Name's Hitan
I am almost 1000 years old though I appear but 27
I have betrayed my clan. I belong to no one.
I would describe myself as somewhat hot headed but over the years I think I have learned to control it
I wield a katana named traitor
I have the power to control the emotions of my fellow vampires, as well as shape shifting as well as my other vampiric ability's.
During the wars I was one of the proud generals of clan Gangrel. I was the ultimate fighter, capable of slaughtering the forces of the other clans by myself and my katana. As the years wore on and the battles became more desperate I started to feel the sin of my clan grow within me making me a rabid beast slaughtering every enemy I could find. I became a monster who only want was to kill. I assembled a army of vampires just like myself and began my reign of conquest. It lasted for 2 years... I even killed my friends. It all ended one night. My forces were fighting a drawn out battle with Tremere forces. They were horded up in some god forsaken mountain and my forces was just loitering refusing to attack the entrenched Tremerians. After 3 weeks of no fighting I finally lost it and set my friends tents aflame sending them into the Tremere stronghold. In the end we had the day though my fellows were slaughtered like animals.
That was the end of my years as a Gangrel vampire. The beginning of my years as a outcast. I am the beast in the darkness, and I hunger.
My name is Hitan and I am the betrayer.
