Post by jazmodeus on Sept 13, 2007 23:05:19 GMT -5
Name: Alexis Szenkov
Player: Jazzy
Chronicle: Las Vegas By Night
Nature: Martyr
Demeanor: Loner
Residence: Numerous *see merits, open road*
Age (Real): 277
Age (Appear): 24
Sex: Male
Concept: Soldier
Clan: Brujah
Sire: Andraov Ptashnajzuch
Date of Birth: 1730
Date of Embrace: 1754
Generation: 8th
-Attributes- (7/5/3)
-Physical-
Strength: ***
Dexterity: ****
Stamina: ***
-Social-
Charisma: **
Manipulation: **
Appearance: **
-Mental-
Perception: ***
Intelligence: **
Wits: ***
-Abilities- (13/9/5)
Talents
Acting:
Alertness: ***
Atheletics: **
Dodge: ***
Brawl: ***
Empathy: *
Intimidation: **
Leadership: *
Streetwise: *
Subterfuge:
Skills
Animal Ken:
Drive:
Etiquette:
Firearms: ***
Melee: ***
Music:
Repair:
Security:
Stealth: *
Survival: **
Knowledge
Bureaucracy:
Computer:
Finance:
Investigation:
Law:
Linguistics: **** (German, Russian, French, Italian, Spanish, Piute, Swahili, Arabic, English)
Medicine: **
Occult:
Politics:
Science:
-Advantages-
Disciplines- (3 points)
Celerity ***
Potence **
Presence *
Backgrounds- (5 points)
Generation *****
Virtues (7 Points)
Conscience: **
Self-Control: ***
Courage: ****
Humanity: *****
Willpower: ****
Bloodpool: **********
Freebie Points: 15
Flaws/Merits: 7 maximum
Merits:
Natural Linguist 2pt
Open Road 2pt
Coldly Logical 1pt
Sabbat Survivor 1pt
History:
Born in 1730, to a poor landworking family in a tiny backwater town, one of many, that supported the Prussian empire at the time. Farmers starved, merchants and military men were they only paid professions at the time, and he was no merchant. He excelled quickly at the martial abilities, and at the age of 10, was a knave to one of the Knights of Frederick the Greats standing army. He participated in all three of the Silesian wars, rapidly gaining rank, and eventually, as the third war started, he drew the attention of his Sire. Andrew, who had recently started the 'Nacht Stamm', a unit of disenfranchised Brujah that had migrated north and east from the old Roman Empire...he quickly gained acceptance, his prowress was quickly developed. When the continued warfare eventually progressed into the Napoleanic Wars, he grew tired of the neverending battles, he needed to see something new, so he quickly booked passage to the New World, as tales of a newly discovered land were already reaching his ears. Throughout the fight for independance, he found himself on several sides....originally fighting for the Americans, then for the Heshians, as they paid well, then for the Americans again...then finally, as he grew tired of their struggle...or, as they grew closer to winning, he switched to the French, working with the Natives of the land, and spending much of his time making raids from Canada. In the early 1800's...cut off from any other kindred influence, he isolated himself, and travelled the great lakes, sustaining himself as a trapper, but rapidly growing restless, as there was so much more land to explore. During a late night card game, he encountered Lamont DuBoise, an Elder Ventrue, trying to spread the newly created Camarilla influence to the New World, and he agreed to be part of an expidition into the lands to the west. Lewis and Clark travelled by day, but this less known expedition travelled by night...never written in any history book, but important nonetheless. The expedition met its match when they neared what is now New Mexico....but he managed to sneak away, and work his way into the Native tribe...enamored by their stories, their beliefs...they treated him as some sort of deity, not a god, more like a prophet, or seer...they respected his privacy, and he felt safe. He fought many battles with them, mostly against the tribes encroaching from the south, and for more than a decade, he stayed amongst them...almost forgetting his own history, believing what they thought he was...then they came...the Sabbat, pushing into the newly formed American territories, trying to establish themselves...and he fought hard...another decade of struggling, and he kept his small group safe, eventually taking the place of their shaman, their elder, and their war chief...until one night they were all devastated by sheer numbers, and the massive firepower...that was the night he changed, became who he is now. He spent the rest of the century, roaming the new landscape, learning, fighting, finding his own code, then leaving, to fight again. He was cut off from his kind, but he learned that he didnt' need them, he was his own man, whatever he was. When the country industrialized he found his work in Unions, which quickly turned into mafia work...he made a great enforcer...and he excelled, but he never enjoyed being tied up in the politics, so as he worked his way up, he eventually left, there was always a new group to work with....fast forward to the covert battles of the current century...he found himself in Afghanistan, Chechnya, Somalia, and Iraq...he had worked himself into the consumate mercenary role, then, out of the blue, he recieved a letter, written in old german, requesting his presence back in the States...indicating that it was more an order, than a request. A consumate soldier, he would not deny his Sire, his most high ranking Officer, so he deserted his current mercenary company and made his way to Vegas.
Player: Jazzy
Chronicle: Las Vegas By Night
Nature: Martyr
Demeanor: Loner
Residence: Numerous *see merits, open road*
Age (Real): 277
Age (Appear): 24
Sex: Male
Concept: Soldier
Clan: Brujah
Sire: Andraov Ptashnajzuch
Date of Birth: 1730
Date of Embrace: 1754
Generation: 8th
-Attributes- (7/5/3)
-Physical-
Strength: ***
Dexterity: ****
Stamina: ***
-Social-
Charisma: **
Manipulation: **
Appearance: **
-Mental-
Perception: ***
Intelligence: **
Wits: ***
-Abilities- (13/9/5)
Talents
Acting:
Alertness: ***
Atheletics: **
Dodge: ***
Brawl: ***
Empathy: *
Intimidation: **
Leadership: *
Streetwise: *
Subterfuge:
Skills
Animal Ken:
Drive:
Etiquette:
Firearms: ***
Melee: ***
Music:
Repair:
Security:
Stealth: *
Survival: **
Knowledge
Bureaucracy:
Computer:
Finance:
Investigation:
Law:
Linguistics: **** (German, Russian, French, Italian, Spanish, Piute, Swahili, Arabic, English)
Medicine: **
Occult:
Politics:
Science:
-Advantages-
Disciplines- (3 points)
Celerity ***
Potence **
Presence *
Backgrounds- (5 points)
Generation *****
Virtues (7 Points)
Conscience: **
Self-Control: ***
Courage: ****
Humanity: *****
Willpower: ****
Bloodpool: **********
Freebie Points: 15
Flaws/Merits: 7 maximum
Merits:
Natural Linguist 2pt
Open Road 2pt
Coldly Logical 1pt
Sabbat Survivor 1pt
History:
Born in 1730, to a poor landworking family in a tiny backwater town, one of many, that supported the Prussian empire at the time. Farmers starved, merchants and military men were they only paid professions at the time, and he was no merchant. He excelled quickly at the martial abilities, and at the age of 10, was a knave to one of the Knights of Frederick the Greats standing army. He participated in all three of the Silesian wars, rapidly gaining rank, and eventually, as the third war started, he drew the attention of his Sire. Andrew, who had recently started the 'Nacht Stamm', a unit of disenfranchised Brujah that had migrated north and east from the old Roman Empire...he quickly gained acceptance, his prowress was quickly developed. When the continued warfare eventually progressed into the Napoleanic Wars, he grew tired of the neverending battles, he needed to see something new, so he quickly booked passage to the New World, as tales of a newly discovered land were already reaching his ears. Throughout the fight for independance, he found himself on several sides....originally fighting for the Americans, then for the Heshians, as they paid well, then for the Americans again...then finally, as he grew tired of their struggle...or, as they grew closer to winning, he switched to the French, working with the Natives of the land, and spending much of his time making raids from Canada. In the early 1800's...cut off from any other kindred influence, he isolated himself, and travelled the great lakes, sustaining himself as a trapper, but rapidly growing restless, as there was so much more land to explore. During a late night card game, he encountered Lamont DuBoise, an Elder Ventrue, trying to spread the newly created Camarilla influence to the New World, and he agreed to be part of an expidition into the lands to the west. Lewis and Clark travelled by day, but this less known expedition travelled by night...never written in any history book, but important nonetheless. The expedition met its match when they neared what is now New Mexico....but he managed to sneak away, and work his way into the Native tribe...enamored by their stories, their beliefs...they treated him as some sort of deity, not a god, more like a prophet, or seer...they respected his privacy, and he felt safe. He fought many battles with them, mostly against the tribes encroaching from the south, and for more than a decade, he stayed amongst them...almost forgetting his own history, believing what they thought he was...then they came...the Sabbat, pushing into the newly formed American territories, trying to establish themselves...and he fought hard...another decade of struggling, and he kept his small group safe, eventually taking the place of their shaman, their elder, and their war chief...until one night they were all devastated by sheer numbers, and the massive firepower...that was the night he changed, became who he is now. He spent the rest of the century, roaming the new landscape, learning, fighting, finding his own code, then leaving, to fight again. He was cut off from his kind, but he learned that he didnt' need them, he was his own man, whatever he was. When the country industrialized he found his work in Unions, which quickly turned into mafia work...he made a great enforcer...and he excelled, but he never enjoyed being tied up in the politics, so as he worked his way up, he eventually left, there was always a new group to work with....fast forward to the covert battles of the current century...he found himself in Afghanistan, Chechnya, Somalia, and Iraq...he had worked himself into the consumate mercenary role, then, out of the blue, he recieved a letter, written in old german, requesting his presence back in the States...indicating that it was more an order, than a request. A consumate soldier, he would not deny his Sire, his most high ranking Officer, so he deserted his current mercenary company and made his way to Vegas.