I was born in the Year of our Lord, 1625, in the countryside outside of Paris.
At the age of 10, I began teaching myself to use the sword, as my only dream was
to become one of the King's Musketeers. At the age of 16, I felt I was ready, so
I left home and went to see if I really was good enough. I wasn't, so I began to
travel, afraid that I would return home to ridicule and scorn. After two years,
I returned, and made it in this time. I surprised the hell out of the people who
had laughed at me last time. I quickly rose in rank, gaining esteem among my
comrades and respect from my seniors. Then when I was about 23, my life changed.
I was killed in a duel with one of the Cardinal's guards. I woke up later as they were dressing me for my funeral. . .scared them so much that a couple of the women fainted. That was a sight, I tell you. From then on, everyone was scared of me. I was ostracized, so I left the service to wander the continent in search of who or what I was.
My wanderings eventually led me to England, where I heard that there
was someone who could help me. I travelled to Wales, asking all along the way about this man, hoping I could know what to expect. Nothing could have ever prepared me for this. When I reached the abbey where he was rumored to live, I experienced the worst headache and muscle cramp I've ever experienced. It was like pure liquid electricity was flowing through my veins, up my spine, and going super-nova in my brain. I almost collapsed. Looking up after the pain had gone away, I saw standing before me a young man, about my age, I believe. He walked over and quieted me. He said "hurts, don't it? We all get them." That was when I discovered I was not alone. There were others that I could share my troubles with. Brother Dafyd explained the Game and the Gathering to me. He trained me. I thought I was good before. Now I was better than any Mortal could ever hope to be. I stayed with Dafyd for five years. One day as we were sparring, a man came. . .another immortal. We welcomed him. . .I watched him carefully, for I did not trust hm. The man caught me watching him, and claimed it as an insult. He challenged me. That night, we went off holy ground. It was the hardest fight I had ever been in. Luckily for me, he didn't gaurd his left side as well as his right, so I took my chance, and delivered the otherwise-killing wound. He sank to his knees. he growled "Do it, Or I'll return. . ." So I swung the sword around my head, and down, neattly slicing off his head. What came next, I was never prepared for. A strange mist rose off the body, rising into the air and surrounding me. It frightened me, and I tried to run away. Lot of good that did. . .It engulfed me, going into me. . .I was like a sponge, absorbing all the fog. . .Then the Light show started. A large bolt of sheer magic struck me full in the chest, and it didn't stop there. . .The magic raged around me like a tempest, blue bolts of energy striking me repeatedly. . .then it all exploded out of me and hit a tree, catching it ablaze. . .It would have burned the field, but for the rain, which I somehow knew I had brought. I had discovered my first Talent. I could control the weather.
When I returned to the Monastary, Brother Dafyd seemed to already know what had passed out there... I felt uncomfortable, and all our conversations were strained... Finally, I told him that I felt it was time for me to move on... I left that night, and haven't looked back... as far as I know, Dafyd is still out there somewhere... I trust his God has kept him safe, but I can only hope... so I set out to travel this globe, on my own, not knowing what to expect... I made my way through Italy, Spain, Portugal, Ireland, Scotland... All through Europe... Always alone... As I travelled, I grew in power... I met others of my kind, some friendly, whom I geuinely liked, others evil, who I took pleasure in killing... I learned other powers as well... how to increase my speed to supernatural levels (celerity), how to increase my strength beyond what I had ever dreamed of (potence), as well as a kinship with animals. I continued my travels through Europe, until I met a man, known only to me as "Lord Kinslayer"... he called himself "Fathomer of Mortals" (MORTAL FATHOM for short...)... he was a Vampire... the first I ever met... at first I didn't believe him, but when I saw what he could do, and then had no way of ever doubting... He called himself Caitiff (I learned later that he was something of a Tremere, but not quite... I'll explain that later... maybe... *smirk*). He guided me in my mystic studies, tutoring me in the magical arts of Shapeshifting, Hellfire, and Conjuration, among other, lesser paths.
In my long life I've developed something of a wander lust, anuable to stay in one place for too long, and made many friends, thoguh few know ALL my secrets. I've created enemies of the sabbat and other fiends as well. I've had personal problems (such as a recent bout of amnesia, from which I've never fully recovered), I've been married three times (most recently to a young Vampire named Joey, who has since dissapeared with our daighter. Don't ask about how I was able to get soemone pregnant, being what I am. I don't even know, and Fathom is completely clueless... The Kinslayer family has grown and prospered (and recently dissapeared almost altogether), and I seem ot have gotten into some trouble in Istanbul (resulting in my amnesia and why I changed my face and name), but I can't give you details on those, because I don't know them, as much as it pains me to say it...
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