Gangrel

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The Gangrel prefer not the ways of civilization, but the Call Of The Wild.

Gradually she makes her way northward. The years wear on and she finds herself in the bustling new port of Detroit. French held and quite the place even then. She leans to dance herself, moving with Snake in time to what ever music is around, even if it is only the songs she hears inside her head. And what do you know! There are those that would pay to watch her! So odd, these men in their ragged, trappers clothes...all eager to watch a black woman dance! This could never have happened down home!

Light, ah, she does still miss it. For even the bright moonlight is painful to her. She cloaks herself in darkness. Long, flowing cloaks in every hue and sunglasses set with fake shining diamonds. The thrift shops offer up so many of these! Even the windows of her car must be special ordered, darkly tinted all around. Yet, even through the dark windows, she sees the city around her slowly changing, deteriorating. The gangs, no better than the armies of old, tearing the city apart at the seams. The unions, bickering and corrupt, vying for power with the politicians and churches. Nothing ever really changes, only the names and faces do...

Ah, then there is her little club. Her sanctuary! Her haven. Begging, borrowing, conniving cash from lovers and friends she renovates and reopens the defunct "Legends". A strip club near Greektown, she hires only the prettiest, the most talented. The dark confines of the club draw the shifty, those wishing NOT to be noticed as they leer at the bodies writhing before them on the small stages. Snake presides in a large aquarium behind the bar, watching the comings and goings of the cliental with unblinking eyes. The old, two story high brickwork building is rumored to have a lower level. But if anyone has seen it, they sure aren't saying...

Born in Los Angles 1880 i was raised as cops son always following in

my dads footsteps, and always paying close attention to the stories

he would tell. It was like any normal hosehold, I had three siblings

two brothers older and a sister younger. As i got older it was more

apparent to me that i was to be a cop like my old man. I went to

school for the learning I would need and Pops taught me the rest that

I would need for a life on the beat. I was 20 when it happened I was

walking the beat one night and was called to a shoot out with the

neighborhood gang and a group from the other side of the river.

It was all about who was going to control the warehouse district

while i was trying to get around for a better veiw and possibly a

better shot. As i rounded the corner thats when i felt the first

burning sensation in my chest then two more hit me quickly after the

first. I staggered at first then fell face first to the pavement.

All i could do is just lay there and bleed i was still able to hear

everything that was going on just couldnt move to do anything. As i

lay there i could hear someone walk up and could feel the barrel of a

gun to the back of my head. All i could think was this is it I'm

going to die. Then from nowhere i could here a snap like that of

breaking bones and the gun fell to my side. I could see the feet of

someone standing there but my vision was fadeing fast. Then i could

hear what i thought was a mans voice and they said "Dont worry kid

you arent going to die not like you think any way." That was when i

felt the sharp sting in my neck and the rest went black. I awoke the

next night to find that i was fully recovered and not a scar one from

the bullets that i took the night before. Or was it all a dream? I went

to look in the mirror and couldnt see anything i fell back in a panic

Jacob my sire laughed, It happens sometimes kid that when you are reborn

some of us do not cast a reflection. That took awhile to get used to

but there where other things I found out about my new body that I

liked and disliked I noticed with each phase of the moon it was harder

to keep my cool and to keep the beast at bay. I also nticed that crosses

had an effect on me that they never did before. I couldnt stand them.

Thats when my savior walked into the room and told me everything that

i would possibly need to know about my new life as a Vampire with the

clan Gangrel. As he taught me about the clans and the world of the

vampire I learned that things came easier to me I had a new sense about

about me seemed It was easier to stay out of trouble and harms way.

It also helped my carrer in law enforcement greatly, As I went through

the ranks I took on more and more difficult jobs testing my new abilities

on the way. Jacob McMasters (my mentor) was by my side all the way. He said it

was like watching a new born baby takeing its first step in life.

As time went by people started to notice how quickly I was advanceing

and finally the Capt. of Vice pulled me aside and asked if I wanted

a promotion and a new job so I told him sure. He said I would fit

in nicely with the ranks do to my looks. Oh I guess a breif

description of what I look like would be in order wouldnt it? I'm 6'

tall, slight tan, Green Eyes flecked with gold, Long brown hair

usually pulled back in a ponytail, strong features, and strong build

from when I worked out. I usually wear Jeans and loose white bloues

that ties at the neck and at the sleeves, with knee high mocassins,

and a long black trench that hides the twin SMGs that is usually

carried in a shoulder slings and the katana that is in the hidden

sheath in the lineing. While working vice I noticed that things were

alot easier to aquire if you get my meaning. Thats where I got

my new rides from, a dealer was busted for pushing drugs on to the

neighbor hood kids. So we took him down and I took his car.

It was a work of art a 70' GTO that was blood red in color. Then I got

to noticeing that all the cops from this division were driveing nice

cars and were buying expensive gifts. Thats when I knew I had gotten

myself into something I shouldnt have. So I told my mentor what I had

gotten into and he told me to just dissappear from the city it would be

my best bet of not being unveiled as a vampire. So I took his advice and

headed out for Detroit Michigan. It was when I got to Michigan that I

found that I was very territorial. I found me a nice little island called

Belle Island for my haven and fell in love with it right away I vowed that

I would protect it with my life if need be and set out to

establish my clan here and let them know Im here and here to stay.

She was born in 1890 in the Indian populated area of the western United States. Her mother was a Cheyenne Indian; her father, a French trapper that did regular business with the tribe.

She fell deathly ill at the age of 18 and her father brought a medicine man from a nearby village to aid her. She made a remarkable recovery, and left with the strangely pale wise man to be his apprentice. They lived in the caves ruins nearby and he taught her the ways of the kindred and also many of the ways of his original tribe, the Hopi Indians. His name was Dancing Bare and he was a teacher by nature and shared much of his lore with her, which she is compelled to tell others. She brings a bit if her heritage with her.

The wise old man (Dancing Bare) took a baby crow from a fallen nest and taught her to raise and care for it and the art of ghouling. Her crow, Scout, is bonded to her. She has a deep respect for animals and their spirits.

A backfired Indian ritual (a seance of sorts), that was attempting a talk with the past ancestors, has also left her "haunted" with the spirit of her great-grandmother (mothers' side), and she has tried everything to get rid of her.

She comes to Detroit after speaking to some native Americans from Michigan that have offered her the help she may need to finally rid herself of "Great-Grandmother" for eternity. They ask for aid and assistance in helping the Indians keep control of gambling casinos here in Michigan. This is yet another treaty the White Man feels he cannot keep with us. Rumor has it the Giovanni clan wants to run the casinos in Detroit, if they can stop this - they will help her.

In Detroit she owns and runs a second hand store called Ravens' Wings, specializing in native American artifacts and jewelry along with other "treasures" that she hunts at estate sales, auctions, and all night garage sales.


	Detroit By Night \| home Gangrel The Gangrel prefer not the ways of civilization, but the Call Of The Wild. Midnight Gradually she makes her way northward. The years wear on and she finds herself in the bustling new port of Detroit. French held and quite the place even then. She leans to dance herself, moving with Snake in time to what ever music is around, even if it is only the songs she hears inside her head. And what do you know! There are those that would pay to watch her! So odd, these men in their ragged, trappers clothes...all eager to watch a black woman dance! This could never have happened down home! Light, ah, she does still miss it. For even the bright moonlight is painful to her. She cloaks herself in darkness. Long, flowing cloaks in every hue and sunglasses set with fake shining diamonds. The thrift shops offer up so many of these! Even the windows of her car must be special ordered, darkly tinted all around. Yet, even through the dark windows, she sees the city around her slowly changing, deteriorating. The gangs, no better than the armies of old, tearing the city apart at the seams. The unions, bickering and corrupt, vying for power with the politicians and churches. Nothing ever really changes, only the names and faces do... Ah, then there is her little club. Her sanctuary! Her haven. Begging, borrowing, conniving cash from lovers and friends she renovates and reopens the defunct "Legends". A strip club near Greektown, she hires only the prettiest, the most talented. The dark confines of the club draw the shifty, those wishing NOT to be noticed as they leer at the bodies writhing before them on the small stages. Snake presides in a large aquarium behind the bar, watching the comings and goings of the cliental with unblinking eyes. The old, two story high brickwork building is rumored to have a lower level. But if anyone has seen it, they sure aren't saying... Stephen McKnight Born in Los Angles 1880 i was raised as cops son always following in my dads footsteps, and always paying close attention to the stories he would tell. It was like any normal hosehold, I had three siblings two brothers older and a sister younger. As i got older it was more apparent to me that i was to be a cop like my old man. I went to school for the learning I would need and Pops taught me the rest that I would need for a life on the beat. I was 20 when it happened I was walking the beat one night and was called to a shoot out with the neighborhood gang and a group from the other side of the river. It was all about who was going to control the warehouse district while i was trying to get around for a better veiw and possibly a better shot. As i rounded the corner thats when i felt the first burning sensation in my chest then two more hit me quickly after the first. I staggered at first then fell face first to the pavement. All i could do is just lay there and bleed i was still able to hear everything that was going on just couldnt move to do anything. As i lay there i could hear someone walk up and could feel the barrel of a gun to the back of my head. All i could think was this is it I'm going to die. Then from nowhere i could here a snap like that of breaking bones and the gun fell to my side. I could see the feet of someone standing there but my vision was fadeing fast. Then i could hear what i thought was a mans voice and they said "Dont worry kid you arent going to die not like you think any way." That was when i felt the sharp sting in my neck and the rest went black. I awoke the next night to find that i was fully recovered and not a scar one from the bullets that i took the night before. Or was it all a dream? I went to look in the mirror and couldnt see anything i fell back in a panic Jacob my sire laughed, It happens sometimes kid that when you are reborn some of us do not cast a reflection. That took awhile to get used to but there where other things I found out about my new body that I liked and disliked I noticed with each phase of the moon it was harder to keep my cool and to keep the beast at bay. I also nticed that crosses had an effect on me that they never did before. I couldnt stand them. Thats when my savior walked into the room and told me everything that i would possibly need to know about my new life as a Vampire with the clan Gangrel. As he taught me about the clans and the world of the vampire I learned that things came easier to me I had a new sense about about me seemed It was easier to stay out of trouble and harms way. It also helped my carrer in law enforcement greatly, As I went through the ranks I took on more and more difficult jobs testing my new abilities on the way. Jacob McMasters (my mentor) was by my side all the way. He said it was like watching a new born baby takeing its first step in life. As time went by people started to notice how quickly I was advanceing and finally the Capt. of Vice pulled me aside and asked if I wanted a promotion and a new job so I told him sure. He said I would fit in nicely with the ranks do to my looks. Oh I guess a breif description of what I look like would be in order wouldnt it? I'm 6' tall, slight tan, Green Eyes flecked with gold, Long brown hair usually pulled back in a ponytail, strong features, and strong build from when I worked out. I usually wear Jeans and loose white bloues that ties at the neck and at the sleeves, with knee high mocassins, and a long black trench that hides the twin SMGs that is usually carried in a shoulder slings and the katana that is in the hidden sheath in the lineing. While working vice I noticed that things were alot easier to aquire if you get my meaning. Thats where I got my new rides from, a dealer was busted for pushing drugs on to the neighbor hood kids. So we took him down and I took his car. It was a work of art a 70' GTO that was blood red in color. Then I got to noticeing that all the cops from this division were driveing nice cars and were buying expensive gifts. Thats when I knew I had gotten myself into something I shouldnt have. So I told my mentor what I had gotten into and he told me to just dissappear from the city it would be my best bet of not being unveiled as a vampire. So I took his advice and headed out for Detroit Michigan. It was when I got to Michigan that I found that I was very territorial. I found me a nice little island called Belle Island for my haven and fell in love with it right away I vowed that I would protect it with my life if need be and set out to establish my clan here and let them know Im here and here to stay. Piotr Milenkovich R.I.P. Cinwah She was born in 1890 in the Indian populated area of the western United States. Her mother was a Cheyenne Indian; her father, a French trapper that did regular business with the tribe. She fell deathly ill at the age of 18 and her father brought a medicine man from a nearby village to aid her. She made a remarkable recovery, and left with the strangely pale wise man to be his apprentice. They lived in the caves ruins nearby and he taught her the ways of the kindred and also many of the ways of his original tribe, the Hopi Indians. His name was Dancing Bare and he was a teacher by nature and shared much of his lore with her, which she is compelled to tell others. She brings a bit if her heritage with her. The wise old man (Dancing Bare) took a baby crow from a fallen nest and taught her to raise and care for it and the art of ghouling. Her crow, Scout, is bonded to her. She has a deep respect for animals and their spirits. A backfired Indian ritual (a seance of sorts), that was attempting a talk with the past ancestors, has also left her "haunted" with the spirit of her great-grandmother (mothers' side), and she has tried everything to get rid of her. She comes to Detroit after speaking to some native Americans from Michigan that have offered her the help she may need to finally rid herself of "Great-Grandmother" for eternity. They ask for aid and assistance in helping the Indians keep control of gambling casinos here in Michigan. This is yet another treaty the White Man feels he cannot keep with us. Rumor has it the Giovanni clan wants to run the casinos in Detroit, if they can stop this - they will help her. In Detroit she owns and runs a second hand store called Ravens' Wings, specializing in native American artifacts and jewelry along with other "treasures" that she hunts at estate sales, auctions, and all night garage sales.