Thanks to the advent of the shopping mall, however, Smith was eventually back in action. Unfortunately for him, the Ventrue had not forgotten his part in the long ago conflict. He was sent to Veracruz to serve under the Ventrue Datura, whose city was constantly under Sabbat threat.
When an ancient kindred awoke and bolstered the Sabbat's efforts against Datura, it became clear the Camarilla could not hold. Smith escaped Veracruz to Europe with a handful of elders and the Archons of Erik Grimold. Today, he serves as Primogen in Detroit, Michigan, and mentors his childer, Bradley Cambridge.
STR 5, DEX 3, STA 3 CHR 2, MAN 1, APP 4 PER 2, INT 3, WIT 4
Alert 4, Brawl 3, Intimidate 4, Streetwise 2, Archery 2, Etiqutte 2, Firearms 2, Melee 5, Repair 5, Computer 1, Investigate 2, Linguistics 2, Occult 1, Science 3, Gunsmith 3
Celerity 4, Potence 5, Fortitude 3, Presence 1, Auspex 1
Humanity: 6 Willpower: 7
Acute hearing and smell, Bound (Datura)
We were all alone, naked, starved of blood, and burning our will just to keep us from devouring each other. The last thing I remember before being snapped back to reality was that myself and Grimold's archons had awoken from a torporous state in a new reality. All was barren and lost. But this was just a farce, a computer generated reality to keep us giants among the dead sleeping so the fiends could do their dirty work unfettered and unchallenged by Grimold's crack team of death-dealers.
The cold of the stainless steel table that I rested upon summoned goose bumps to my lifeless flesh. I suddenly realized we were not alone in this sterile room. For under the humming of a thousand hard drives I could hear the sound of someone trying to hide. We pounced upon him, impaling him with the remnants of our own shackles. He was soon siphoned dry, screaming the whole time. But reality and perception behave strangely when you are near frenzy, because after the sweet sound of new blood pounding in our ears subsided the alarm became all too audible. We would have been doomed if not for my quick thinking. The fiends must have forgotten that even in complete starvation a vampires strength will never fail him. I ripped the table from the floor and barricaded the door with it. Two more kindred were soon upon us. The door and my mettle proved too much for them. Being so hungry, I wanted nothing more than to throw caution to the wind and wrap my lips around the prize on the other side of the table... but that would have proved fatal, and I forced my will every second to do otherwise. Then, in a flurry, I acted, letting the table/door move just enough. I reached my arm around the table, grabbing the shoulder of the poor bastard on the other side, all the while keeping the door between me and the other kindred. Soon the archons hunger was sated, and we dispatched the last scoundrel with great haste.
smith heroldson, primogen of detroit
[I didn't find out till later that I won the contested strength roll by one success for three consecutive rounds hehehehe!]
(It's true, he did! Even on the round when he grabbed one of the attackers and threw him into the room for the others to feed upon. I think he held off three kindred, each with a dot of potence, for five rounds, spending a willpower each round to stave off the frenzy! - Wookie the storyteller)