Advantages:
Backgrounds:
Generation - 7
Herd - 5(Platoon of 53 combat ghouls and 5 truly personal retainer ghouls)
Influence - 5 (Leader of the Eagle's Nest mercenary group/nation)
Military Force - 5+ ("King" of the nation of Kaymakli)
Retainers - 5(5 truly personal retainers. 53 elite combat ghouls)
Resources - 6
Flaws:
Touch of Frost
Derrangement - Mild OCD (Heat. When possible, seeks contact with items that are hot enough to provide him with warm, or foods/fluids that fill him up with warmth)
Addiction - Heat (*see derrangement*)
Weaknesses:
Cast no reflection
Easily addicted to vitae
*The following weapons are his "personal weapons". When he leaves his home, he might or might not be carrying any of them (the exception being the katana as he never goes any where without it).. As the leader of Kaymakli (formerly the Eagle's Nest mercenaries), he has access any of it's military's weapons, vehicles, or personnel.*
Weapons: advanced rifle, throwing knifes, two daggers, scope, katana (silver infused and reinforced so that it permanently keeps it's edge), wakasashi (silver infused and reinforced so that it permanently keeps it's edge), hollow tipped bullets, explosive rounds, silver infused rounds, regular rounds
Armor: Powered armor which protects him from fire and the sun and also boosts his strength and stamina +2, regular street clothes usually consisting of a black silk shirt, black slacks, black heavy leather boots with steel plates, black leather gloves with a chain mail inner weave, leather long coat with various compartments for his weapons and ammo.
Background:
There are few that know my name, there are fewer still who know who I am. For centuries I have walked this world, never staying in one spot for too long. I have borne witness to many of histories greatest moments, both good and bad, and often times I have been at the front lines myself.
I will let you know a few things however. By all forms and definition, I am of the clan-less. I am one of the last of an experiment between a Lasombra and a Child of Haquim. When I was sired, the blood of both elders was poured down my mouth at the same time, giving me both the gifts and curses of both clans. Except for my "sister" I am the last remaining member of that experiment, as my other siblings have perished.
I was welcomed into both clans, learning and being trained by both sires. In time however, as it happens with all of our kind, I grew to no longer be able to stand my sires and we had a falling out. It was around this time that I joined the oldest of vampiric sects, the Manus Nigrum. It was through this sect that I have gained the reputation I hold.
I will not lie. I have spent centuries assassinating others. I have killed countless vampires and humans, and even a few werewolfs. It is through that profession that I met the Prince of London, Avery. I shall not reveal the circumstances of that meeting, but rest assured that the end result was a sort of alliance between me and her based out of mutual respect.
I have since left the Manus Nigrum over a decade ago shortly before the week of nightmares. If it still exists or not, I could not say. Since leaving the sect. I have continued to wonder the world, operating as an assassin and professional killer. Recently, I have been asked by Avery to return to London in order to assist her as her Seneschal. After much deliberation, I had accepted her request and invitation.
At least, that was what was supposed to happen on my world. On my way to London, however, I was attacked by a cabal of mages. And while I was able to send two of them to meet their makers, the others managed to banish me from my world. When I awoke, I found myself here, within this strange land. And now, now I must do what I have continued to do for centuries. To adapt, and to survive.
