Scott Sterling

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Name: Scott Sterling
Nick Names or Alias: John Settimio
Age: 183
Aesthetic Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexual Preferances: Bi-Sexual
LClan: Toreador
If Other..:

N/A

Sect: Camarilla
If Independant Faction..:

N/A

Rank: Ancillea
Generation: 10th
Powers (Disciplines):

Auspex 3, Celerity 4, Presence 3

Deformities:

N/A

Derangement(s):

N/A

Misc.:

N/A

Appearance:

Scott’s hair is kept fairly short. His head isn’t shaved, but his line of work in life required wigs, as such he kept it quite short. In unlife now, he doesn’t style his hair in any particular fashion. From what he’s seen, hair styles change too fast to be fashionable for long, that said, he used to own several wigs that were shaped in the style of the day…unfortunately, he had to leave all of those behind in Paris. Now he just brushed his hair back, being so short he couldn’t really do much with it anyways.

His hair is brown and eyes blue-green, depending on the lighting around they may look more green or more blue. He has a cleanly shaven face, no stubble…though he never cared for shaving much, so doesn’t mind not having to anymore. His body is lean and fit, no excess of fat or extreme amount of muscle. He might be considered thin, but not overly so…no bones showing. He's roughly 5'10" and weighs around 165.

Fashion Sense/Style:

Most of his clothing is fine, although occasionally he can be seen in just jeans and a teeshirt. In general though, he prefers a suit, mostly. Suit pants, button down shirt with tie…only instead of the typical suit jacket, he prefers longer cut jackets. As his father was a tailor and he himself had helped for a few years, he knows enough to make his own clothing when absolutely necessary...he prefers to simply buy his clothes though, because he isn’t a great tailor. Clothing color wise, he generally prefers darkers colors, although very rarely when he wants to stand out, he will wear a white suit. Typically though, he will wear clothing that can conceal weapons, thanks to lessons learned the hard way, he knows it’s best to always have a weapon on him whenever possible.

Personality:

Scott is an actor, he’s a highly skilled liar as a result. He can look someone square in the eye and lie to their face with no sign that he’s lying, this isn’t because of excessive lying but because he lives his lie. If he’s saying that he never saw someone, he adopts a persona that has -never- seen the individual in question. When he lies, it’s for a reason though, he doesn’t lie just because he can. He lies with reason and with care. That said, even though his name is a lie, it has been used for so long it has become true.

As a person, Scott is fairly cordial and polite at most times, generally nice and fairly outgoing. He has no problem chatting up a perfect stranger and talking with them for hours. He isn’t quick to anger and isn’t particularly quick to fight, but when pressed, he can and will. When he has to fight though, he prefers to do so in a civilized manner. Not one for wild bar fights, he would sooner run from those than he would throw a chair. He would how ever, draw a sword or a pistol in a duel and defend himself.

As someone who had been an actor and arguably never stopped acting, he has no stage fright or problems speaking in front of a large group of strangers.

Physical-Strength: 9
Intelligence: 13
Speed: 12
Leadership: 9
Melee: 11
Unarmed: 10
Ranged: 7
History:

John’s parents traveled from Italy to America in 1826, they began the trip that year. John was born January second in 1827, less than a week after they had arrived. The first of his family born in America, New York City. His early years were inconsequential. He went to school until the age of 10, at which point his parents took him out of school and put him to work. His father was a tailor back in Italy and as such, was one in the new country he had come to. John worked with his father, helping to measure the men who came in for new suits.

It was while working with his dad that he took an interest in the stage. He went to a play with his parents during one of their rare outings and instantly fell in love. By age 14, John was on stage playing very minor roles. He eventually became quite a good actor, starting to play lead roles in the plays he was in. He had stopped working with his farther long ago almost instantly upon beginning his career as an actor. At 16, he moved into a small apartment with another actor. Together the two, John and his roommate Will, partied quite wildly when they weren’t performing on stage.

Despite growing up in a city, he led a fairly restrained life until this point. As such, when he first started to party regularly, he would routinely end up in fights with men and women alike…he never hid his bisexuality, which lead to more than a few of those fights. Will was the only reason he didn’t end up dead during these years, protecting him as a brother might. The two ran from angry men more than once, having to dodge bullets on a regular basis as they made their drunken escapes, laughing all the while.

Will and John grew quite close over these years. Eventually the two became lovers. When this relationship became obvious to the owner of the theater company they performed with, both were fired on the spot. Money was refunded to the audience that had to see them, they were practically chased out of New York that night.

John’s next few years were spent mostly in a drunken stupor. Depression had set in quite quickly for John. After escaping the angry audience and theater troupe, he parted ways with Will for safety’s reason. Figuring it would be easier to escape and make a new life if they were alone.

At 22, John returned to the stage, sober once again, under a new name. Scott Sterling. He stuck to smaller roles mainly, though he unintentionally ended up stealing the show more than once as a result. He flat out refused to play lead roles, not wanting anyone to recognize him again, making him have to flee the city he loved a second time.

He continued to perform in minor roles for another two years. At 24, he attracted one particular fan though. A young woman who could see the potential that he had. John…now known as Scott, didn’t meet this fan for a few months, but she went to every show he was performing in. When he finally met her, he was almost instantly taken with her. Her beauty stunned him. She introduced herself as Angelina Caridad and within a few hours, they were back at her bedroom. She was like a woman he had never met before, clearly someone of noble heritage judging by the way she carried herself, and yet she didn’t claim any rank or title. She didn’t claim to be above him, on the contrary, she claimed him to be above her…declaring him a master actor if he just wanted to be one.

The very next night would be his last night on stage though. Angelina was in the crowd like she had been for the past few months. Scott’s performance was clearly dedicated to her, he played a lead role that night. Romeo, in Romeo and Juliet. But his Juliet that night, wasn’t on stage. She was in the audience watching.
After the theater was cleared, they met secretly back on stage. Angelina recited her own poetry to Scott that night. Scott didn’t understand a word of it though, the Spanish was still beautiful to hear, regardless. She spoke with in such a beautiful way that John was hypnotized by her words. The rise and fall of her voice filled his senses. It held him a prisoner, his heart beat to it. When she finally finished, he woke from the spell only to find her sitting in his lap. What happened next changed his life forever. John died that night, for good. He was reborn only as Scott, embraced as Kindred.

Over the next few decades, Scott followed Angelina where-ever she went. He gave Angelina whatever she wanted. Everything about him belonged to her. She had opened an entirely new world to him and he loved her for it. However, the one thing he refused was to perform again. He wouldn’t know the sweet embrace of the stage again. He refused to carry the audience’s emotions and toy with them like a child’s toy. There was no particular reason for it, he just didn’t think it would be right to perform for mortals, with mortals, while he wasn’t one anymore. He still rehearsed though. He loved the stage, but he also loved the plays themselves and if he had to deny himself the stage, he would never give up the plays.

Within a year of having been embraced, he met the prince. It wasn’t long after this meeting that he would learn just how dangerous this new life was. Scott, being the newest Kindred to enter into the Prince’s domain was asked to deliver a package. It wasn’t a particularly difficult task, so he consent…not wanting to refuse the Prince of the City. Scott only had to take it to the Bronx, so he set off immediately to do so. Not realizing that it was going into the sewers, he looked around for a few days, trying to find the location. Eventually he did figure it out and venture forth into the sewers, only to come face to face with five Nosferatu.

Now for a fledgling, so new to being Kindred, this was a horrifying sight. Scott didn’t even bother to ask who they were, he just ran. Two of the Nosferatu got ahead of him before he realized it and made him stop in his tracks. After some threats…carefully worded negotiations…and pleas for permission to leave, Scott ran out of the sewers as quickly as he could, leaving behind five laughing Nosferatu and the package. Everyone except for Scott got a big laugh out of this.

…A month later, Scott thankfully left the city with his Sire. Angelina had to return to Spain and Scott, of course, accompanied her. Their time spent in Spain was a learning experience for him. He learned how to fight with a sword, having rudimentary skills to begin with from his years spent acting. Along with this, he also learned how to use a pistol, although he would become far better with a sword than he ever was with a pistol.

Decades passed quickly for Scott. He moved with Angelina into France after a few dozen years and together they spent the good few decades in Paris. Then things changed. When Scott was almost a hundred and thirty years old, everything he knew changed. In 1954, Angelina met with final death. A particularly upset Brujah took it upon himself to kill her after losing an argument about the way the Prince was running the city. Enraged, Scott killed the Brujah swiftly. Unfortunately for him, the Brujah was the Childer of the city’s Brujah Primogen.

Scott fled Paris and returned to Spain. He was never all that fluid with Spanish as he was with French, having an easier time learning that language for some reason. So he didn’t stay long. He said his goodbye’s to those he considered friends. It was in 1955 that he returned to the United States. The city he had been born in changed drastically in his absence.

Scott didn’t stay for long though, he just stopped for one day in New York City and then made his way out before anyone who might’ve known him once, could see him now. He made his way down into Florida. Going all the way down to Miami before finally stopping again.

Scott took on a new name in Miami, probing discreetly with a few questions here and there, to find out if anyone had heard of a murdered Brujah in Paris. The answers he got were varying, so he kept his new false name for some time. He was an actor in life, so becoming someone new as necessary in death, was fairly easy for him. Charles Lovel was from England, he was a poet when he was embraced into the Toreador clan by Warren Trafford, a nobody Toreador that was killed by the Nosferatu after one to many insults. With his sire dead, he fled to the United States. That was Scott’s story, anytime anyone asked who he was and where he was from.

Home-sickness was something that Charles would soon discover was even more noticeable when so close. It was easier for him to forget about New York City when he was an ocean away. But just a few states, made it far more difficult. So just after half a century had passed, Charles left Miami by boat. When he hit land again, he was once again Scott. The last word he heard being that the dead Brujah was forgotten about, it was safe enough to return as himself. In 2010, a finely dressed young man stepped off the boat at the docks. He had with him a single black duffle bag and only the clothes on his back.

[IronWolf]

That was an enjoyable read. I especially like how you described Scott's
ability to create new personae for himself to fit whatever tale he spins.
Very cool.

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