When he turned 17, he met a girl in the town market by the name of Clarissa Lumien one night and they spent days upon days speaking of darkness in the arts and the artist whom harnessed it.. she spoke of madness and realizations, hope and deispair, and the meloncholy of every day life...
He stared fascinated by this young girl who spoke like a wizened sage more than 4 times her apparent age, so much that he when she leaped on him and bit into his neck, he didn't even flinch or fight... he just slipped into the oblivion of undeath.
When Jonathan awoke, his mind was filled with the images that were locked away in his mind by his attempts to retain his sanity... he saw people for who or what they were.. he saw the colors that surrounded everything and he saw Clarissa for what she was... a Vampire maddened by her existance.
Over the years he has developed a love/hate relation with his "condition" hating the madeness that comes with the Malkavian blood and the "downtime" he suffers when institutionalized and loving the insight that comes with his
immortality.
He arrives on the shore of England seeking others of his kind to study for his "portriats" which he paints with paints mixed with his blood... He sees a mansion in the distance and senses Kindred blood... more blood to paint with...more paintings to paint
