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Born among the guttertrash, vagrants and useless layabouts that walk the streets
of Philadelphia at night, James and his twin brother, Christian, both vowed to
get out of it. Out of the squalor, out of the flith, and out of the poverty.
Christian took to performing for people, but not in the way you would think. He
played the lost child looking for his mother, then stole the wallets of those
nice people who helped him. James took a different route...Armed Robbery and
Drug Dealing.
He picked up his first knife at the age of 6, and from then on he was hungry for blood. By the age of sixteen, he had done three terms in Lima Juvenile Correctional Facility. By 21, he was a gang leader, drug supplier to the rich and powerful, and a marked man.
The Lasombra Ductus, Vito Genovese, had marked James for embrace finally taking him one cold January night...
Screams fill your blood as I dine upon you,
but I will not let you die...you are mine,
you will be of my blood from this night hence.
"Who are you?"
I am what you will become,
I am your sire and you are my progeny,
my blood...my successor.
"What do you mean you're my sire?!"
I am freeing you...making you kindred,
you like to fight, now you will fight for us,
for the Sword of Caine.
The burning overtook James, killing everything inside him that might have felt alive. His hunger grew, he didn't want to just steal from people now...he wanted to hunt them. His first taste of human blood came from his lover, his blood lust drove him to crush her in his arms as he sucked her dry. And then the pack came for him...
"Where am I?"
You are performing the creation rites,
you must dig yourself up, out of this filth,
dig Childe dig.
When he surfaced, every scrap of his former self was torn asunder, all that remained was Khesabian Emin, a Night Stalker. While his pack celebrated their new ally, he plotted his way to reach the top, to lead these fiends as he had led gangs.
Within 3 years, all the packs in the city gave way before the Night Stalkers, Khesabian was the king of the Waterfront. If you wanted to hunt in his territory, you talked to him...if you wanted to go to the clubs there, you talked to him...if you didn't, you ended up dead. Finally the Bishop David Falchion exiled Khesabian, out of jealousy that a mere neonate had the power to control what the Bishop could not control.
And so Khesabian travels...to a farflung city to make his name again.
"Morgantown...what a nice name for my city..."