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Name: William Croaker.
Apparent age: He was embraced around 24, but looks older than that due to harsh life.
Physical description:Black hair contrasted by pale skin and green eyes sunk deep into stark features looking as if carved with axe, wearing non-descript clothing and carrying a dagger at his belt.
Backstory: Once upon a time there was a happy family. The father worked at the cemetery - hard work, but there isn't any other kind - and the mother tended home and helped out in a nearby tavern to make the ends meet. They had a child and they were happy. The child had a way with words and the priest liked him well enough to teach him to read and write and would have even sent him to school, had that been possible. One day, the baron's handsome son walked into the tavern and the tavern burned down. The mother was disfigured and could hardly take care of the home anymore, work even less. The family wasn't so happy anymore. The father continued working, and worked even more than before for the sake of his family, for he truly loved them.The child had little time for the priest's teachings, and not even a thought for the school. The mother started getting sick. The father's work finally became too much for him and he started drinking, without bothering to even keep it secret. He still worked, but the work he did was not enough to keep the family warm or well fed. Then came a day when the child saw his parents arguing and the father started beating the mother. It was too much for the child, and he simply left, figuring he was better off finding his own fortune than looking at what was left of his parents. He walked out of the door, with none paying attention to him, and then he walked down the street and just kept walking until he was out of town.
Years later, Will Croaker is a beggar on the streets of London. He still has a way with words and that keeps him a little better off than most beggars, but he still counts himself lucky the days he gets enough to eat or a warm place to sleep. One night when he's telling tales in a street corner a stranger in fine clothes stops to listen and eventually offers him a dinner. The next few weeks go by as he is given enough to eat and, as importantly, paper and pen to lay his stories on writing. And as he finishes writing down one of the last tales he can remember, he is Embraced.
His sire, a toreador, was suitably impressed with his storytelling to decide to embrace him so that he might be able to continue it forever. The sire was a harsh master, but fair as they come, and he indeed did teach Will things of use amongst the kindred. Eventually the sire grew bored and threw him out, with promises of future visits to hear more of his tales and to share some art of his own.
Aptitude: Mental social physical.
Clan: Toreador.
I'm somewhat drunk as I'm writing this and I'm sure I'll need to fix/add some things later, but it's already been over a week without anyone posting here and I finally got inspiration, so here you go.
Apparent age: He was embraced around 24, but looks older than that due to harsh life.
Physical description:Black hair contrasted by pale skin and green eyes sunk deep into stark features looking as if carved with axe, wearing non-descript clothing and carrying a dagger at his belt.
Backstory: Once upon a time there was a happy family. The father worked at the cemetery - hard work, but there isn't any other kind - and the mother tended home and helped out in a nearby tavern to make the ends meet. They had a child and they were happy. The child had a way with words and the priest liked him well enough to teach him to read and write and would have even sent him to school, had that been possible. One day, the baron's handsome son walked into the tavern and the tavern burned down. The mother was disfigured and could hardly take care of the home anymore, work even less. The family wasn't so happy anymore. The father continued working, and worked even more than before for the sake of his family, for he truly loved them.The child had little time for the priest's teachings, and not even a thought for the school. The mother started getting sick. The father's work finally became too much for him and he started drinking, without bothering to even keep it secret. He still worked, but the work he did was not enough to keep the family warm or well fed. Then came a day when the child saw his parents arguing and the father started beating the mother. It was too much for the child, and he simply left, figuring he was better off finding his own fortune than looking at what was left of his parents. He walked out of the door, with none paying attention to him, and then he walked down the street and just kept walking until he was out of town.
Years later, Will Croaker is a beggar on the streets of London. He still has a way with words and that keeps him a little better off than most beggars, but he still counts himself lucky the days he gets enough to eat or a warm place to sleep. One night when he's telling tales in a street corner a stranger in fine clothes stops to listen and eventually offers him a dinner. The next few weeks go by as he is given enough to eat and, as importantly, paper and pen to lay his stories on writing. And as he finishes writing down one of the last tales he can remember, he is Embraced.
His sire, a toreador, was suitably impressed with his storytelling to decide to embrace him so that he might be able to continue it forever. The sire was a harsh master, but fair as they come, and he indeed did teach Will things of use amongst the kindred. Eventually the sire grew bored and threw him out, with promises of future visits to hear more of his tales and to share some art of his own.
Aptitude: Mental social physical.
Clan: Toreador.
I'm somewhat drunk as I'm writing this and I'm sure I'll need to fix/add some things later, but it's already been over a week without anyone posting here and I finally got inspiration, so here you go.