10th Generation RavnosBackground:
Born in Europe in the 1700s Emilien--or whatever his name was back in those days--lived as little more than a thief. Part of a family of Romani
in France, he earned his keep helping to perform long cons, or picking pockets. They travelled, as was common for their people, mostly due to being unwanted in any city where they happened to stay near. He grew to know the French countryside quite well, and the personalities of the different cities even better.
As if stealing wasn't vice enough, he quickly fell into a habit of gambling which, on more than one occasion, got him into plenty of trouble. It wasn't uncommon to quickly leave a city after he'd run up just a little too much debt. Luckily it was easy for him to hide.
When he had finally grown into a man, another Romani
group set up their own camp not too far from theirs. Whispers of Shilmulo
spread through their own camp, though he did not know what it meant. Eventually the curiosity got to him and he investigated the other camp under the cover of night. Strangely the other camp had no large fire in the center to help keep warm, only the eery glow of oil lamps casting flickering shadows in every direction. Before he even knew someone was there, a man with cool skin and a firm grip--like stone--took him by the wrist to see who he was. With a quick tongue Emilien was able to abate the Shilmulo's
suspicions and they got to talking for a short while before Emilien returned home.
Emilien began to run into the man from the previous night by coincidence throughout the city, though he didn't think too much about it. They both seemed to travel in similar circles after all. When he'd gotten into trouble gambling once again it was an even more welcome coincidence that the Shilmulo
appeared to help him escape. It was then that he explained to Emilien what the Shilmulo
were and offered him the opportunity to join the family of Ravnos.
Immortality, at any price, is a difficult offer to pass by.
He appeared within Kindred society off and on over the next few decades until he decided that Europe had become to inimical to his presence. Luckily for him the country of America had proclaimed rebellion against its former European masters and offered a new land to explore.
As an immigrant in New York he worked amongst the gangs attempting to seize control of the city. Journeying to the south he found a new home in the French speaking communities, and a new culture that was slowly evolving. Hiding in the countryside of the mid-west he found new places to explore and things that others would probably never see. During the prohibition he supplied alcohol from Canada before moving to the South and helping spur on the creation of Moonshine (his own invention if you'd believe him). Back to New York to control his own hidden gambling club. Escaping to the heart of Cajun Land after being found out in New York.
Eventually he found his way back to New York during its rule by the Sabbat and fell in with them. It wasn't that he felt that they were right, he just didn't want to be killed for being an independant in Sabbat territory--and he was quite fond of New York. It took some work, but he managed to outmaneuver a Lasombra and took over her club called "Shadows". Of course he sympathized with a number of Sabbat ideologies, but knew that their methods and goals weren't really very effective. It didn't surprise him too much when the Camarilla eventually came to oust the rebellious Kindred.
Maybe they knew he wasn't entirely convinced by the Sabbat, or maybe they just thought he was vulnerable. The Camarilla eventually contacted him and he agreed to give them a hand, in secret, if they let him stay and join them when they moved into power.
Still alive and still owner of Shadows, Emilien still is untrusted by the Camarilla who now control the city, and he still expresses some sympathy towards certain Sabbat ideologies. Its just a matter of time until someone decides he's lived out his usefulness, or until he's finally proven himself to the Camarilla. Of course none of that really matters to him, he's having a grand time enjoying the chaos unfolding around him.Personality:
Concerened primarily with his own well-being and whatever it is that amuses him at the time. Just the same, he can be a particularly loyal companion to people he considers friends (or property). Money isn't his real concern, if anything its just a means to an end. A rogue, a liar, a gambler, he is easy to goad into challenges if one knows what buttons to push. He has an even temper and doesn't back down easily from intimidation of any kind. Willful and individualistic, he isn't concerned about the status quo, or what he's supposed to do as a member of any larger organization.Appearance:
Olive-tan skin, russet colored hair, and dark eyes. His hair is kept long, just over his shoulders, his face perpetually unshaven though with a thicker collection of stubble in the shape of the shadow of a goatee. Fit and toned body, despite his lacadaisical attitude towards exercise and remaining fit--not that he has much to worry about as a Vampire. Just under six feet tall, he still seems to command a certain presence
which makes him difficult to miss.Quote:"Care t' make a wager on that, frère?"Kinks:
See "My Role Play Preferences"