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[Darrian_Gabriel]

Character Sheet

Name:
Age:
Height:
Occupation:
Type: (Human, Kindred, Ghoul, Thin Blood)
Physical Appearance: (No Anime)
Group Affiliation: (If Applicable)
Clan: (If Applicable)
Sect: (If Applicable/Kindred Only)
Weapon(s): (If Applicable)
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Bio:

 

[Darrian_Gabriel]

Name: Jason Aguilera
Age: 73 (Looks to be in his 30's)
Height: 6'2
Occupation: Hunter
Type: Human/Ghoul
Physical Appearance:
Group Affiliation: The Horsemen Of War
Clan: N/A
Sect: N/A

Weapon(s): Range of both semi and fully automatic firearms including MP-5's, Baretta's, assortment of Shot Guns and his trusted ceremonial battle ax, Covenant.

Special Abilities: As a Ghoul, Jason possesses about half the strength, speed, reflexes and senses of a full fledged Kindred, all depending on the generation of vampire he feeds off of at any given time. He is also a skilled martial artist and trained soldier stemming from his time in the jungles of Vietnam.

Bio:
Jason Aguilera was born in October of 1949 to Miguel Raphael Aguilera, a wealthy businessman who owned several wineries and his wife Priscilla. From a very early age, Jason displayed traits of severe anti-social behavior and exhibited many classic traits of a born psychopath, although he would go undiagnosed for most of his life. The boy would go on to develop a morbid fascination with fire and explosives that would bloom into full blown pryo-mania by the time he reached his early teens. In 1969 as the war in Vietnam heated up, Jason was drafted into the Army at only the age of twenty. While on tour, the young man witnessed ground horrors that only fed his psychopathy. Before too long, he would sneak into the holding barracks of Veit Cong prisoners and brutally set their jail cells on fire, burning the hapless occupants to death without ever getting caught. After five years in combat and advancing to the rank of Second Lieutenant, Jason returned to the States and shortly thereafter left The Army entirely.

Looking to re-create the adrenaline rush and sense of brotherhood he felt during the war, Jason's psychopathy grew until he decided to put his immense technical expertise of explosives to diabolical use. He became a full fledged serial killer/bomber whose reign of terror would last more than twenty years. He bombed over forty targets claiming the lives of over two hundred people until he was finally caught. Sentenced to death, Jason would languish in prison until his fortunes changed drastically. He had begun a letter correspondence with a woman named Damani Krishna. Damani had taken a great interest in the serial killer and before too long she was visiting him regularly. Damani was a very wealthy socialite of Indian decent who, unbeknownst to Jason at the time, was also a vampire of the Toreador Clan. Being a natural psychopath, Jason was able to sweep the vampire in his charms and in no time the beautiful young woman had fallen for him completely. So much so, that during Jason's scheduled execution, she managed to switch him out for someone else, effectively faking her lover's death. Once on the outside and a free man, Damani finally revealed herself as Kindred to which Jason was intrigued. Over time the two furthered their romantic relationship but with the angle of Domitor and Ghoul, as Damani was now steadily feeding much of her own blood to Jason, but not wanting to fully Embrace him. However there’s was a strange and unique bonding of Domitor and Ghoul. Although Jason indeed became dependent on Damani's Vitae, he retained much of his own dominant will and independent attributes. Damani on the other hand, became more devoted to her lover while Jason seemed to be devoted to Damani's blood. An example of Jason’s dominant will began to manifest as he began to crave Vitae more and more.

However there was a third party that would soon enter the picture in the form of Damani's younger sister, Eshara. Coming over to the States from India at the age of nineteen, Eshara would prove to be just as much a scheming psychopath as Jason himself. Only a few weeks after the young woman had arrived in Royal Haven, Damani would fully Embrace her sister. But since Damani was a thirteenth generation vampire, her Embrace was so diluted that Eshara was effectively only a Thin Blood of the fourteenth generation. But she didn't let this stop her ambitions of ascending through vampire ranks. Being a devastatingly beautiful young woman herself, she used her charms and beauty to seduce her sister's Ghoul lover, Jason. The two conspired to get rid of Damani, as Eshara had convinced Jason she was just in the way. They lured Damani outside where she would suffer the scorching rays of the sun resulting in her Final Death.

However Jason had been sinking deeper and deeper into his Vitae addictions, and Damani's death would only further warp his mind. He began to adopt a twisted philosophy which he turned into a psuedo religion in a mix of both Egyptian and Mayan mythology based in sun worship. Since vampires greatest weakness lies in sunlight, Jason has taken to viewing the celestial body as a god in it’s own right. Jason has started a fledgling cult that doubles as an ultra violent biker gang that call themselves The Horsemen Of War, which of course specializes in hunting vampires. Despite this, Jason and Eshara have continued their precarious and dangerous liaison in a kind of sexual symbiotic relationship. In exchange for money and sex, Jason hunts down Eshara's political rivals with his sun worshipping bikers and the arrangement benefits both. Eshara has less opponents within the Camarilla and Jason feeds his ever growing need for Vitae. However with the recent assassination of Royal Haven Prince, they may have crossed a bridge too far as it has opened a can of worms neither of them expected.

 

[Darrian_Gabriel]

Name: Eshara Krishna
Age: 24
Height: 5'6
Occupation: Corporate Mogul
Type: Thin Blood
Physical Appearance:

Group Affiliation: N/A
Clan: Toreador
Sect: Camarilla
Weapon(s): N/A
Special Abilities: She masters the disciplines of Presence and Auspex
Bio:
Eshara Krishna was born to a set of very wealthy parents in New Delhi, India. Her father, Sutesh Krishna had developed a very successful computer software engineering corporation by the time he was in mid twenties. Eshara and her older sister Damani were born in quick succession and before too long, Sutesh went global with his corporation and over the years amassed a staggering forty billion dollars in net worth. Sutesh sent Damani to the United States, specifically the city of Royal Haven, where she would receive the best education possible. Sadly Sutesh and his wife Mara would die in a unfortunate plane accident, leaving Damani as the new head of the software corporation. Somewhere along the line, Damani was Embraced by an unnamed Toreador and she walked as a vampire for an unspecified period of time. Growing lonely, she sent for her younger sister Eshara back in India. Eshara had always been different growing up, showing disturbing signs of being a born sociopath. When she came over to Royal Haven from India, she was already scheming on how to get sole ownership of her father's corporation. But when she found out that her sister had transformed into a vampire, she saw an even bigger prize for the taking. When Damani formally Embraced her, she was in for a rude awakening. Damani was of a very high Kindred generation, thirteenth to be exact. Meaning that her blood was so diluted by that point, that Eshara wasn't even a full Kindred when Embraced, she was known as a Thin Blood.

Not letting this revelation slow her ambition, Eshara sought the help of her sister's Ghoul lover, a man named Jason Aguilera whom her sister had saved from Death Row. Being attracted to the former serial killer from the start, Eshara seduced him into helping her get rid of her sister. Both Jason and Eshara lured Damani into a trap where the duo led Damani to burn in the sun, leaving Eshara as the sole heir to her family's fortune. Now she has her sights firmly on the throne of the Prince of the Camarilla. She wants absolute control over the city of Royal Haven and will stop at nothing to get it.

 

[Witherbrine26]

Character Sheet

Name: Albrecht, son of Albrecht
Age: 1,001
Height: 4'5
Occupation: Wandering Scholar
Type: Kindred
Physical Appearance:
Group Affiliation: N/A
Clan: Tremere
Sect: N/A
Weapon(s): An alchemically altered staff capable of containing vast reservoirs of blood inside. A simple robe that has been alchemically changed to be as strong as metal and to magically dampen applied force
Special Abilities: He has mastery over most forms of Thuamturgy and specializes in conjuration, blood manipulation, and alchemy
Bio:
To be a peasant growing up in the Kingdom of Germany was to be subjected to the whims of nobles and nature. Albrecht was named after his late father, who perished in an accident, leaving just him and his now-widowed mother, Anne. She did her best to support him and, in a miraculous feat, managed to get him educated and would often skip meals so she could find new texts for him to devour. However, when he was twelve, a noble called Aima, that was passing through, took an interest in a peasant boy being able to read and write at the age of 11. He then offered for them to travel with him as he wished to support such an intelligent boy. While hesitant, Anne accepted, and soon they were whisked off to this noble's manor, where they were pampered and given anything they could wish for by glassy-eyed servants.

A year passed as he grew older and more knowledgeable; he started to amass a small library of his own that the noble allowed him to keep as she started poking into the topic of magic that the night owl of a noble allowed him to carefully parse and only when he was with him. It was around this time that Anne suddenly grew infatuated with him and would often times refuse to leave his side, an indignity that Aima bore with little issue, and the socially stunted Albrecht had no problem with it.

However, as another year passed, he grew into an official adult. Aima prepared a banquet filled with the decedent's food and invited dozens of nobles to enjoy the festivities as he agreed to formally take Albrecht as his own son. His birthday arrived, and Albrecht was led into the feast hall where instead of fat nobles, he saw inhuman beings dropping off people or indulging in the pickled bits that decreased the tables. Turning to Aima in shock, Albrecht would only feel a brief pain in his neck before everything went black. He came to seconds later filled with a deep thirst, and when a massive squirming wine skin was placed at his feet, Albrecht didn't hesitate to feast.

When he finally threw off the presence of the Beast, he was coated in a thick layer of blood, and when he dropped the body held in his hand, he realized with dawning horror that the pale face of his mother started back up at him. He then was swiftly carried away by Aima to be formally inducted as the first true Childe of House Tremere. Albrecht then spent the next century under the harsh tutelage of his Sire as he was taught everything that a proper Childe must know. Unbeknownst to Aima, Albrecht had been subtly requesting help whenever he was sent on tasks, and on the day of his 113 birthday, he struck.

A squadron of chancres stormed the castle slaughtering any servants that stood in their path as a riled-up mob followed behind. Albrecht, who had forced himself to stay awake even as the sun tempted him to sleep, joined up with the mercenaries at the door to his Sire's bedchamber. With a splintering of wood and muttered arcane words, both door and mystical defenses were sundried, and his Sire was dragged from his coffin and clasped in thorny chains heavily cursed to strike at his blood and ensure he was kept weak.

Giving the men his payment Albrecht departed his Sire in tow. He then spent his next thirty years in a parado of his prior hundred; while he spent many hours learning this time, it was not at the foot of his Sire, but as he thoroughly fed him his blood and extracted every scrap, the mage-turned-vampire knew. Then as his third year approached and he had learned off everything Aima had to give, he bound his mind with potent magic before draining him dry and devouring his soul. The fragmented state of Aima's mind and the blood bond between the two ensured he could not resist, and so Albrecht ascended. Leaving the empty husk, the now fourth-generation kindred departed from his homeland to explore the world.

Since then, he has spent nearly a millennium exploring the known world, gathering tomes, and expanding his knowledge all the while. However, despite his power and age, he has been regulated to little more than a myth of an eternal child who may grant you knowledge in exchange for red life. He has since arrived in the port of Royal Haven after hearing that its Prince has been associated. Albrecht has arrived with the sole goal of uncovering who may have killed the Prince, why, and how. Beyond that, he has little care for the state of the city and may support somebody who offers sufficient knowledge or an interesting tale.

 

[Eccentric_Undead]

(All art has been approved by Darrian_Gabriel )

Name:
Elias Albaster

Age:
4th Generation
2,453
Height:
7'2"
(Due to Body Alterations)
Occupation:
Museum Curator
He verifies the authenticity of pieces of history that are submitted to a local museum. He does this all with no contact to any human. Only communicating to them through letters that he sends with the packages they deliver to him.
Type:
 Kindred

Physical Appearance:
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Group Affiliation:
 None
Clan:
Tzimisce
Sect:
Independent
Weapon:
Great Axe
Special Abilities:
He has complete and total mastery of flesh crafting. Considering it to be an art form, he can do it without even thinking about it. Able to mold flesh to his whim, designing it to do exactly what he wants it to do at any given time. He can even do this to his own body. His skill at the craft is so honed that even if someone was alive when he did it, they would feel almost no pain as their flesh was molded to his satisfaction. This allows him to create his thralls and servants with ease. This also of course means that he is skilled with torture. There is not much else to say about that.

Background:
Elias doesn't really have memories before he was embraced. It was a rather painful process and to be honest he doesn't really care too much about who he was before. Being a kindred, whatever type he was, was more than enough. Suddenly he had the ability to change what he pleased. Understanding the very essence of who he was now was his entire goal. Of course, he was abandoned by his creator before he woke up, so he had to do what he must to figure out what he was and the rules. It wasn't long before he found others like himself, but as soon as they could see his abilities, they feared him. He didn't understand why until he met a lovely young lady of the same clan. She explained why their clan was so feared. She explained the abilities that he now possessed and how to best utilize them.

They took up residence on the outskirts of the Second City, taking up residence in an abandoned mansion and studied the ways of flesh crafting. Slowly, Elias began to understand why it was that he was given these powers. He could see the flaws in creation. Humanity was flawed beyond any recognition and even kindred had their flaws. Elias wished to escape those flaws. He developed the idea that he would transcend kindred kind. As such, he happily shed any bit of humanity he had. He even shed the look of humanity into something he deemed as perfection. He held tight to the laws of his people. His clan having an old world respect for guests, Honor and chivalry.

It wasn't long before he realized that the land that surrounded this mansion that he called home was in fact the only place he could sleep. He could not sleep unless he was surrounded by the dirt of his home. An interesting development, but nothing he was unprepared for. There were many things that came as a shock to him. Especially when his teacher took him to parties or gatherings of kindred. He met many interesting people, including one Hecata that he had no idea would become someone very important to him. All of this happening before the Hecata were banished.

Hundreds of years passed since an antediluvian was slain. Elias continued his studies of death, mostly ignoring the rest of the world in order to pursue the knowledge he so craved. However, that all changed one day when he heard a voice in his head. It was confusing to say the least, but it intrigued him. After talking to this voice for some time, roughly 50 years or so, he discovered that she was that Hecata girl he met at a gathering once upon a Time. Thinking nothing of her when they first met, now he was quite unsure of what she was. Perhaps this was fate? He didn't believe in such things at the time, but being able to communicate with someone beyond the shroud had to be something. In any case, they spent hundreds of years just having conversations from time to time. It came to the point where Elias genuinely enjoyed his time talking to this girl. They had much in common, including the fascination with death and transcending kindred kind. It wasn't long until they agreed upon a marriage. Marrying someone beyond the shroud was a challenge to say the least. The few kindred visitors he would get from time to time and the people who looked upon him as an aristocrat of kindred kind all thought he was going insane. Talking about an imaginary wife that obviously wasn't real. He paid little mind to this, but found himself wondering if he had in fact gone insane. Given the amount of time he spent alone and talking to his wife, the possibility was definitely not lost on him.

All that changed when one day, his wife appeared in front of him. Her beauty was something he could never hope to match or create. The grace of her being something that he had longed to see for so long. In fact, he had become obsessed with the idea of seeing her. Centuries without seeing the woman you love can do that to a man. He couldn't care less about his aristocratic status among kindred or anything that came with it. It all meant nil when one was alone and away from the one they wanted to be with. Of course, since she had finally arrived, he had to properly introduce his wife to others. He waited for the next great social gathering, accepting his invitation. The part he was fabulous, but everyone was absolutely shocked when this monstrous creature walked in, his beautiful wife at his side and on his arm. Holding something of a noble status within the secret world of kindred, his reveal of his wife was a big deal. Not only because it proved he was not insane, but because she inherited his aristocrat status.

Ever since then they have been living a wonderfully peaceful life. She continues her study of death and he continues to hone his craft of flesh. Living together in that same mansion that means so much to him. The walls decorated with his craft, furniture made of both human and kindred kind. Even taking time out of her day to model flesh crafted dresses for him. They live as a couple almost to two perfect, until you see the macabre things that they do. Despite this fact he has been relatively happy with his life. Still learning and still growing his abilities. Generally trying to ignore his own aristocratic status in favor of a more solitary and eccentric lifestyle.

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[Karcen]

Name: Lamash ( goes my ash now)

Age: ancient

Height: 5' 4"

Occupation: house wife

Type: 4th gen kindred

Physical Appearance: she has violet eyes abd almost always gas a silver crucifix on.

Group Affiliation: independent

Clan: hecata

Sect: independent

Weapon(s): none.

Special Abilities: aside from the power of an ancient 4th gen vampire she is a master of auspex fortitude and oblivion. Thanks to her husband's gift she has started to learn Vicissitude

Bio: It is said that after the flood of Noah drowned the world and destroyed the first city, the city of Enoch,that the antideluvians founded a new city in imitation of the first. Humans and kindred woukd once more mingle till the coming of Caine and his curses. This is the legend a story the canarilla would say isn't real that neither city existed and Caine is a myth. This myth was where Ash then Lamash was born. Her life as a mortal woman was not something anyone these days would call normal as her gods walked amoung their people. Still Ash would say her life was nothing soecial beyond being a woman able to read and write, something that even few men knew how to do let alone a woman. This might have been the very thing that drew the eye of her would be sire. Ash is no diablerist she has seen and learned from and with the founder of her clan, Cappadocius.



Her time after being embraced was spend mostly in detached study. Her body would start to wither becoming corpse like, but nothing to what it would one day become. She would once find herself in the home of a child of the eldest a Tzimisce. She would honestly use it as a chance to study the other kindred clan some while following the rules of hospitality of the Tzimisce. This little interaction between a monster like kindred abd a corpse like one would to her be of little meaning until much latter.



Eventually Caine would return and while Ash did not see him she felt him. A presence like none other she had though her sire a god and now she he was but a shadow of one. With Caine came the worsening of her clans corpse like state and the fall of the second city was civil war erupted. The kindred were scattered and the clans would form. Ash would follow her sire and the centuries would pass.



With time came change namely Christianity happened and her sire embraced it. Cappadocius would convert the clan to his brand of the new relgion, which was the most hands on he had been with the clan for centuries. Lamash would change her name to suit the new times and somewhat embrace the ideas of new age. It was this that saved her life when Cappadocius called what would be the feast of folly. As her sire called ash came not suspecting as some that something was wrong.



They were right oh so very right. Cappadocius questioned his many children 5th 6th even 7th generation as the clan had embraced wildly. The antideluvian would sort his clan and send the unworthy into an underground city and seal them in forever. This action would shatter what faith ash had in her sire. Still she had no idea the worst was yet to come. Augustus Giovanni the usurper was yet to rise.



Ash would continue her study of death until 1444 when the clan was shattered. Giovanni rose agonst Cappadocius and devoured him or tried to. Her sire cunning and in her mind mad gave himself over to the usurper. Cappadocius had never truly and fully come back from death soul hos soul fled his bodies death even when his hearts blood was drunk. Ash has heard some say their sire used this to assecend to heaven to consume God, if he did he failed. Still the clan was split to those loyal to Cappadocius and those loyal to Giovanni and ash was on the losing side.



Ash would flee not to a place but to a realm. Her faction used their powers to secretly open a way to the shadowlands and hide beyond the veil. It was here that ash would find the ghostly shadow of the city of Enoch perseved in the realm of the dead. She would maje deals with those in the dead city and be looked deeper closer to oblivion to the labyrinth. This is where she woukd remain in study once more till she felt a presence of a kindred beyond the shroud. Ash would latch to this presence and ar first use them to learn of the changes outside the land of the dead.



The presence as it turned out was the Tzimisce from the second city. From this an odd romance would bloom with ash promising to marry the Tzimisce if ever the seal barring her way back was undone. Little did she know that one day it would actully come to pass. Still with the way open ash hesitated waiting a time before returning. When she did the hecata were formed and her curse of looking like a corpse was gone her beauty restored.



Ash would make good and under cover of night find her love and come to him home once more in the flesh. Without an identity on the modten age and needed to be taught how things were ash would become a house wife which suits her desire to study fine. These days she studies not just death but all magic of the kindred. Her husband has even as a gift let her give him a kiss to drink his blood and take in sone of his power. This despite knowing her kiss was one of truest pain not pleasure. Now she Stearns not just to control the dead but flesh and bone as well. Still she wpuld love to learn more such as the various blood magics of the clans, she just needs the right teachers.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Art by lord-scavenger on Deviant Art

Spoiler: Human-like disguise/appearance

art by Blvnka on Tumblr.

Name: Alun Pritchard
Age: 138, 9th Gen;
Height: 6'0" (183 cm)

Occupation: Priest - Operating out of an abandoned Church near the outskirts of the city, Alun gives his service and refugee to anyone who seeks it. He also allows one other utility, that being reconstructive surgery with his unique ability of vicissitude-fleshcraft. His other deeds are free of charge, but this dark gift must be bought. Paid in blood packs or favours.
Type: Kindred;
Group Affiliation: Independent;
Clan: Tzimisce
Sect: Unaffiliated;

Weapon(s): No weaponry, aside from his body.

Special Abilities:
Bestowed with the dark, maddening gift of vicissitude, Alun has mastered this sorcerous perversion of life. He is not on the level of his elders, but the kindred at or below his generation would struggle to match his skill. Skin melts like heated butter, bone is clay beneath his dagger-fingers, cartilage is putty.

He has also cultivated his communion ability with animals, of all sizes. He treats these noble creatures of God with respect that they deserve, but even he is not above asking them for their valuable services. Even going so far as to summon or calm them at will.

Biography:

Alun Pritchard, born on September 27th in the year 1884, was a Welshman of grandioso upbringing. His father and mother were known nobility in the United Kingdom, which oft drew attention to their firstborn son. Alas, he would not rise to exceed their expectations. For early in his life, he was seduced by the divinity of the Church. He began to work immediately, drawing upon the vast wealth and knowledge of the library in order to become a priest. Shunned by his, then, family the young man had been emboldened to continue his studies with more fervor than ever. In the shortest breath of the world, Alun Pritchard became a devoted scholar of the Church. He gave it his all to serve his locality, becoming moderately known by its' inhabitants. So known that after 20 years of excommunicado from his family, they returned to him with tears in their eyes. He saw this as the greatest blessing from his Lord. But his happiness would soon be cut short. A fiendish devil with eyes that feed upon misery found the feal man alone one day in his church. This hungry, diabolical creature confronted him with its horrid, pallor appearance. He tried to struggle, but his human strength was weak against vampiric might. He fell that day. Or at least, that is what he told himself.

He awoke with pale skin, a dry mouth, and a devilish hunger for blood. His Sire stood over him with a vexing grin before the monster fled from his sight. Leaving behind only a note which it used to mock him for his faith and damning him to a new kind of Hell.

Alun broke down, but no tears flowed as he was newly dead. He sobbed in the crypt of the Church for an entire night, before finally succumbing to the urge to feed. One of the clergymen was the victim, Alun fed and fed until he was almost dry. But through sheer will, he managed to cease this evil act. He wondered deeply how could this had happened to him. It took an entire year of self-penitence, doubt, hate, and near-destruction before Alun realised his true calling. This had been a test from the lord. His mind recites his teachings. With this newfound inspiration, Alun set to work. He aided all who came before him and ceased the acts of evildoers.

But as time marched on, the decades changed those around him. He realised that he could no longer remain in Wales and so with his dirt, he traveled to new pastures to help those in need. He found himself in Royal Haven in an abandoned church. A perfect place to rest and recuperate. And he remained there forever more.

 

[Darrian_Gabriel]

Name: Jhardi Mehmed
Age: 222 when he was killed
Height: 5'11
Occupation: Nobleman of the House of Mehmed/Former Vampire Prince of Royal Haven
Type: Kindred
Physical Appearance:

Group Affiliation: N/A
Clan: Brujah
Sect: Camarilla
Weapon(s): N/A
Special Abilities: As a vampire of clan Brujah, Jhardi excelled in the disciplines of Celerity & Potence. He was also a master swordsman and world champion fencer.
Bio:
Jhardi Mehmed was a walking irony. Born in 1801 in the heart of Istanbul, he was brought of royal blood. He and his family are direct descendants of fabled Sultan Mehmed II, the Ottoman ruler who went to war with none other than Vlad Tepesh Dracula of Wallachia. As a direct result of those events in 1462, Mehmed would forge his descendants and bloodline into a powerful lineage of vampire hunters that span almost six hundred years. The House of Mehmed has evolved into one of the most prominent Conspiracies in the mythos of Hunter Organizations. As a direct descendent of the Sultan, Jhardi was expected to uphold his family's honor, slaying vampires from every end of the globe. But Jhardi had very different ideas about his future. Instead of living up to his lineage of killing vampires, he instead wanted to become the very monster his family had hunted for centuries. Studying Cainite lore for years, he eventually came to see The Kindred as superior to humanity. Jhardi adopted a fatalist mentality and thought that his family's quest to rid the world of vampires was futile.

In 1826, while on a diplomatic furlough in Spain, Jhardi caught wind of a local Spanish nobleman named Don Louis Romero. Don Louis was rumored to be the best swordsman in all of Spain and had won numerous competitions. Don Louis' almost supernatural ability with a rapier caused Jhardi to look into him further and in a short span deduced that Don Louis was indeed a vampire. Seizing his chance, Jhardi confronted Don Louis at his villa, leveling his suspicions. At first the Spaniard dismissed Jhardi as a lunatic, but than the young Turkish man made the foolish mistake of drawing his sword and challenging Don Louis to a duel. As a matter of honor Don Louis accepted and nearly killed Jhardi in the ensuing fight. Jhardi however did not beg for his life, but instead pleaded with Don Louis to Embrace him as he wanted to become a powerful vampire. Whether it was from pity or a real sense of insight, Don Louis spared Jhardi and agreed to turn him if he would serve the Spanish nobleman for a period of seven years as a test of his worthiness. Jhardi readily agreed and it was than that Don Louis effectively Ghouled Jhardi, feeding him his own precious Vitae. Jhardi kept his word and faithfully served under his vampiric master for over a decade. Finally Don Louis upheld his end of the bargain and rewarded his Ghoul with the Embrace. Jhardi Mehmed was now a Kindred of Clan Brujah. Over the years Don Louis faded off, eventually disappearing all together. It has been rumored in hushed circles that Jhardi actually killed his own sire for reasons unknown, but this is just speculation. At any case, Jhardi Mehmed just went from strength to strength feeling no guilt at betraying his family's legacy. In 1876, forty years after his Embrace, Jhardi would commit the ultimate act of cruelty and defiance for his ancestor's lineage. Using his wealth and connections, and during a period of great political upheaval within the Ottoman Empire, Jhardi systematically engineered a massacre of his extended family. In just a few short months, the Mehmed bloodline was nearly rendered extinct save for Jhardi himself. The betrayal of his great ancestor was now complete. However he would ultimately fail in his endeavor, for his youngest cousin, Amir Mehmed would survive the slaughter of his relatives and go onto rebuild the legacy of his ancestor, building up The House of Mehmed into one of the largest and most powerful Hunter sects on Earth.

Meanwhile, in the early 1900's, Jhardi set up substantial holdings within the city of Royal Haven. He became a serious and very powerful player within Camarilla society. By this time he had grown exceedingly wealthy and also became a world class fencing champion, using his extended training he had received from Don Louis all those years ago. In the year 2000 he had finally ascended the ranks of The Camarilla when he was formally coronated as Prince of Royal Haven. His reign would last for some twenty three years when in May of the year 2023, he mysteriously vanished. For over a month, the Camarilla of Royal Haven was sent in a chaotic uproar. Every single resource at the vampire's disposal was dispatched in finding the missing Brujah, but all leads came up empty. Than, several weeks after his disappearance, a gruesome package was unceremoniously delivered to Jhardi's Sheriff and second in command. When the package was opened, the Sheriff pulled out the dried and mummified head of Jhardi Mehmed, completely drained of all it's blood. The missing Prince had been found and whoever had assassinated him was sending a clear message. The reign of Jhardi Mehmed was over. When the news got out it left the Camarilla in complete disarray, leaving a gaping power vacuum in Royal Haven.

 

[CloudySkyLoftyMoon]

Name: Cynthia Descoteaux
Age: 23
Height: 5’ 4”
Occupation: Student
Type: Thin Blood
Physical Appearance:

Group Affiliation: N/A
Clan: Gangrel
Sect: N/A
Weapon(s): Survival Knife
Special Abilities: N/A
Bio: The turn of the 21st century saw the emergence of a world on the cusp of technological revolution. A world soon-to-be transformed by the ever-increasing interconnectivity of the internet and the apps that would come to define it. Growing up in such a world, Cynthia considered herself fortunate. Her family wasn’t rich, but neither were they poor. She may have wanted for many things, but she lacked for nothing essential: she was fed, clothed, schooled, and indulged when her parents could afford it.

Cynthia was raised a devout Christian. For as long as she could remember she had attended bi-weekly prayer meetings on top of regular church services, and as soon as she was eligible, she began serving as an Usher at her local church. And even then, those only accounted for the times she was directly at Church. For a family as serious about their soul’s salvation as Cynthia’s, it was only natural that all their children were enrolled in church-affiliated schooling and extra-curricular activities.

It was a decision of both faith and practicality, after all, the Church subsidized members who attended its affiliated schools and like most people, Cynthia wasn’t keen on graduating university with crippling amounts of debt.

Her life was one of—if not comfortable then at least bearable—monotony; and, though things would spice it up every now and again, the occasional family vacation or major school field trip, her salt & paper were the internet and camping. The internet was a given: the total amalgamation of human knowledge and creativity at her fingertips and (mostly) free! Camping was more nuanced, a way to get away from the stress of the city, the tedium of her studies, and of her life in general. It was always a pleasure to stock up on a few days’ worth of essential supplies: food, water, entertainment, and then drop off the grid to enjoy nature’s bounty and indulge her flights of fancy. There was always the chance she’d stumble upon gold while fishing in a river stream or return from the wilderness to discover her heritage was actually that of Kings & Queens—fat chance, but hey, a girl could dream.

As circumstances would have it, Cynthia found herself in Lima Linda California, attending a university of the same name and indulging herself in one final wilderness retreat before the advent of exam season. It was here, untold miles away from home, that the girl met her end. She had prepared her campsite and retired to her tent when something attacked her, collapsing her tent with ease and trapping the girl within. She fought fiercely, drawing a utility knife—an essential part of any camper’s kit—scoring a lucky stab on her assailant. It did nothing to stop her subsequent death, but her struggle had brought some sick satisfaction to her soon sire and so Cynthia was given the embrace.

When Cynthia awoke, she cut herself free and took in the blood-soaked wreckage of her campsite. From beginning to end she’d caught neither scent nor sight of what had attacked her, but she was not foolish enough to believe the devastation around her was the result of anything less than fatal predation. How she was alive perplexed her, but she knew better than to remain in the mess of blood as it would surely attack something else.

Confused and with her phone-cum-GPS destroyed in the scuffle, Cynthia stumbled to the nearest signs of civilization she could find, a seemly abandoned church where she found aid and enlightenment in the form of Alun. If anything, the revelation of her now undead nature has left her more confused than ever before and yet she’s hard-pressed to deny it wholesale.

The irony of her fate being more fantastical than anything she’s ever daydreamed of is not lost on her, but Cynthia still struggles to understand the situation she’s in. She’s resolved to stay in Royal Haven for now, learning, observing, adapting... However, a part of her, still small and whisper-thin urges her to embrace her circumstances, to not just survive, but thrive.

Cynthia is still deciding.

 

[Athanas]

Character Sheet

Name: Alexander Sidorov

Age: 83

Height: 6"3

Occupation: Runaway. Occasionally, Fixer.

Type: Kindred

Physical Appearance:

Spoiler: Appearance

Group Affiliation: Whatever helps him survive a few more nights. Beggars cannot afford to be choosers.

Clan: Baali

Sect: N/A

Weapon(s): Improvised explosives and a sawed-off Remington 870, if discretion is important. If push comes to shove, however, a barrage of hellfire and conjuration of horrible nightmares can leave even the most durable kindred opponents reeling, at the cost of exposing his true identity.


Special Abilities: Daimonion- one of the most vile disciplines, drawing upon the very essence of Hell. However, it is also undeniably incredibly effective, and he has mastered it to the fullest extent his generation would enable. The subtler manifestation of it are used frequently to assist him in survival, but the more potent ones are reserved for dire circumstances...

Obfuscate-Mercifully far less stigmatized, is also something he has acquired a very solid grasp in, albeit not to the same degree. Given his appearance, he has to use it frequently just to be able to traverse in cities.

Dark Thaumaturgy-The Tremere are not the only ones capable of sorcery. Horrible creatures of the Abyss are also privy to many tricks of their own that they teach, provided their price is paid. Alexander specializes in the Rego Calatio, the Rule of Summoning. Demons might not be subtle, or sane, but they make for incredibly potent force multipliers, after all.

Demonic Patron- Not an ability of Alexander's, per se, but an important part of his capabilities-through a pact sealed in a moment of desperation, Alexander has access to some of his patron's minions without needing to go through the usual trouble of a normal summoning. This, however, has cost him dearly, and the demon has not yet exacted it's final price-at any one time of it's choosing, it may make a demand that Alexander will be unable to refuse.


Bio:

Alexander Sidorov was born the youngest in a family of 7, and, from a very early age possessed a lust for life that refused to be quenched. From as early as six years of age he would follow his father to his workshop and ask incessant questions about how everything worked. By age 12 he could already work a wrench as well as any mechanic, and he dreamed grand dreams, of leaving his drab hometown of Ufa and seeing the world, just him, some luggage and a car.

Such dreams are far from uncommon among children, of course, but Alexander just couldn’t quite leave his behind. If anything, the more he saw of the ugliness of the real world-the sunken, drained faces of his adult siblings, eroded over several long shifts, the increasingly worrying coughing of his overworked father, and his mother’s rising stack of empty bottles-, the further he retreated. Hands behind a steering wheel, endless sunset as far as the eye could see, some music playing on the radio-that’s where he belonged. That’s where he would end up, sooner or later, right?

Alas, as with all dreams, that, too, had to end. And when his father finally passed from an illness he never had time to look into, and his mother followed suit soon afterwards after consuming copious amounts of wood alcohol, there was no longer the option of retreat. Suddenly overwhelmed by the weight of reality crashing down on him, he stood no chance. He managed to scrape by for a month or two, getting a job as a factory worker and taking up drinking, much like his dear mum had before him, but even that was not going to work. One evening, after his shift, he downed the last of his vodka and resolved that he just couldn’t go on. He trudged on through the empty streets, all the way to the bridge, and he cried for the last time. He cried for his family, for his shattered dreams, for the grey hell he had been consigned to from the moment he was born. He cried and cried and cried until he could no more, and then, he made ready to jump, looking behind him one last time.

And there, inches from him, stood a red haired woman, with a smile that would chill the blood of even the bravest of men. Then she leapt on him, and he struggled only for a moment before the ecstasy of the kiss overwhelmed him


Alexander took his death quite well-after all, it was not like he had any particular ties to mortality anyway, while in death he had found not only a new family, of sorts, in the form of others similarly undying, but also his sire, a being of immense charisma and beauty who commanded them all with great authority. Sure, she asked him to consume some of her own blood(or vitae, as she called it), and sure, he had to harm his fellow man, sometimes, to sustain himself, but he was willing to overlook all of that. And when armed men or other undead came for them he fought back with his newfound power, jealously protecting his love.

Yet this too, did not last-for eventually the deeds asked of him became too depraved for even the blood bond to excuse. However, his regnant was just as capable of using the stick alongside the carrot. His mind was assailed by terrible visions of the hell that awaited him after the final death, his visage was twisted and malformed, and his corpus wracked with injury and agony until he complied.

Through a stroke of luck, he was able to escape-not due to his own skills, but as a result of an attack by a Garou pack that shattered the cabal. He has been on the run since, never staying in one place for long, always trying to evade Garou, Kindred blood hunts, and mortal hunters.


He was never like most others of his bloodline. He has no interest in ending the world or letting forth The Great Beast, but years upon years of this have stripped away much from him. His morals, his humanity, his mind, they are all faltering. Little of what once made him who he was remains...except a burning will to survive. For he has been shown the hell that awaits him should he suffer the final death. And, compared to that, no price is too steep for his continued existence.