Post by vincent on Apr 29, 2010 17:18:28 GMT -5
Name: Vincent
Alias: Micheal, Brock, Darius
Age: 1,160
Age at siring: 23
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Clan: Assamite
Rank: Elder
Derangements:
Multiple personalities, Will frenzy easily at the sight of a Tremere
Powers: Quietus 6
Taste of Death
Ripples of the Heart
Obfuscate 5
Celerity 3
Dementation 2
Incubus Passion
The Haunting
Appearance:http://i664.photobucket.com/albums/vv2/Mother_Goddess_Photography/Masquerade/Vincent-1.jpg
Vincent is the image of the quintessential rock star a good portion of the time. He's very slender with a slight muscular build. His hair isVi an auburn color with a bit more red to it than brown. I wear it always very long. Its a throwback to my days as a barbarian. His eyes are a unique shade of green. They are the shade of freshly cut grass. My skin usually stays the same shade no matter how long I exist in this world for some reason. I stand at around six foot three which is a good height both when I was sired ,and today. My weight is only one hundred ,and seventy pounds, but I can still kick some serious when I need to.
Fashion Sense:Vincents fashion style is very different. One day he could be wearing an all leather outfit from leather jacket ,and pants with cowboy boots. The next day could be a five hundred dollar business suit with silk tie ,and velvet scrunchy to hold back his hair ,and again the next flashy button up shirts with ripped up blue jeans. He has only two constant accessories. A silver skull earring that he wears in his left ear ,and an eight foot diamond cut silver katana blade held in a snake skin sheath.
Personality:Well when it comes to personality there are actually four. Micheal, Vincent, Darius, and Brock. We'll start with Vincent. Vincent sticks strictly to the code of Samiel in absolute. He lives life with a code of honor that he will not break for anyone. With three main rules. Never kill the kine even during feeding. “An honorable death is better than immortality with a polluted conscious”. Fight for any who haven't the power to fight for themselves. “For this is the only way to atone for the enjoyment of the necessary.” Dispatch the kindred ,and Garou whenever they are found wanting. “Thou shalt not allow the world to be drown in the pollution of the corrupt ,and the depraved.”
Micheal: There isn't a whole lot to say about Micheal because he cannot exist as the main personality for long. The cause of this is because Micheal still believes that he is human. He is a torrent of all of Vincent's inner feelings ,and the suspicion that something is severely wrong because he has never seen daylight although he has Vincents memories of when he was human. Micheal is quite a bit paranoid ,and at times acts carelessly because he believes that everything is just a dream based upon the differences in culture ,and technology between the time when Vincent was alive ,and the present date.
Darius: Darius is a man of greed ,and pride at his core. He is egotistical although he tries not to be arrogant about who he is ,and what he wants. Darius is Vincents suppressed want of vices split apart from the main source. Power, fame ,and sex are things Darius craves in ever increasing portions. Darius loves flattery ,and can be seen out among the people kine ,and kindred alike. He believes fame is the great glory, sex is the great art ,and power as the structure in which to get all the things he desires. Although he is kind to all especially those who claim their undying devotion for him he will not go out of his way to fight for them.
Brock: Brock is an absolute killing machine. Where Micheal is Vincents lost humanity Brock is the kindred beast. His temper is great ,and he has no tolerance for stupid people or simply those who get in his way. Although Vincent ,and Darius have a full command of the kindred disciplines Brock has spent all his time in mastering them in the pursuit of the kill. He is quick to frenzy ,and will fight until he is absolutely sure that he cannot win.
History:Vincent was born in Italy to a family of soldiers. Although born there he was moved to the land where Great Britain stands now. His father ,and older brothers were part of the force that held Romes western most areas in Europe. He grew up learning to fight to become a soldier just as every other male did. Although when it was his turn to hold Britain for Rome however the Roman empire called all of his soldiers back to defend its home city. Vincent as a young man of around 14 refused to return to a city he could not remember stayed in what he called home.
As time went on he became frustrated with the people in charge who could not decide upon the simplest of decisions while the people of the country starved ,and lived in anarchy. So when the Saxon barbarians arrived he sided with them. For even though they were rough barbarians they had a power structure that would feed ,and protect the people. And as the Saxons became powerful his fame ,and glory grew as did his fighting skills.
Of course this caught the eye of an assamite who happened to be watching for something just like this to occur. And just as the Saxons plans were coming to fruition the assamite (who shall always remain nameless) swooped in ,and took Vincent. Against his will Vincent was turned ,and at first he rebelled against his new existence entirely. But as days turned into weeks he learned that this gave him much better fighting skills than he could ever had imagined. Even the taking of blood wasn't so bad once he learned he could feed from sleeping humans ,and not completely kill them.
The Assamite watching Vincents progress amazed at how much he was learning all on his own decided to teach him the finer points of how an assamite could kill. All the while keeping a couple of skills up his sleeve just in case Vincent ever decided to rebel against him. Many months passed ,and Vincent watched as his comrades the Saxons took most of his homeland ,and although he was no longer one of them he was overjoyed at their victories.
The ever watching assamite then decided that as the final lesson a killer such as they should have would be to kill his own friends. To wipe the Saxon tribe from the face of the earth. Repulsed by this Vincent refused as the elder thought he might. And so over the next several weeks Vincent was beaten ,tortured ,and starved into delirium. The elder assamite made two fatal mistakes in doing this. First of which Vincent retained both his kindred disciplines as well as his humanity during this delirium which was completely against what the elder thought would happen. And if that wasn't bad enough a Salubri seen Vincents plight ,and understood his honor code in Vincents willingness to die for his allies intervened.
In a decisive battle the Salubri ,and Vincent overcame the elder Assamite ,and in the delirium Vincent killed his sire taking his blood ,and vitae regaining his mental faculties ,and making himself stronger all at the same time. Vincent was then at a crossroads in his short kindred life. He was now free if he choose ,but he was also very young. And as the salubri informed him a very young kindred who had killed his sire. Which meant if he stayed on his own he would very much likely meet final death.
On the other hand all salubri were well known for being able to hide ,and to stay out of sight of other kindred. She would not keep Vincent as he was however. If he wished to stay with her he would learn all he could about what he was ,and it was all the kindreds responsibility to learn not just his clans history ,but the history of all kindred. On top of that he would take the code of Samiel as his own as well.
And so for the next four hundred of so years he ,and the salubri woman roamed the wildernesses of the world. The forests ,and deserts were his home as he honed his skills ,and learned an honor code that was not so far from his own to begin with. The scholarly learning was a different story however. It took him much time ,but he learned Caine's story from the killing of his brother to his wandering the wilderness of Nod. Even the things he learned from the lady Lilith.
At these times Vincent wondered if he wasn't far from Caine himself traveling the vast wildernesses ,and sometimes pondered if Caine had not crossed some of the same paths that he himself had passed. He kept learning however ,and he kept in memory the names of the first generation. The parents of all kindred Enoch, Irad, and Zillah.
And it went further tracing the lines of both Haqim ,and Saulot. At which point he then learned the lives ,and lines of all other clans. Near the end of his training he became the lover of the salubri woman. And now entering cities of men ,and other kindred he watched her heal the sick ,and wounded with just her touch. He learned of the downfall of the Cappadocians ,and the rise of the Giovanni who worked a strange magic on the dead.
For much of the middle ages there is nothing exciting to tell. They traveled from city to city healing those who could not be or would not be healed by other, dispatching depraved kindred whenever it was necessary ,and keeping track of both kindred activities ,and human inventions.
Just before the time of the renaissance Vincent asked his lover to travel to Italy. Whether it was pangs of his humanity or divine presence they arrived at one of the most glorious times in human history. Vincent tutored many prominent architects in the technology that had been lost during the middle ages. This was not his main job however mainly he was a bodyguard to many of these craftsman giving them tutored hints along the way.
After about a hundred years of living in many parts of Italy including Venice, and Sicily they traveled to China. Where his salubri lover found the Shao'lin monks most amusing. She said many times that kine are very fascinating yet deadly dangerous. Give them long enough ,and they could copy a large majority of the code of Samiel. They were very suspicious of us at first ,but we earned their trust. And for the next fifty or so years we stayed with them. She healing their injuries ,and I keeping them safe from outside invaders.
However like many other good things our time there came to its natural conclusion. We could only state that healthy living can keep you young for only so long. At which point we told them that we must go on a journey to spread the great teachings of the Shao'lin to other places in the world. At which point we had heard stories of the samurai ,and traveled to Japan to see if some of Samiels teachings had reached that far.
Again this culture was one that was interesting to us ,and so again we set ourselves to submerging ourselves into it ,and learning the advantages of it. And again we found traces of Samiels code within this warrior culture. At this time I picked up the katana that I continue to use to this day. We did not stay here long however because within the last two hundred years we had made quite a name for ourselves through Europe ,and China.
And so we fled from Japan into the great wilderness of the new world. (Which would be California actually). We spent another hundred years or so wandering as we had when I was first learning from her. Slowly we made our trek east ,and found major cities ,and civilization at another time of great intrigue to us. We ended up in Philadelphia during a time when the people were preparing for independence ,and war against the country that was originally my home. “Funny how if you live long enough immortality will bring you full circle huh”.
And although I was adamant about not taking any sides to this war at first my lover made it known to me that this was much the same plight that occurred when I was under the thumb of the elder assamite long ago. So we took part in America's war for freedom. Not that I could ever say no to her to begin with. And so again she took to healing soldiers ,and I was a bodyguard to many of America's founding fathers.
During the war I refused to use my disciplines against the British although I did kill many fighting for my clients during the war. This was our undoing however ,and had I known I would have forced her to leave back into the wilderness ,and leave them to their own devices. For soon after the war was over we were visited by kindred that backed the British during the revolutionary war. A group of Tremere with a Malkavian ,and a Ventrue found our safe house just as we awoke. The Malkavian ,and Ventrue kept me at bay while the Tremere destroyed my lover.
If this wasn't bad enough as my mind reeled from the shock of the loss they thought it would be appropriate for me to be forced to drink Malkavian blood. They thought it would leave me a blabbering mess until the sunlight ,and final death came for me. And as I lay there my mind twisting ,and contorting my training as a warrior of both Haqim ,and Samiel took over. And yes my mind split ,but not as they wanted it to.
That night I did all I could to dig a hole outside our safe house to keep out the sun of the day. Awakening the next night I had a thirst like none I'd ever known. It was the thirst for vengeance ,and so I spent the next twenty years tracking the entire group that appeared the night before. First was the Malkavian that gave me the blackouts in which I miss sometimes days before I wake again. It was easy to find him though because I kept seeing him in my head.
I also realized I now had the power to drive others insane with a mere thought. Although this wouldn't work on my victim it would keep others out of my way until I found him. I cut him to ribbons with my katana ,and left the pieces in the middle of the streets in Boston for the sun to claim him.
The Snooty Ventrue wasn't much harder. Because he was doing the one thing Ventrue love. He was trying to steal away America's money source by setting up a plantation in Virginia. As a little insight on how the Ventrue act. If they lose money in one venture they will find a way into power somewhere within the structure of the people who just defeated them ,and leech off of them until they've taken all the money they can from them.”
There I tortured him by burning all his money ,and assets making him watch as I did so. And afterward I placed a wooden stake through the cavity where his heart should have been ,and burned down his plantation with him inside.
The Tremere group was much harder however. I did however unknowing do a favor for a group of Nosferatu who had also sided with the Americans during the war. And so after a bit of pushing the begrudgingly gave me the location in Britain where these particular tremere resided. In Britain I receive yet another great shock when I found one of my older brothers still alive ,and also a member of kindred.
He however was taken in by the Giovanni who had destroyed their parent clan to rise in power. And I was given safety in their house although many proclaimed what a shame it was that I was a petty assassin rather than one of the family. I had no trust for the Giovanni ,but we did want the same thing so I brokered a deal with them.
So just before dawn of the next night we overran the Tremere safe house. They were completely taken by surprise at this because we put ourselves in the same danger as them. And so it was easy to stake them into paralysis ,and keep them captured while we slept in their own lair. After this I vaguely remember torturing the group. It was more like a dream than anything else ,but there are parts where I remember testing how much damage from different sources kindred could take before meeting final death. I must say I partially enjoyed causing as much pain as I could before killing them one at a time.
Once the slaughter of the Tremere I stayed one more night in the newly acquired Giovanni safe house. It was then when my brother brought me a bag of red coins. He had me take a coin from the bag as well did he. Once we gave the coins to each other they melded into the palm of our hands. He then explained to me what this ritual meant ,and gave me a few coins from the bag. He said I should take them just in case. I don't know if he had pangs of humanity remembering our time as mortal brothers or because the clan wanted to keep an eye on me. Either way I guess it doesn't matter.
My deal with the Giovanni done ,and them keeping the bodies of the dead Tremere I left again for the last place in which I ,and my Salubri lover stayed. Returning I found it inhabited by someone else. Rather than forcing them to leave ,and the lack of motive to live any farther I laid myself down into the earth ,and slept. It was only very recently that I awoke ,and upon finding the world in the state that it is. I traveled to New York hoping again to find company with other kindred.
(Final Note: Vincent knows of Micheals existence ,and tries to help him as much as possible. As for Darius ,and Brock. Neither of them knows anything about anyone ,but themselves.)
Alias: Micheal, Brock, Darius
Age: 1,160
Age at siring: 23
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Clan: Assamite
Rank: Elder
Derangements:
Multiple personalities, Will frenzy easily at the sight of a Tremere
Powers: Quietus 6
Taste of Death
Ripples of the Heart
Obfuscate 5
Celerity 3
Dementation 2
Incubus Passion
The Haunting
Appearance:http://i664.photobucket.com/albums/vv2/Mother_Goddess_Photography/Masquerade/Vincent-1.jpg
Vincent is the image of the quintessential rock star a good portion of the time. He's very slender with a slight muscular build. His hair isVi an auburn color with a bit more red to it than brown. I wear it always very long. Its a throwback to my days as a barbarian. His eyes are a unique shade of green. They are the shade of freshly cut grass. My skin usually stays the same shade no matter how long I exist in this world for some reason. I stand at around six foot three which is a good height both when I was sired ,and today. My weight is only one hundred ,and seventy pounds, but I can still kick some serious when I need to.
Fashion Sense:Vincents fashion style is very different. One day he could be wearing an all leather outfit from leather jacket ,and pants with cowboy boots. The next day could be a five hundred dollar business suit with silk tie ,and velvet scrunchy to hold back his hair ,and again the next flashy button up shirts with ripped up blue jeans. He has only two constant accessories. A silver skull earring that he wears in his left ear ,and an eight foot diamond cut silver katana blade held in a snake skin sheath.
Personality:Well when it comes to personality there are actually four. Micheal, Vincent, Darius, and Brock. We'll start with Vincent. Vincent sticks strictly to the code of Samiel in absolute. He lives life with a code of honor that he will not break for anyone. With three main rules. Never kill the kine even during feeding. “An honorable death is better than immortality with a polluted conscious”. Fight for any who haven't the power to fight for themselves. “For this is the only way to atone for the enjoyment of the necessary.” Dispatch the kindred ,and Garou whenever they are found wanting. “Thou shalt not allow the world to be drown in the pollution of the corrupt ,and the depraved.”
Micheal: There isn't a whole lot to say about Micheal because he cannot exist as the main personality for long. The cause of this is because Micheal still believes that he is human. He is a torrent of all of Vincent's inner feelings ,and the suspicion that something is severely wrong because he has never seen daylight although he has Vincents memories of when he was human. Micheal is quite a bit paranoid ,and at times acts carelessly because he believes that everything is just a dream based upon the differences in culture ,and technology between the time when Vincent was alive ,and the present date.
Darius: Darius is a man of greed ,and pride at his core. He is egotistical although he tries not to be arrogant about who he is ,and what he wants. Darius is Vincents suppressed want of vices split apart from the main source. Power, fame ,and sex are things Darius craves in ever increasing portions. Darius loves flattery ,and can be seen out among the people kine ,and kindred alike. He believes fame is the great glory, sex is the great art ,and power as the structure in which to get all the things he desires. Although he is kind to all especially those who claim their undying devotion for him he will not go out of his way to fight for them.
Brock: Brock is an absolute killing machine. Where Micheal is Vincents lost humanity Brock is the kindred beast. His temper is great ,and he has no tolerance for stupid people or simply those who get in his way. Although Vincent ,and Darius have a full command of the kindred disciplines Brock has spent all his time in mastering them in the pursuit of the kill. He is quick to frenzy ,and will fight until he is absolutely sure that he cannot win.
History:Vincent was born in Italy to a family of soldiers. Although born there he was moved to the land where Great Britain stands now. His father ,and older brothers were part of the force that held Romes western most areas in Europe. He grew up learning to fight to become a soldier just as every other male did. Although when it was his turn to hold Britain for Rome however the Roman empire called all of his soldiers back to defend its home city. Vincent as a young man of around 14 refused to return to a city he could not remember stayed in what he called home.
As time went on he became frustrated with the people in charge who could not decide upon the simplest of decisions while the people of the country starved ,and lived in anarchy. So when the Saxon barbarians arrived he sided with them. For even though they were rough barbarians they had a power structure that would feed ,and protect the people. And as the Saxons became powerful his fame ,and glory grew as did his fighting skills.
Of course this caught the eye of an assamite who happened to be watching for something just like this to occur. And just as the Saxons plans were coming to fruition the assamite (who shall always remain nameless) swooped in ,and took Vincent. Against his will Vincent was turned ,and at first he rebelled against his new existence entirely. But as days turned into weeks he learned that this gave him much better fighting skills than he could ever had imagined. Even the taking of blood wasn't so bad once he learned he could feed from sleeping humans ,and not completely kill them.
The Assamite watching Vincents progress amazed at how much he was learning all on his own decided to teach him the finer points of how an assamite could kill. All the while keeping a couple of skills up his sleeve just in case Vincent ever decided to rebel against him. Many months passed ,and Vincent watched as his comrades the Saxons took most of his homeland ,and although he was no longer one of them he was overjoyed at their victories.
The ever watching assamite then decided that as the final lesson a killer such as they should have would be to kill his own friends. To wipe the Saxon tribe from the face of the earth. Repulsed by this Vincent refused as the elder thought he might. And so over the next several weeks Vincent was beaten ,tortured ,and starved into delirium. The elder assamite made two fatal mistakes in doing this. First of which Vincent retained both his kindred disciplines as well as his humanity during this delirium which was completely against what the elder thought would happen. And if that wasn't bad enough a Salubri seen Vincents plight ,and understood his honor code in Vincents willingness to die for his allies intervened.
In a decisive battle the Salubri ,and Vincent overcame the elder Assamite ,and in the delirium Vincent killed his sire taking his blood ,and vitae regaining his mental faculties ,and making himself stronger all at the same time. Vincent was then at a crossroads in his short kindred life. He was now free if he choose ,but he was also very young. And as the salubri informed him a very young kindred who had killed his sire. Which meant if he stayed on his own he would very much likely meet final death.
On the other hand all salubri were well known for being able to hide ,and to stay out of sight of other kindred. She would not keep Vincent as he was however. If he wished to stay with her he would learn all he could about what he was ,and it was all the kindreds responsibility to learn not just his clans history ,but the history of all kindred. On top of that he would take the code of Samiel as his own as well.
And so for the next four hundred of so years he ,and the salubri woman roamed the wildernesses of the world. The forests ,and deserts were his home as he honed his skills ,and learned an honor code that was not so far from his own to begin with. The scholarly learning was a different story however. It took him much time ,but he learned Caine's story from the killing of his brother to his wandering the wilderness of Nod. Even the things he learned from the lady Lilith.
At these times Vincent wondered if he wasn't far from Caine himself traveling the vast wildernesses ,and sometimes pondered if Caine had not crossed some of the same paths that he himself had passed. He kept learning however ,and he kept in memory the names of the first generation. The parents of all kindred Enoch, Irad, and Zillah.
And it went further tracing the lines of both Haqim ,and Saulot. At which point he then learned the lives ,and lines of all other clans. Near the end of his training he became the lover of the salubri woman. And now entering cities of men ,and other kindred he watched her heal the sick ,and wounded with just her touch. He learned of the downfall of the Cappadocians ,and the rise of the Giovanni who worked a strange magic on the dead.
For much of the middle ages there is nothing exciting to tell. They traveled from city to city healing those who could not be or would not be healed by other, dispatching depraved kindred whenever it was necessary ,and keeping track of both kindred activities ,and human inventions.
Just before the time of the renaissance Vincent asked his lover to travel to Italy. Whether it was pangs of his humanity or divine presence they arrived at one of the most glorious times in human history. Vincent tutored many prominent architects in the technology that had been lost during the middle ages. This was not his main job however mainly he was a bodyguard to many of these craftsman giving them tutored hints along the way.
After about a hundred years of living in many parts of Italy including Venice, and Sicily they traveled to China. Where his salubri lover found the Shao'lin monks most amusing. She said many times that kine are very fascinating yet deadly dangerous. Give them long enough ,and they could copy a large majority of the code of Samiel. They were very suspicious of us at first ,but we earned their trust. And for the next fifty or so years we stayed with them. She healing their injuries ,and I keeping them safe from outside invaders.
However like many other good things our time there came to its natural conclusion. We could only state that healthy living can keep you young for only so long. At which point we told them that we must go on a journey to spread the great teachings of the Shao'lin to other places in the world. At which point we had heard stories of the samurai ,and traveled to Japan to see if some of Samiels teachings had reached that far.
Again this culture was one that was interesting to us ,and so again we set ourselves to submerging ourselves into it ,and learning the advantages of it. And again we found traces of Samiels code within this warrior culture. At this time I picked up the katana that I continue to use to this day. We did not stay here long however because within the last two hundred years we had made quite a name for ourselves through Europe ,and China.
And so we fled from Japan into the great wilderness of the new world. (Which would be California actually). We spent another hundred years or so wandering as we had when I was first learning from her. Slowly we made our trek east ,and found major cities ,and civilization at another time of great intrigue to us. We ended up in Philadelphia during a time when the people were preparing for independence ,and war against the country that was originally my home. “Funny how if you live long enough immortality will bring you full circle huh”.
And although I was adamant about not taking any sides to this war at first my lover made it known to me that this was much the same plight that occurred when I was under the thumb of the elder assamite long ago. So we took part in America's war for freedom. Not that I could ever say no to her to begin with. And so again she took to healing soldiers ,and I was a bodyguard to many of America's founding fathers.
During the war I refused to use my disciplines against the British although I did kill many fighting for my clients during the war. This was our undoing however ,and had I known I would have forced her to leave back into the wilderness ,and leave them to their own devices. For soon after the war was over we were visited by kindred that backed the British during the revolutionary war. A group of Tremere with a Malkavian ,and a Ventrue found our safe house just as we awoke. The Malkavian ,and Ventrue kept me at bay while the Tremere destroyed my lover.
If this wasn't bad enough as my mind reeled from the shock of the loss they thought it would be appropriate for me to be forced to drink Malkavian blood. They thought it would leave me a blabbering mess until the sunlight ,and final death came for me. And as I lay there my mind twisting ,and contorting my training as a warrior of both Haqim ,and Samiel took over. And yes my mind split ,but not as they wanted it to.
That night I did all I could to dig a hole outside our safe house to keep out the sun of the day. Awakening the next night I had a thirst like none I'd ever known. It was the thirst for vengeance ,and so I spent the next twenty years tracking the entire group that appeared the night before. First was the Malkavian that gave me the blackouts in which I miss sometimes days before I wake again. It was easy to find him though because I kept seeing him in my head.
I also realized I now had the power to drive others insane with a mere thought. Although this wouldn't work on my victim it would keep others out of my way until I found him. I cut him to ribbons with my katana ,and left the pieces in the middle of the streets in Boston for the sun to claim him.
The Snooty Ventrue wasn't much harder. Because he was doing the one thing Ventrue love. He was trying to steal away America's money source by setting up a plantation in Virginia. As a little insight on how the Ventrue act. If they lose money in one venture they will find a way into power somewhere within the structure of the people who just defeated them ,and leech off of them until they've taken all the money they can from them.”
There I tortured him by burning all his money ,and assets making him watch as I did so. And afterward I placed a wooden stake through the cavity where his heart should have been ,and burned down his plantation with him inside.
The Tremere group was much harder however. I did however unknowing do a favor for a group of Nosferatu who had also sided with the Americans during the war. And so after a bit of pushing the begrudgingly gave me the location in Britain where these particular tremere resided. In Britain I receive yet another great shock when I found one of my older brothers still alive ,and also a member of kindred.
He however was taken in by the Giovanni who had destroyed their parent clan to rise in power. And I was given safety in their house although many proclaimed what a shame it was that I was a petty assassin rather than one of the family. I had no trust for the Giovanni ,but we did want the same thing so I brokered a deal with them.
So just before dawn of the next night we overran the Tremere safe house. They were completely taken by surprise at this because we put ourselves in the same danger as them. And so it was easy to stake them into paralysis ,and keep them captured while we slept in their own lair. After this I vaguely remember torturing the group. It was more like a dream than anything else ,but there are parts where I remember testing how much damage from different sources kindred could take before meeting final death. I must say I partially enjoyed causing as much pain as I could before killing them one at a time.
Once the slaughter of the Tremere I stayed one more night in the newly acquired Giovanni safe house. It was then when my brother brought me a bag of red coins. He had me take a coin from the bag as well did he. Once we gave the coins to each other they melded into the palm of our hands. He then explained to me what this ritual meant ,and gave me a few coins from the bag. He said I should take them just in case. I don't know if he had pangs of humanity remembering our time as mortal brothers or because the clan wanted to keep an eye on me. Either way I guess it doesn't matter.
My deal with the Giovanni done ,and them keeping the bodies of the dead Tremere I left again for the last place in which I ,and my Salubri lover stayed. Returning I found it inhabited by someone else. Rather than forcing them to leave ,and the lack of motive to live any farther I laid myself down into the earth ,and slept. It was only very recently that I awoke ,and upon finding the world in the state that it is. I traveled to New York hoping again to find company with other kindred.
(Final Note: Vincent knows of Micheals existence ,and tries to help him as much as possible. As for Darius ,and Brock. Neither of them knows anything about anyone ,but themselves.)
