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Perhaps it might be worth my time to leave some little bit of background
about myself for those who might want to know a little about me. We are on
the eve of war and only one or two people know any part of my story and no
one alone knows the whole of it. I truly think that if it were not for my
mortal life, I would not have become the creature that I am today. I was
born to a Native American father and a white mother which made me an outcast
from the first. Neither world would accept me because I was either too
light skinned or too dark so I walked the line of limbo. I left home two
days after my 18th birthday and never looked back. I traveled around the
country doing whatever I had to do to survive. I sold information, I sold
black-market items, and I sold myself. I learned to take care of myself and
those few people that became dear to me over time and I always repaid my
debts to those I owed. I spent nearly ten years working my way around the
country and exploring the limitations of my existence although I didn’t
really realize that at the time. I finally settled in New York where the
street life was tough but very rewarding when the right niche was found. I
continued to live my mortal life in the light with not a single clue that a
world of darkness existed around me every night. Somehow I had attracted my
sire’s attention. Nicholas had dealt with me for information on a few
occasions and I guess that he liked my style. He figured that I would fit
into the Nosferatu clan with little trouble and targeted me to become his
first childe.
I never new that Nicholas had taken any sort of an interest in me until it
was almost too late. He had made the decision to embrace me but wanted to
wait a little while and watch me closer but his hand was forced early. I
had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and got caught up in a stupid
gang bang between rivals and Nick stumbled across me broken and bleeding to
death in a blind alley. When I next awoke I was horribly thirsty but didn’
t know what it was that I thirsted for. Nicholas picked up a man and
slashed his throat and told me to drink. My mind rebelled even as my body
propelled me forward to drink. By the time I had filled myself on the blood
that was provided to me and I had regained some of my senses a deep sense of
horror had set in. I couldn’t believe what I had done and hung my head
bringing my hands to my face. My eyes flew open and I began to scream. My
hands were now claw like, emaciated, and had an odd orange cast to them. I
took a good look at my body and realized that I now looked like a refuge
from a concentration camp and ran for a mirror. I think that it was to my
relief to find that I no longer cast a reflection and could not truly see
what a monster I had become. I noticed that so many of my senses were more
acute than they had been but my mind could not wrap itself around the facts
that were presenting themselves, it would not believe that I had become a
vampire. Nick used a gift to calm me down and began to explain things to me
and to tell me what my new unlife would be like. It really didn’t take me
long to calm down and take a rational look at what wonderful things were in
store for me. There were wonderful benefits just waiting for me to explore
that would never have been open to me as a mortal. Nicholas took me to meet
others of our clan in the city and then took me to his bishop to be
initiated into his pack as a Sabbat member.
Nick continued to educate me in the ways of my new life, clan and sect until
the Werewolf troubles started. At first the problems were small and
relatively insignificant but as time passed they grew to becoming a
monumental pain in the ass. It finally came down to an open war between
them and our sect. During one of the many battles that had begun to erupt
between our packs Nick met final death at the hands of a pack leader. I saw
him turn to ash and went into frenzy wading swinging into the melee combat
and accidentally wounding three of my pack mates including my ductus. We
killed the werewolf but I was punished for my uncontrolled rage. I was
staked and exiled from the city never able to return it was lucky that they
took into account the circumstances or they might have just killed me.
I left New York in shame and anger leaving the few friends I had behind with
only a minimal chance at contacting any of them again and began to wander.
I was passing though Connecticut when I came across two Cainites I would
later deal with when I moved here. Talon Killman and Mayhem are two Gangrel
that were doing some security work there and we got to talking a little. It
was from them that I learned my path before I set out for my last home of
DC. Things in DC started getting a little too complicated for my liking and
I wound up coming across some information about Talon so I contacted him to
see if there was a need for one of my kind where he was.
Things for me since I have moved to Morgantown have been insane and hellish. Paranoia has set in and I have the city canvassed with animals to gather information for me. Torpor has become a regular place for me to be and I fear that a betrayal of deadly secrets is eminent and that deals made to secure my safety have already been uncovered. My unlife appears to be at risk at every turn I make here and I have only a few allies that are hard to keep in contact with. I owe my life to Roman and to Pocket and I just hope that I survive long enough to repay them the debts that I owe.
Sasha died in an attack on the city by what we believed to be Cam members in
a reprisal for the invasion by our Bishop and all of the ducti of the city.
She spent the night as acting ductus of her pack following the acting Bishop
of the city and trying to keep everything together. The acting bishop was a
comedy of errors and grossly incompetent while at the same time so concerned
with her own safety that she allowed the night to turn into utter chaos.
Sasha spent most of the night in frenzy shortly after the battles began as
she saw one of her pack mates, then her Ghoul dog Spike and lastly Pocket
die at the hands of a powerful Nosferatu. Sasha did what she could to keep
her pack together and stay with Clan Gangrel in the city but it was a
useless endeavor because of the actions of the acting bishop Lillian. While
attempting to get her pack to safety she was surprised and attacked by the
same Nos and sent to her final death in three hits of an ax. She died an
honorable death trying to protect her pack and the sect during a time of
war.