Standing at 6'5", the Most Revered of the Lancea Sanctum is a giant amongst the Spears.  Embraced late into his forties or fifties, he walks with a slight limp, a holdover from his days as a mortal.  The towering Kindred is thin and gaunt, and the lonely curse has struck him hard.  His eyes are pure white, so that to the kine he looks blind, and a foul stench follows him wherever he goes.  This scent is only worsened by the shoddy condition of his clothes, thick dark robes covered in dirt and filth that he simply refuses to change or replace until long after they have fallen to rags around his too white flesh.

the Most Reverend Jancowski rarely ventures outside of his domain, sending his Disciples out to roam and bring converts to him.  He is rumored to be a talented practitioner of his Covenant's bloodmagic, but none but other Sanctified have ever born witness to this fact.  He appears largely removed from the politics of the City, only rarely appearing at the Sellout Prince's convocations to cast his vote.  Though, given his reliance on the Cacophony society, his words and opinions are heard far and wide.