observance of the old values. Such kindred tend to stand out in the modern cities in one way or another, and while they may be very different people, with different goals and habits… there is something that connects them. As if an echo of the past that is inexplicable and elusive but certainly, undeniably there. A special case are those rare few who had in the past stood face to face with the legendary Michael. It is said in them a memory of his dream is still living, inspiring them to actions furthering his goals centuries after his demise… For nothing else is worth living for once you have seen the face of the Prince, heard him speak and beheld his dream, or so they say, forever broken hearted and still shedding tears for a man who, as rumour has it, chose to die centuries ago for reasons nobody now can say they understand. What was the Dream about? What was it that made the faction a faction? What was the goal? Nobody still alive knows… or if they do, they are not sharing.