| Lawrence Pacterquin |
| Your father was a wealthy slave trader on the Mediteranian centuries ago. You enjoyed this period of life, watching him, studiying everything that he did until you understood every part of his business. Then, his usefulness ended, you eliminated him and took control of the family empire. For over a decade you looted, raped, and pillaged, perfectly content to sail the seas as an infamous captain. Then, you ran afoul of a Spanish vessel, carrying the crown prince. Taking control of the vessel easily, you and you men drank the fine wine aboard well into the night. Then, in the night, you were quickly overcome by a Cainite that had been dwelling in a crate in the hold. He tore through your crew quickly, and almost fell on you as well. He held himself away from you though, forcing the Beast within down. His composure regained, he invited you for dinner in the prince's quarters. Not knowing what else to do, you accepted, and he embraced you that very night. Perhaps it was a combination of a deep desire for greater power, or simply the rich surrounding you were immersed in at the exact time of your embrace, but you suddenly had a longing desire to become something more And you did. For decades more you sailed the high seas, and with a loyal, ghouled crew, you slew hundreds of pirates and reversed your reputation from a brigand to knight. After much time at sea, you turned to the royal palace of Spain, where you acted as a trusted advisor to several influencial lords and ladies. Centuries passed, and you were eventually thrown out of your positions of power by the hated Lassobra, who to this day are your sworn enemy. Recently, you entered the city of Guelph, and gave decided that you will gain power in this small city much like you did in ancient Spain. to this end you have renounced your Malkavian heritage and joined with a completely psycotic Toreador to for the Torkavians. Everyone in the city believes that the two of you are completely insane, wearing bizzare clothes and acting erratic at all oppurtunities. Little do they know, you are not insane at all.....you are perhaps the most sane creature in the entire city. Concept You believe that it is your right to rule over your lessers, and none have proven themselves worthy of calling themselves your better. You have decided to let other's buy into their preconceptions of Malkavians, and plan to use their foolish notions against them. It will becoem like Spain, with you as the secret advisor to all the important people, and the others all dancing to music of your own creation. Sire: Quagmire of Newbrush Nature: Plotter Demeanor: Bon-Viviant Generation: 8 Haven: Many Attributes Physical: Strength (Brutal) 4, Dexterity (Fleet-footed) 5, Stamina (Resolute) 5 Social: Charisma (Graceful) 5, Maipulation (Well-Reasoned) 5, Appearance 3 Mental: Perception (Experienced) 5, Intelligence (Analytical) 5, Wits (Ambushed) 5 Abilities Talents: Alertness (Animals) 4, Brawl 2, Empathy (Emotions) 4, Expression 2, Intimidation 3, Streetwise 3, Subterfuge (Rumors) 5 Skills: Animal Ken 1, Crafts 2, Etiquette 3, Firearms 1, Melee (Swords) 4, Stealth (Tracking) 4 Knowledge: Academincs (American Realism) 4, Computer 1, Finance 2, Investigation 2, Linguistics (Various old dialects) 4, Occult (Vampires) 5, Politics (Camarilla) 4, Camarilla Lore 4, Sabbat Lore 2 Disciplines: Auspex 2, Celerity 2, Dominate 4, Dementation 5, Fortitude 4, Obfuscate 3, Potence 4, Presence 4 Backgrounds: Contacts (Club-type contacts) 5, Influence (Old-backbenchers) 5, Retainers (Various mortals in Guelph), Resources 6 Virtues: Conscience 1, Self-Control 4, Courage 5 Humanity: 1 Willpower: 9 Age: 751 Apparent Age: 30 Date of Birth: August 4, 1350 RIP: September 19, 1380 Hair: Brown Eyes: Brown Nationality: Spanish/Canadian/American/Mexican/British/French Height: 5'8" Gender: Male |
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