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"Gangrel? I thought she was Malkavian!"
"Player, and all around whore."
Ventrue Fallen
Birthed and raised beneath society's notice, he carves his own place.
Keymaster of GOZER.
Ancient shadow, clothed in secrecy.
Paranoid and alone, searching for his past.
Born without a future, reborn without a past...
Death is a gift bestowed upon the hunted.
Priest of the Holy Order of Slayers.
A friendly young Werewolf who seems cute and weak.
Condemned as a heretic by men, embraced as a visionary by childer of
Caine, his true faith manifests God's mercy -- and wrath.
...and corpse dust shall be your perfume.
He seeks three things: to find and slay the treacherous Alec Von Aubrehger,
to return home to his ancestral German lands the Roman legions drove him
from, and to make the accursed Ventrue pay.
The road as his bride, and the world as his throne.
The taste of Paradise was indeed bittersweet.
Newly embraced, he has become oneo f the creatures he used to hunt.
O Enigma, vibrant siren, whom life in death embraced.
"Lest the Truth escape you..."
Call me "Bram."
From the East, mystery, shrouded in death.
The first Ventrue Anarch.
...and the Red Death held sway over all.
Hunted, hated, feared...
From a clan that supposedly revels in survival and mastery, he has
done both.
"Vash?" Never hearda the guy...
A small fish always swimming with the sharks.
Insanity and Genius are inseparable.
Is he one of the last of his clan, or are there others in hiding?
A Death Mage looking for the Meaning of Life.
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