Prince Julian Hartford

[Iota]

Name: Julian Hartford
Nick Names or Alias: Prince Hartford
Age: 160
Aesthetic Age: early 20's
Gender: Male
Sexual Preferances: Straight
LClan: Ventrue
If Other..:

N/A

Sect: Camarilla
If Independant Faction..:

N/A

Rank: Prince
Generation: 7th
Powers (Disciplines):

Dominate - 6
Fortitude - 4
Presence - 5
Celerity - 6
Potence - 3

Deformities: N/A

Misc:

Exalted {Trait of every Prince}
Well-Known {Trait of every Prince}
Famous {Trait of every Prince}
Iron Will
Book Worm
Gift of the Gab


Appearance:



Julian has a rather regal and upper class aire about him, he dressed in the best suits that money can buy, Often wearing a very expensive dark suit, with a blood red tie, white shirt, dark trousers and well well kept, shiny formal shoes. He has a fairly athletic build too.

Fashion Sense/Style: Upper class, refined and only wears the best suits that money can buy. His music tastes lay in the classical genre, his most favoured song that can often be heard booming out of his office is Ludwig Van Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata

Personality: Confident, borderline Arrogant and quite sarcastic. He often raises an eyebrow if he dissaproves or is thinking. He is generally open to conversation with lower Kindred and often likes to company of attractive, well educated Kine women. He is wary of Garou, but tries to keep the uneasy alliance strong to avoid any kind of war. He is very intolerant of The Sabbat.

Physical-Strength: 12
Intelligence: 13
Speed: 11
Leadership: 12
Melee: 6
Unarmed: 13
Ranged: 9
History:

Born in 1850, Julian Hartford, son of Michael and Elizabeth Hartford. Aristocrats and nobles, Michael ran an overseas trading company, simply named “Hartford Trading”. The company would oversee the imports and exports of certain goods for the British Empire in the name of Queen Victoria and her colonies. Julian had a fairly uneventful childhood; he grew up and eventually went to a boarding school in Oxford, Oxfordshire, England. He had a particular penchant for literature and mathematics. During this time period in English history, it was well known that public school boys would also be trained how to utilise firearms and taught military doctrine.

The British Empire, at its height, owned one third of the entire world. They were the biggest empire the planet had ever seen and for the past few decades, no one had dared oppose them. Julian signed up to serve his time once his school days had ended, he was 18. He entered the army and with his background, he was automatically made a 2nd lieutenant, one of the lowest commissioned officer ranks. Most nobles and aristocrats that entered the armed forces would enter as officers as the cannon fodder of the lowest ranks were mostly filled with the dregs and riff raff of society.

Julian was an officer in the Oxford 1st rifle battalion; he had his own group of squads, which made up to about 200 men in total, with 30 of them being bagpipers and drummers. This was a time where scare tactics would include marching on the battlefield and belting out loud, fear inspiring scores of music as the men would advance in battle. The Oxford 1st rifle battalion were sent to Africa, to be part of the Boar War. Well, it wasn’t so much a war, more like pest control. Most, if not all the opposing forces were still using spears, pelt shields, bows and arrows. The British troops, using Lee Enfield rifles, it was a massacre of mass proportions. What Julian didn’t realise was that there was a third element of the battlefields, staying low and keeping to the shadows and the cover of the night sky. They were the kindred, vampires who had watched the onslaught from a far.

The leader of this group on kindred who stalked the Oxford 1st battalion was known as “Fiendberg” He was of German descent and was a member of the Ventrue sect of Kindred. They would often feed on, abduct and sire Officers from the military. They were th3e educated, well refined and intelligent mortals who the Ventrue loved to feed from as they were rather selective as to who they could feed on, unlike the majority of the other clans who could feed on anything that had a pulse.

After a rather bloody encounter during the war, Fiendberg’s group were somewhat thinning. Cut off from the main group of the Camarilla, he could not gain authority to sire those who they stumbled upon. But, he was the Primogen of the local Ventrue and took power into his own hands, it was a battlefield and almost everything was justified. Fiendberg, once again, waited until night fall, they moved in on a rather unsuspecting squad of soldiers who were round the camp fire, one of who was Julian. They commenced their attack on the soldiers; most were killed with relative ease. Julian was brought forward to Fiendberg. Julian was scared; he was still young, in his early 20’s and Fiendberg knew this and could sense it too. They had a rather lengthy discussion, divulging information regarding their origins and what they wanted. Fiendberg finally went on to ask “I am going to give you the chance i never had, you can either join me, be my childe or I can send you into eternal slumber and be a snack to my soldiers.. Which do you choose Englishman? Immortality or death?” Fiendberg stated in a rather heavy German accent. Julian didn’t want to die; he was scared, young with no real sense of pride and honour as they are usually traits of the highly experienced, older gentlemen. He chose to live, to be immortal and to live the life of Kindred.

Julian finally awoke, his senses a fire with new heights. It was as if the veil of life had been lifted and in death he could see what the world was truly made of, the eyes of a human could not comprehend the beauty and darkness that the earth had to offer; only the eyes and ears of the supernatural and the undead could witness it in all its glory. Fiendberg was a 6th generation Kindred, very powerful, one of the most powerful of his kind that walked the earth, for the older generations had either been hunted down or gone into exile. He would often let his Childer sire “new recruits”, this act would keep his minions in line and weaker than him. Fiendberg himself was sired in the 14th centuary and had managed to stay below the radar of the church and the hunters, a key attribute any kindred would need to acquire to truely live forever.

A few years had passed, Julian gaining power and knowledge. Fiendberg and Julian left for England, to collect the deeds of his father’s trading company, for if they were to survive the next centuary, they would need a legitimate standing ground collect a variety of wealth to pull strings from behind the scene, both politically and socially. When they eventually returned to the Hartford’s family estate, they inadvertently stumbled across a party that was well under way, a perfect cover. Fiendberg would mingle with the aristocrats and feed from them in a subtle manner whilst Julian proceeded to gain the deeds to the company, estate and his father’s bank account. After awhile, Feindberg believed it would be better to exterminate the mortals. To avoid any further complications, he proceeded to swiftly kill the residents and guests. As Julian eventually came down with all paperwork with signatures he had forged, he witnessed the massacre of his parents. In a fit of anger he lashed out at Fiendberg, pushing him hard to the floor. Luckily, for Julian, a leg of a chair had been snapped off in the chaos that had occurred. The leg had impaled Fiendberg through his back and into his heart. Paralyzed and unable to defend himself, Julian ran to the garden to collect an axe, he decapitated the Kindred who brought him into this world. As the heat of the moment died down, Julian closed the eye lids of his parents and kissed them softly on their foreheads, whispering in their ears “Forgive me..”. Despite being an immortal now, he still respected and loved his mortal parents, he had wished to turn them at some point too, but this would not be so, evidently. Julian decided to burn the house down, to make it look like an accident. He stood outside the mansion sized house, watching in anger, grief and remorse before making his way out of sight in case anyone else came by.
Julian was now the sole owner of “Hartford Trading” he continued to grow the company to be an almost house hold name enterprise. During the great depression and market crash of New York in the 1920’s, Julian swiftly made hast to move his company overseas, for if he could build his company whilst business were dying out, he could truely make an economical empire of his own with barely any rivals. With the construction of the empire state building near the end of the depression and the majority of the docks now under the rule of Julian’s trading company, the media hailed him as “The Saviour of The working man” as he supplied thousands of jobs for the homeless and unemployed. This act of economical superiority strengthened the Camarilla presence in New York and it wasn’t long until the Ventrue Kindred made Julian their Primogen and spokes person to the Prince of the State of New York.

As the years went on, Julian accumulated more wealth and power has his fingers delved into the pockets of the powerful and rich families of New York. So much so that he held more sway financially than even the Prince did. Everyone knew who most likely would be voted in to take over. He was a natural and had the best intentions for the Camarilla. The Prince was envious, this was his state and he was furious that his minions would go to Julian rather than him. But couldn’t really do anything about it, in fear of incurring the wrath of the clans uniting against the Prince. Still, time went on and allegiances were forged in Julian’s name. The 1960’s was a highly delightful era, the world was changing from its regal and upper class ideals, and Julian rather enjoyed the change.

Julian had decided to put into action a plan he had devised a few years earlier to cement his place at the top, the assassination of the Prince. Over the years, Julian had gained plenty of evidence that the Prince was indeed a vampire. He collected various forms of evidence, from eye witness testimony from the files of police records, photographs and written documentation from the Prince’s past associates. Julian presented these documents to a local priest. For it was quite well known that priests were informants for Kindred Hunters and various other anti-undead groups. Julian also paid the Prince’s body guards extremely well to turn a blind eye when the eventual horde of hunters came knocking at the Prince’s door, which they did. The assassination was successful and it wasn’t long until Julian was named the new Prince.

The State of New York and New York City itself was under the rule of Prince Hartford, this was his domain, his home. The years went by and the economic growth made Julian ever wealthier. His rule stayed unopposed by his Camarilla brethren and everything was in order. At the turn of the new millennia came technology that would put The Masquerade and the Kindred to the test, Digital cameras, Camera phones and social networking sites popped seemingly overnight. The kindred community would indeed need to tread carefully to remain hidden. The years is now 2010, the recent recession coming to a close and the Camarilla still holding extreme strength in New York City. Prince Hartford, still looking like a young man, sitting on his throne of money and easily accessible blood, no one dared oppose him.