| Damien Thorn |
| Prelude Your father was a drunk, and an honored hero at the same time. His name ahs been lost even to you, though you still recall the pain from his fists breaking your bones, your mother crying in pain, your sister screaming as she was raped by him. You hated him, but hated the alcohol more, because it was to blame for violence and discord in your family. You were embraced by a passing vampire who needed a footsoldier in her eternal war. You valiently and successfully destroyed the wolves that plagued her estate, and in return she taught you for several decades, and then turned you out on your own. As a knight you fought for whatever causes you thought were just, but gradually the conflicts blurred into one. Each noble lord seemed just as corrupt as the last. When you saw the holy healer, Jesus, crucified for being kind to the people, you thought the world had went mad. After witnessing the spectacle, you retired to a manor given to you by Lord Hustan, and went into a deep sleep, which lasted until you were awoken by a raging pack of neoates. They never knew what kind of monster they awoke. You had contemplated your existance for the centuries, and believed you were on the brink of a momumental discovery when the young ones woke you. You retained enough of your mind to keep one alive, and intterogated him. He was told of your existence by a local Setite, and the same Setite had stolen all that was rightfully yours. You fell upon the temple they had established on you family mansion, and tore through them easily. When you entered the main chamber, you saw your sister....she was one of them. She attacked you, and you dispatched her with ease. A piece of your soul crumbled that night. You have been battling with the Setite throughout the ages, using all the resources at you disposal. When the Camarilla was founded, you joined to use it to stike at your enemies. Sabbat, anarch, Setite, Giovanni, it made no difference which; the Camarilla proved effective against all. You have settled in a small city in Canada instead of a larger metropolis, not because you couldn't rule there, but because you prefer the quiet. The city belongs to you, and you will be damned before it is taken from you. Every creature that has stood against you thoughout the ages has fallen to you. So shall is continue. Concept You are a timeless beast that has long since forgotten what being mortal was. You are a hoary elder, considered an eldritch methuselah by some. It matters not. All that matters is that you maintain your dominance of your chosen territory while bringing order to disorder. Nature: Architect Demeanor: Director Sire: Lady Polysien the Horphus Generation: 6 Haven: Mansion in Guelph amongst dozens of others Attributes Physical: Strength (Reserves of Stength) 5, Dexterity (Grace) 5, Stamina (Tireless) 6 Social: Charisma (Eloquent Speaker) 7, Manipulation (Well-Reasoned) 7, Appearance 3 Mental: Perception (Insightful) 4, Intelligence (Subject Authority) 6, Wits 3 Abilities Talents: Alertness 3, Brawl 3, Dodge 2, Empathy (Personalities) 4, Expression 3, Intimidation (Veiled Threats) 4, Leadership (Noble) 5, Subterfuge (Impeccable Lies) 6 Skills: Archery 3, Crafts 1, Melee (Fencing) 5, Survival 2 Knowledges: Academics (Dark Ages) 5, Finance 2, Investigation 3, Law 1, Linguistics (too many to count) 6, Occult (Vampires) 6, Politics (Camarilla) 7, Science 1, Ventrue Lore 4, Setite Lore 3, Camarilla Lore 3, Sabbat Lore 1 Disciplines: Auspex 5, Celerity 1, Dominate 7, Fortitude 7, Obfuscate 3, Obtenebration 3, Potence 2, Presence 7 Backgrounds: Contacts (other elders) 4, Herd (young ghouled women) 3 Influence (Canada) 5, Resources 6, Retainers (ghouls) 2, Status 5, Ventrue Status 4, Camarilla Status 5 Virtues: Conscience 1, Self-Control 5, Courage 4 Humanity: 2 Willpower: 10 Age: 2030 Apparent Age: 32 Date of Birth: August 3, 2BC RIP: June 13, 30 Hair: Black Eyes: Brown Nationality: Countless Height: 5'11" Gender: Male |
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