Post by Synistergrrl on Oct 27, 2011 8:41:34 GMT -5
Name: Trace
Clan: Brujah
Generation: 10th
Age: 43
Apparent Age: 19 - 21
Background:
Did you hear?
~Angel's voice crept up the Brujah's spine. Her touch was fluttery as it danced along his shoulder blades. But he brushed her advances off as he shrugged.~
What?
~Trace's voice was a growl. The Ductus ran a rough and tumble pack, known for their love of causing havoc and bringing blood shed to the Camerilla who crossed their deadly path. They were one of the few packs whom the Prince of Las Vegas had actually put a bounty on. Trace was pretty proud of that fact.~
Emmanuel's been called up to speak to the Bishop. I heard he's got some special mission for that old Gangrel.
~Trace's head cocked as he eyed Angel. The young Toreador didn't really understand what a touchy subject Em was for the Brujah. That relationship ran long and deep, littered with broken promises and wounded hearts. His eyes narrowed dangerously and for a moment Angel just stared, realizing maybe she'd stepped into something she shouldn't have. Backing away, she quickly disappeared into the bar's crowd.~
~Trace and Em had always had a tumultuous relationship. The Brujah wanting the Gangrel to stay in one place longer then the older vampire seemed comfortable with. Even before either had been converted over to the Sabbat, when Trace was just a young Kindred, a mere fledgling. That was still when Trace looked up to Em like he was some sort of God. Maybe things would have been different had Em been the one to embrace Trace, maybe.~
~Trace had tried to follow that nomadic lifestyle that Em lived. They'd left New York together, Trace wanting to go to California, believing naively that the Anarch's really had the upper hand there. They took the long way, driving at night in Em's car. And even now, Trace considered that one of the best times of his life. It was so easy. But Trace found himself growing tired of the road and California only seemed to get further away, not closer.~
~The Gangrel gave in, reluctantly. But California was not the promised oasis that Trace had set all his hopes on. It was infact a war zone. The Anarchs were constantly fighting from within, bickering over childish things and unable to work together to keep the peace. It was a perfect time for the Camerilla to make a move. It was swift and the fall out was a mess. But that move also gave the footing for the Sabbat to come in and scoop up wayward Anarch children with the promise of the freedom they so desired.~
~Trace fell hard for that spiel. He most likely wasn't meant to survive and no doubt he wouldn't have had it not been that Em followed him. The ensuing war was harsh. Several kindred on both sides of the fray lost their lives. When it was over, the Anarachs were obliterated, the Sabbat was forced back to Vegas and the Camerilla had a very tenuous hold on California. For Trace, it meant the blinders were off. He was no longer anarch but fully Sabbat and yet he'd survived it. But even Em would see that maybe the Brujah wasn't 100% whole any more. Trace became darker, more deadly, violent and vicious. But the Sabbat could do that to someone.~
~Even then, those in charge of the Sabbat recognized talent and they used the Brujah for it. Even when the Camerilla came in and took over, another bloody battle and yet, Trace and his pack survived, battling ruthlessly. Trace was clawing his way through the ranks and though he and Em still saw each other, their relationship was becoming even more strained. As the Gangrel would leave for longer periods of time, the Brujah became more resentful of that.~
~The new Bishop sees the talent there as well and on some level lets Trace and his ragtag pack do as they please, knowing he can call on them when he needs some damage done. But Em and Trace still haven't really confronted each other with the stress of what's been going on in their relationship, pretending as if it's not really happening, though the emotions have obviously changed.~
Clan: Brujah
Generation: 10th
Age: 43
Apparent Age: 19 - 21
Background:
Did you hear?
~Angel's voice crept up the Brujah's spine. Her touch was fluttery as it danced along his shoulder blades. But he brushed her advances off as he shrugged.~
What?
~Trace's voice was a growl. The Ductus ran a rough and tumble pack, known for their love of causing havoc and bringing blood shed to the Camerilla who crossed their deadly path. They were one of the few packs whom the Prince of Las Vegas had actually put a bounty on. Trace was pretty proud of that fact.~
Emmanuel's been called up to speak to the Bishop. I heard he's got some special mission for that old Gangrel.
~Trace's head cocked as he eyed Angel. The young Toreador didn't really understand what a touchy subject Em was for the Brujah. That relationship ran long and deep, littered with broken promises and wounded hearts. His eyes narrowed dangerously and for a moment Angel just stared, realizing maybe she'd stepped into something she shouldn't have. Backing away, she quickly disappeared into the bar's crowd.~
~Trace and Em had always had a tumultuous relationship. The Brujah wanting the Gangrel to stay in one place longer then the older vampire seemed comfortable with. Even before either had been converted over to the Sabbat, when Trace was just a young Kindred, a mere fledgling. That was still when Trace looked up to Em like he was some sort of God. Maybe things would have been different had Em been the one to embrace Trace, maybe.~
~Trace had tried to follow that nomadic lifestyle that Em lived. They'd left New York together, Trace wanting to go to California, believing naively that the Anarch's really had the upper hand there. They took the long way, driving at night in Em's car. And even now, Trace considered that one of the best times of his life. It was so easy. But Trace found himself growing tired of the road and California only seemed to get further away, not closer.~
~The Gangrel gave in, reluctantly. But California was not the promised oasis that Trace had set all his hopes on. It was infact a war zone. The Anarchs were constantly fighting from within, bickering over childish things and unable to work together to keep the peace. It was a perfect time for the Camerilla to make a move. It was swift and the fall out was a mess. But that move also gave the footing for the Sabbat to come in and scoop up wayward Anarch children with the promise of the freedom they so desired.~
~Trace fell hard for that spiel. He most likely wasn't meant to survive and no doubt he wouldn't have had it not been that Em followed him. The ensuing war was harsh. Several kindred on both sides of the fray lost their lives. When it was over, the Anarachs were obliterated, the Sabbat was forced back to Vegas and the Camerilla had a very tenuous hold on California. For Trace, it meant the blinders were off. He was no longer anarch but fully Sabbat and yet he'd survived it. But even Em would see that maybe the Brujah wasn't 100% whole any more. Trace became darker, more deadly, violent and vicious. But the Sabbat could do that to someone.~
~Even then, those in charge of the Sabbat recognized talent and they used the Brujah for it. Even when the Camerilla came in and took over, another bloody battle and yet, Trace and his pack survived, battling ruthlessly. Trace was clawing his way through the ranks and though he and Em still saw each other, their relationship was becoming even more strained. As the Gangrel would leave for longer periods of time, the Brujah became more resentful of that.~
~The new Bishop sees the talent there as well and on some level lets Trace and his ragtag pack do as they please, knowing he can call on them when he needs some damage done. But Em and Trace still haven't really confronted each other with the stress of what's been going on in their relationship, pretending as if it's not really happening, though the emotions have obviously changed.~