Dexterity: **** (Feline Grace)
Animal Ken: ***
Stealth: **** (Silent Movement)
Blood Pool: 14 (2 per turn)
- Hurt (-1)
- Injured (-1)
- Wounded (-2)
- Mauled (-2)
- Crippled (-5)
- Incapacitated (X)
(-1) Acute Sense: Sight is exceptionally sharp. The difficulties for all tasks involving the use of this particular sense are reduced by two.
(+3) Haunted: Jack will be haunted by the spirit of his late father.
Jack was an openly kind child, but as he grew older, he grew more cynical, and began to act coldly towards others. Kindness and playfulness still reside within him, it is just well hidden, and saved only for those he deems worthy of it or in need of it. He is a good listener, but not much of a talker. Most notably, he can tend to be incredibly sarcastic or rude. He prefers honest, straightforward conversations, and the concept of dealing in politics-- kindred or kine-- disturbs him. The things he values most are freedom, trust, and loyalty.History:
Jack's childhood was relatively normal. Go to school, make friends, play sports, get older, see your parents divorce, get over it and enjoy the boon of having two Christmases. Simple stuff. But things changed when one night, his father came home, ranting and raving about how he saw a vampire suck a man dry. He called the authorities, of course, but was met with the expected irritation and disbelief such claims would bring. Being a thirteen year old boy, Jack was past believing in vampires and fairy tales, but he didn't want to tell his father that he thought he might be going crazy. Maybe he didn't want to believe it. Whatever the case was, he stood by, watching as his father's sanity seemed to deteriorate before him, and his obsession became overwhelming. He met with other nut jobs who believed in the supernatural; people who claimed to be on a righteous mission to cleanse such unholy scum from this earth. Obviously, things got crazier from then on. His father would spend nights out hunting with his new fellows, carrying crosses and shotguns. He lost his job, and was barely able to keep minimum wage work. Jack had to pitch in, doing odd jobs for cash just to keep them off the streets. Some mornings, his father would come back manically declaring victory against the devil himself. He would rope Jack into fervent prayer sessions, and eventually began training him in the way of the hunt, determined to get the young man to believe in his cause and join up. Several times, Jack tried his hand at running away, but as crazed as his father seemed to be, he was an excellent tracker. In the end, he resigned to staying, and hoped that he could somehow get through to his father. This endeavor went about as well as one might expect.
The year was 1999, Jack's twenty-fourth birthday had recently passed, and his father had grown tired of his bitter, sardonic remarks, defiant ways, and refusal to believe in the truth of the world. He decided that on the night of this hunt, he would bring Jack along, despite his unwillingness. Jack wasn't quite sure what to expect. All he knew for sure was that his father and his band of loony misfits went out on some nights with shotguns, and sometimes people would come back wounded or splattered in blood. He never asked any questions, but knew that whatever they did while claiming to hunt vampires was indeed dangerous. For all he knew, they were hunting goths or gangsters in the streets. He would openly admit his fear in this situation.
As they wandered through a forested area on the outskirts of town, in search of what they called a "feral vampire", they were met with a grim surprise. Having no clue that they themselves were being stalked, they obliviously stepped into the traps laid out by a far superior hunter. Before he could understand what was happening, he was grappled from behind. Some hunters now hung upside down by their legs from tree branches, and others were crying out in pain as bear traps snapped at their ankles, crunching bone. His father suffered the latter treatment. Jack struggled, but he might as well have been a toddler trying to break free from an adults grasp. As he glanced over his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of glowing red eyes, and the truth finally dawned on him. The woman jeered and called out intimidating words to the hunters, but his mind was too busy racing to take in everything she said. His father had been right this entire time, and he had treated him like a lunatic. Looking into his father's hopeless, fearful eyes, his heart grew full with remorse and sadness, enough to almost rival the sheer terror. Then he saw as his father fought through the pain and grab for his shotgun. A very brief feeling of optimism was immediately overshadowed by confusion and horror as the gun was aimed at him. "I'd rather watch my boy die than get turned by some demon bitch!" his father cried, and he followed this venomous line with a pull of the trigger. Jack would remember this moment for the rest of his short life, and-- he was sure-- for the rest of his unlife as well. There was no hesitation in it. In fact, he seemed glad to deny the vampire her meal. Petty vengeance disguised as an act of valiant sacrifice. This is how he came to see it.
Extreme pain hit him like a truck, convulsions wracked his body, and the screams and shrieks around him cut through the night as death's embrace threatened to take him. Next, there was more pain, but it was relatively slight, and accompanied by a rapturous pleasure that overwhelmed every other sense. He remembers smiling as he was fed upon, and how he felt himself grow jittery with laughter, or perhaps it was just the death throes. Perhaps both. He also remembers waking with the most ravenous hunger in the pit of his stomach. He fed on his father and the other hunters with little hesitation. The guilt and disgust he felt afterward, mixed with divine euphoria, would be experienced many times after this. Now that his embrace was complete, he was introduced to his Sire. Her name was Grendel, and as he would soon learn, she was kind of a big deal; as was the fact that she embraced him without permission. For one of her status, fortunately, asking forgiveness rather than permission was apparently an option.
The next year was mired in lessons about Kindred life, and training in the art of the hunt. Grendel was a demanding teacher, and not one to repeat herself, but she was fair overall. She fostered his independence, and rewarded his advancement in skill while punishing failure. She said what she meant, and had no problem doing so. She also showed a surprising amount of kindness to him. He respected her skill from the start, but began respecting her as person rather quickly. Seemingly without effort, she had won his loyalty. Now, his training is over, and it is time for his official lessons to come to an end. He will be presented to Prince Telucti, and providing he doesn't fuck up and get himself killed, he will attain the rank of Neonate.Your O/Os for this character:
Pretty much anything not involving scat or gore.
(-3) Mentor (1 to 4) = 14
(-4) Empathy (1 to 3) = 10
(-2) Subterfuge (0 to 1) = 8
(-7) Protean (1 to 2) = 1
(-1) Willpower (4 to 5) = 0