The New World Sabbat called this elder vampire "the little tailor of Prague" once they met him - however, his real name was not revealed. He came to Atlanta with his retinue of Szlachta to take part in the siege of that city. The Tailor was expecting something of a cool reception from his Sabbat 'cousins', but showed little discomfort to it because of his decades of experience among the dungeons of the most notable houses of Europe.
This ancient Tzimisce was no power monger, but a young Lasombra named Sebastian voiced his concearns that the Tailor was there as a favor to Ambrosio Luis Monçada. Alongside the fiend Sascha Vykos, he was responsible for crafting scores of battle ghouls to attack the Camarilla according to the Cardinal's wishes - it is said that the pair was able to create nearly a hundred ghouls of that kind within a week or two. Much differently from Vykos, however, he seemed quite fond of his pitiful creations (monstrous aberrations easily three times his own size), and sobbed in grief as he saw many of them lying dead after the battle for Atlanta has ended.
Like many of his Tzimisce brethren, the Tailor was not easy to look at. A very slight man, each of his fingers had apparently been stripped of all flesh and sharpened into long, delicate needles of bone. He wagged his finger knowingly at them, revealing long viscous-looking lines of blackened catgut threaded through his needles. These strands ran along the inside of his palm, over the hump of his wrist and away down his forearm into the recesses of his sleeve. He gave the impression that his hands and arms had been flayed open, reveling the taut lines of vein and artery beneath, but it was not so, for the moist black catgut simply wound over and about his arms, like thread on a spindle.