Given Name: Jonathon Waters
Changed Name: Detholusin Uss

Born: October 31st, 1926
Embraced: December 3rd, 1958
Eye Color: Pale/White
Hair Color: Silver/White
Height: 6’6”
Weight: 341 lbs.

Jonathon was born into a wealthy family, or as wealthy as they were in the early 1900’s, and in such was an ‘upper class’ boy from the beginning. His family had amassed a large wealth during their lives becoming very well respected in Italian society. His mother was always the intellectual one, the thinker. His father fell into the opposite side of the spectrum, the brute works-men. The both of them, together, made quite the arsenal in the business world, hence their great success. His father had once been nothing more then a lackey on a shipping block, his mother had taken up education, employed as a teacher. When they met, though, things came together. With his mother’s intellect and his father’s will, the two became excellent entrepreneurs, starting their own company that soon expanded, they owned more then they knew what to do with, so to speak.

When Jonathon was born their life changed once more, Jonathon’s mother fell into the shadows of the business to keep her time available for the new boy. Jonathon’s father unlike many of that time, as well, spent much time with his newly born child. Considering it important for one parent to be as involved in a child’s life as the other.

When Jonathon was old enough to start schooling, under the influence of his mother, he was sent away to a reputed private school where he took most of his young studies. As Jonathon grew, entering his more teen years he lost the excitement of his schooling, his studies no longer challenged him, because of this he was taken from his private schools and brought to his home for schooling by his mother. She had deemed fit to teach him what she knew as she had once been a teacher herself. Now, back at home under the influence of his father as well, a man who would not have his son’s brain bigger then his arms, Jonathon was often sent out on chores and tasks requiring physical labor. His father’s reasoning being that if the mother were going to mold his mind, then his father would mold his physic.

Through the teachings of his mother and the hard labor put before him by his father Jonathon became a very well rounded young man as he neared his twentieth year of age. Both, abnormally strong, and abnormally smart he had become quite the partner in his family’s company. Being able to handle the physical and mental work without a second thought, or twitch. He learned much about finance, about politics, and many other things involving the work place from his mother, and on the other side of things he gained a strong will and a perfect ‘touch’ from his father, basically your typical male type stuff. He loved things the way they were, his family was popular and well known, and now, so was he.
 
Time progressed and it was that very perfection that became Jonathon’s largest downfall. Because he’d found things far too easy his whole life, because everything in his life was so much better, so fitting, Jonathon grew to be very, very vain. He believed he truly was better then any other and as such his ego came to rule his entire life. Nobody, including his parents who taught him all he knew, could compare to his genius, to his greatness. He was Lord and Master in a world meant to be his kingdom.

What Jonathon never knew was that his ‘talents’ had been watched over for the greater part of the present. A man, Claudius Jones, who had contracted the work of his families company many times, had taken quite an interest in Jonathon’s life, dealings, and experiences. It was with this that the man’s life took yet another turn. Jonathon received the call for a private meeting from one of Claudius’ assistants. It appeared Claudius wished to discuss a partnership with Jonathon, of course, he couldn’t resist. The idea to expand his ‘kingdom’ was something Jonathon could never pass up. Arriving at the man’s estate perfectly on time… the meeting began. They discussed many objectives, ideals, and expansions. Jonathon was very impressed with his share in the deal, while Claudius was very impressed with Jonathon’s manner and the way he held himself so highly. The meeting ended and Jonathon was dismissed, both leaving that night with their own versions of impressed thoughts.

Soon the two had taken over everything, Jonathon had managed to push his parents right out of the company leaving them with what they had, nothing more, perhaps less. He moved away and followed the pursuit for greatness in the footsteps of his new mentor. Their empire grew and grew, following the collapse of others the two partners swept in to take control of awaited territory.

Claudius watched over Jonathon with a very trained eye. Impressed time and time again. Jonathon was always on day shift, taking care of the business in the reoccurring absence of his partner. Most would ask questions why his fellow businessman would work only at night, would turn over the company to another by day, but Jonathon was so full of himself that the situation was simply a way for him to better himself without the eyes of others. Never asking, never wondering, only high on his achievements, high on himself.

Finally Jonathon, in Claudius’ eyes proved to be worthy of the gift he’d been planning to give the young entrepreneur for quite some time. They held one of their usual meetings to discuss the issues of their company and present agreements. Yet, this meeting was different from any other, if only Jonathon had known what was in store for him. Claudius mentioned many odd things that had proven questionable. Ways that Jonathon could improve himself, beyond what he already was, mentioning powers that he never knew, gifts that could be given to expand his every talent and skill. Once again his perspective of the conversation was different from most people. There were many who would take the questions as ludicrous babble. Jonathon took them as prospects of perfection. Without even knowing what he succumbed to, Jonathon grew willing to accept whatever it would take to make him more, make him better. With that he was given the gift; Claudius took the man down with no trouble at all, managing to seduce the young man as Jonathon went with the flow in some odd train of thought knowing he’d be better for it. An idiot? Perhaps. Jonathon was blinded by power, his ego controlled his every action. This was just one of those times.
 
Jonathon awoke the next night. Alive in ways he could never have imagined. His every emotion, feeling, and sense soared to heights that reached the stars themselves. He had no idea what had happened to him, but he loved it. The feeling, the power that burned within him, the thrill of it all was like some new drug that made him feel nothing less then invincible.

Over time Jonathon learned what he’d become, learned what gifts had been handed down to him. And he reveled within it, he knew he held power more potent then any human, any mere mortal, this was his chance at achieving perfection, the perfection he’d always seen himself grasping. The world would finally be his and all within it would kneel.

Things went well. Claudius was satisfied he’d made the right decision with Jonathon. In Jonathon… with Jonathon, Claudius could rule on high, unfortunately he had one with him who desired just the same… at any cost. There were no faults, or so he thought. The time came when Jonathon grew to know more then he perhaps should have been taught. Jonathon went into his own private dealings. Sweeping the kingdom they’d built right out form under his partners feet. Jonathon began searching out new prospects of power, ones he’d never have found without the gifts he’d been given. As with his parents, so too came the same fate for his sire, those who were responsible for Jonathon’s wealth and talents became nothing more then pawns begging before his throne, so it seemed.

Soon his secret empire had grown into companionships with even the Sabbat. And as before, Jonathon tripped on his path, his own obsession to be the best had become a fault once more. Jonathon had left the old world Italy and made way to expand to America. It was there he made one faithful deal with a Sabbat Tzimisce who wished to contract his services for undisclosed reasons. The deal went through, the two formed a partnership, but this time it wasn’t so easy for Jonathon to shrug off his alliance and move on. The Tzimisce known to him only as the Fulfiller had other plans and didn’t enjoy being betrayed. Jonathon was hunted down, and captured during a meeting with one of his ‘other’ partners during the ending months of the fall. In the captivity of one of his many ‘old partners’ Jonathon was put through unmentionable tortures. The Fulfiller took pleasurable joy in tearing away the very things Jonathon held dearest, his looks, his strength, his will, his genius. All the things that had ever made him successful, powerful, and vain were stripped away, torn and destroyed. All of himself, all that he was was gone, and remodeled into the perfect irony of punishments.

Content with the tortures he’d put Jonathan through; the Fulfiller left Jonathon to drown in the sorrows of all he’d lost. For years, Jonathon wandered the world, a husk of insanity and terror. He’d become a monster, thanks to the touch of Vicissitude from the crooked hands of the Fulfiller; Jonathon now resembled what could only be described as the Beast. His good looks, his money, and his power were all gone and he was left with nothing… he was nothing!

It took Jonathon a few years to stabilize once more. Wandering from city to city, in and out of hovels and sewer dens. The Blue Blood gone Rat, a truly pathetic story, but in all truths, he’d deserved it. And he knew it. Deep inside the insanity that had taken over his mind, he knew this was who he made himself to be. He knew that all of it, every last bit of it, was his own fault. Vanity was a sin beyond many sins, and one he had committed at such level, such drastic levels.
 
Eventually though, Jonathan’s ghoul, one whom had served him for quite some time, found Jonathan once more. Jonathan had thought his servant would have never survived the time away, but Vitae laced Wine had kept the loyal ghoul alive. It was kind of ironic really. For the longest time the young ghoul, Metus Exidodium , seemed to be the strong one instead of his Master. Jonathon had to re-learn speech for the most part, not because he had forgotten or lost his memory, no, simply because he had become so sheltered, so scared of every shadow after the torture that it became hard to be a civilized creature once more.

The two became inseparable, so to speak, Jonathon, for the most part, relied heavily upon Metus so he could simply function. Where once the bond was Master and Ghoul, now they were friends, if not brothers, so to speak. As time progressed, though, the roles seemed to change. Soon enough Jonathon had regained himself, but had become someone new, just the same. No longer bound by his vanity, and despite his still monstrous appearance, Jonathon became honorable, noble, and dare it be said… kind. He had managed to regain his strong will and in many ways ruthless nature, but such traits had manifested in a knightly if not mentor sort of way, rather then cruelty and greed.

A new man, or as much a man as he was, Jonathon took a new name. Detholusin Uss. Where Metus had once watched over Jonathon, Jonathan now watched over Metus once again. Though he was no longer the cruel Master he once was and for that Metus stuck by his side, not just because he had to too survive, but because now, he truly felt like he belonged and was of some help to the new Jonathan. It was a trade, so to speak. Metus taught Jonathon to reclaim his life, now Jonathon did what he could to teach Metus of the world, both his own mortal world and otherwise. Years have passed; Metus has become a strong ghoul and much more than a servant, and even now remains at Detholusin’s side as a very capable assistant. Their journey continues…