I was 19 when the embrace happened, I still remember it as if it was only yesterday. It is not easy to forget something like this. My story starts with three wizards who came to the house my father built for me and set it ablaze for no other reason than they were bored. With rage burning in my heart I left the burtn ruins I had once called home and went on a hunt for the ones who did this. I continued my hunt for many a moons until one day I met a kindly old man who could see the hate burning deep inside me. He told me that he could give me the power to get my revenge but I had to accept the gift willingly. Not caring what measures had to be taken or what was done with me I agreed and in doing so began my life in immorality. He taugh me the ways of Gangrel which is odd for my clan to do. He continued his teachings with showing me that my senses were heightened and how to use them to track down those I sought. Upon reaching the Keep in which I am now cursed to, I turned into my mist form for the first time by myself. Making my way inside and finding in the study wrighting upon a piece of parchment the first of three mages who were hiding in the Keep. I quickly ripped Him apart with my razor sharp claws, glancing brieftly at the message he had been writing but now knowing what it said as I was unable to read at the time. Later finding out it was a curse for the Keep, and to this day is the reason why it follows me so. Moving to the basement where the other two mages hid, I quickly disposed of the second mage who had been working on a curse for a blade much as I had done to the first. Unfortunately he got out a cry and fell on a golden kattana, The blade is now cursed to my bloodline and can not be drawn out of the scabbard by anyone else. I picked up the balde and charged at the last of the mages, he simply laughed as he faded from sight. Luckuly for me to this day that the curses had gone unfinished or everything woulc be a lot different than they are now.
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