Pack: [[Voir Dire]] CW: Drug use ## Character Notes You are, first and foremost, a vampire of taste and breeding. In life, you were the third Viscount of Chancery, a position which is absolutely real and definitely existed, regardless of what the despotic pedants of Wikipedia insist in your long talk page arguments. Since becoming a vampire, you have occupied positions of subtle yet pervasive authority. You were an aide to the Prince of Milan, a field support specialist for a team of Josian Archons, and, on one memorable occasion, general of a Camarilla army. That last one... didn't go well. Fortunately, you were able to sneak away from the aftermath and avoid the fate which befell your soldiers. After a few years of wandering, [[N Fox (Ductus)]] and their pack picked you up and offered you a place in the Sabbat. Now, you ply your many talents in service of the Sword of Caine. It may be a bit less genteel than you're used to, but you've adjusted. ## Character Secrets You have not adjusted. You are a Heretic. You did flee the Camarilla after your disastrous turn as a general, but you didn't leave behind your many blood-bound servants or your several estates all over the world. Not for you the frantic hovels so typical of the Sabbat, you'll have your holy war with air-conditioning and Bach's Cello in G Major or you'll have no holy war at all, thank you very much. Fortunately, your Ductus recognizes and even encourages your desire for an independent power base. Yes, using the blood-bond to control your servants is against the tenets of the Sabbat, but it's convenient, and what's more important than that? It may be said that, at times, you have been known to, as the saying goes, "live a little". On one notable occasion, you joined [[U Pena]] of [[Fruit of a Poison Tree]] for a night on the town in some sleepy little English hamlet. As a vampire of taste and breeding, you sought a victim who had reached a very precise degree of intoxication. True, it did take a few... spares before you got it right, perhaps a couple dozen or so mortals died in the process, but the result spoke for itself. Also, if you recall correctly, there was some cocaine involved, but that's not something discussed in polite company. ## Character Goals [[R Richardson]] of [[Exculpation]], though they're as mad as any Delphinian, is a surprisingly reliable asset. In order to expand your power base without revealing your true nature to the rest of the Sabbat, you could certainly use a mad, and therefore deniable, prophet. You'll need to find out what could motivate such a strange creature, but you've cracked far harder problems than that.