"If I kill you, no one will say a word 'cause they'll be dead too."
- Trent Dresdond, Sabbat Bishop.
The Black Hand is a violent, heartless, brutal, and sinister group of
killers devoted to death and destruction of all opposing forces external or
internal. Should it ever need a poster boy, they can call upon this man,
Lynx's favorite character, Trent Dresdond. "Psychoman" (he got the
nickname from the Black Sabbath song) is the New York's most effective
weapon. Intensely loyal, shockingly unpredictable, and (some say)
completely unstoppable, Mr. Dresdond has carved a niche for himself... in
blood. He has no problem disposing of anything or anyone for the Sabbat.
A problematic spy? Don't worry about it. Traitor in our midst? It's
taken care of. Overzealous archon? Consider him fried. Annoying lover?
She's toast. As resourceful as he is evil, Trent Dresdond represents a
rare breed of power hungry yet truly selfless minions that the Sword of
Caine is trying to cultivate.
Born in Barcelona almost fifty years ago, Trent came out of the womb
ready to kill. His father was a respected vampire hunter, a member of the
Spanish Inquisition. His mother? Well, she was a sweet woman with a
penchant for magic. Childhood was surprisingly normal for such a
supernaturally entrenched family.
Growing up, Trent did all the normal "kid" things: go to school, get
beat up, beat others up, buy stuff, protect his sister, play with his
sister. Only, interspersed within those moments were sword fighting
classes, martial arts, ancient lore, and vampiric studies. Tales of
grotesque beings filled his head; calls to duty stirred his blood. By the
time adolescence rolled around, Trent was primed to be one of the greatest
hunters the world had ever seen.
However, a certain Sabbat infiltrator had other plans. Rowyn Dagger,
his new instructor, took him away and embraced him. It was through careful
observation and consideration that Rowyn brought Trent into the fold, and
after giving him a few simple assignments, she was very pleased with her
protege.
The duo, one veteran and one new recruit, left Barcelona and headed for
New York. Once there, Rowyn was caught up in a mysterious upheaval that
left Trent all alone. Too confused to head back home and too brave to sit
around doing nothing, he fell back on his childhood training and set out to
"rid the world of evil." Ridding the world of evil wasn't profitable, so
in due time, he resorted to petty theft for money.
During a less-than-spectacular vehicle heist, Trent was caught by the
legendary Assamite antitribu, Saladin. Taking pity upon this lost soul,
Saladin directed Trent to a local Bishop. It was there that Psychoman was
born. Under the steady guidance of the Sabbat, Trent embraced their
doctrines and found the idea of pointless excess an enticing notion. But
in order to completely revel in the abandon, he needed a pack.
Hooking up with a ragtag band of misfits (surviving members are: Evelin
Vanderford, Cobra, Hildy, Stevewiser, Edge), Trent helped form the now
infamous pack, the Elysium Swarm. Under the watchful eye of eldest member,
Hildy - who turned out to be Rowyn's friend - the group flourished.
Together, they took on invading oriental vampires, onslaughts of Lupines,
and legions of Camarilla.
Alas, the numerous battles took their toll on the pack, reducing the
once fifteen strong to six. It was then that New York was taken over and
the surviving members fled for their lives. Trent, along with Edge,
Evelin, and Cobra, wandered the world together like a nomadic pack before
finally returning to New York to participate in the siege to retake the
city. Once it was secure, the pack split up for good.
Following a series of heartbreaking incidents, Trent became fed up with
Sabbat life and defected to the Camarilla. In his brief stint for the
enemy, he perfected his art of killing and found his true calling.
Mindless chaos was nice and good, but assassination, that's what he was
good at.
Again switching his alliance, he was picked up by Rowyn's old pack, the
Imperialists, and put on probation by Sabbat leaders. They didn't kill him
because his achievements had number many (even in those days), but they
wanted to send a message loud and clear: no more unloyal actions. Trent
took the punishment to heart and put his mind into becoming the deadliest
killer the Sabbat had ever seen.
In a fit of bravery and insanity, Trent executed the often imitated,
never duplicated "Dresdond Maneuver." It involved staking a Prince on a 40
story high rise, jumping out a window, landing on a padded Uhaul truck with
the Prince intact, and diablerizing him. (For your information, YES, Lynx
did think all of that up himself and he did make all the necessary rolls
with difficulty 9, sometimes 10. Don't ask me how, but I saw it with my
own eyes.) That act alone brought Trent out of probation and into the good
graces of Black Hand, who welcomed him with open arms.
Probation behind and power within grasp, Dresdond now finds that the
Black Hand gives him the focus he lacked. In countless battles, he
single-handedly turns the tides through his ingenious tactics. He hunts
down innumerable traitors - traitors ranging from Panders to respected
Prisci - and kills them before they can divulge secrets. His surgical
removal of key members in the cities like San Francisco, Chicago, Berlin,
and Seattle allows the Sabbat easily takeover the crippled townships.
Twice he has saved New York. He has even saved the Sabbat.
Even Regent Galbraith requested his assistance when the Tremere
antitribu were found dead.
His list of accomplishments go on and on without a single blemish;
there is no mission he has not completed. The name Trent Dresdond sends
chills down the most battle hardened spines: they know that at any given
moment, those aforementioned vertebrate could be forcibly ripped from their
rightful places. His appearance alone is enough to quiet the most violent
of Brujah brawls, and when he speaks, everyone listens. So dominating is
his personality that most of his subordinates are only capable of nodding
in mute agreement for fear of their unlives.
And to that, Trent - now Bishop Dresdond following a controversial
appointment by Archbishop Polonia - only smiles. It is good to be the
king.
- This profile was written by Don (casiiianman@hotmail.com).
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