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up and running, if you are going to play (regardless of who you are playing as) post it here for reference.

I want somewhat of a balance, but be whoever you feel most compelled to be. Remember: semi post-Apocalyptic... slumping economy... desert for part of it... thugs, crime.... (i.e. Tremere, Toreador, Brujah, Ravnos, Gangrel are perfered, but be what you want, all will fit and any clan is welcome)

Name: Adolfo d'Laurentis
Player: Phaeton, or Pete
Chronicle: Australia
Nature:Conniver
Demeanor:Traditionalist
Clan: Lasombra antitribu
Generation: 9th
Haven: Very large house, 3 bedrooms, Even a Ballroom in which Parties are held.
Concept: Covertly Power-hungry Jerk

Attributes
Physical
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 2
Stamina: 3

Social:
Charisma: 3
Manipulation: 4
Appearance: 3

Mental:
Perception: 2
Intelligence: 3
Wits: 3


Abilities
Talents
Brawl: 1
Dodge: 3
Intimidation: 3
Leadership: 3
Subterfuge: 3

Skills
Ettiquette: 3
Firearms: 2

Knowledges
Academics:3
Investigation: 1
Lingustics: 2 (English and French, Italian is his native language)
Occult: 3

Disciplines
Obteneration: 3
Dominate:2

Flaws:
Addiction (Alchohol)
Probationary Sect Member
Rival Sires (They both hate him now, since he defected from the Sabbat)
Merits:
Concentration
Blush of Health

Virtues
Conscience: 3
Self Control: 3
Courage: 4

Humanity: 6
Willpower: 8

Age: 156
Apparent Age: 47
Birthday: June 18, 1850
RIP: 1897
Nationality: Italian

Appearence: Adolfo is a tall, slender man, standing at about six foot. His Italian features set him apart from the rest of the Australian inhabitants. Typically, he wears a fine business suit, coupled with a walking cane, for class. He has short dark hair that is always slicked back, and a thin mustache which travels to the corners of his lips, and a beard covering his chin and travelling up his cheecks a bit.. While in his haven, he likes to wear a traditional cape, or crimson robe. He appears to be around 40-45 years of age. Many times, he is seen with a pipe, be it in his mouth, or just on hand. (Once I figure this out, I'll get a picture of him up...the face is hard to describe)

History:
Adolfo was bon in Florence, Italy, in 1850. He was born to upper class nobles, giving his an easy life with lots of money, and a taste for the finer things in life. As he grew up, he read deeply into Niccolo Maciavelli's, The Prince, and learned what he could of politics. From 1865-1870, while Florence was capital of The United Kingdom of Italy, he fell into a bad crowd, one which studied darkness. This lasted only a short time, however, but the teachings never left him. He traveled a bit to England and France, in order to learn more, only to return to Florence several years later, not completing his schooling. It was around now he noticed the shadows would always bend around him. For the next decade strange occurances happened, resulting in his loss of nearly everything, his family, his manor, everything, save a small fortune he hid away in a Swiss bank account.

By the time he was fourty-five, he was approached by a Lasombra and brought into the blood. He underwent servitude and the creation rites into the Sabbat, only to realize all his misfortunes were due to this, and he began to harbour a hatred. He did serve the Sabbat, but he hid his hatred from them until the oportunity arose for him to flee from them, and set up a new haven in Australia where he works for the Camerilla to this night.
(not too well written,I'll fix its soon)

How about this?

Name: Alexander Andvari
Player: John
Chronicle: Australia
Nature: Fanatic
Demeanor: Judge
Clan: Baali (Secretly Antitribu) (Posing as a Tremere)
Generation: 9
Haven: Penthouse in the middle of the city, Tremere Chantry
Concept: Crusader using the powers of hell

Attributes
Physical
Strength:3
Dexterity:2
Stamina:1

Social
Charisma:2
Manipulation:5
Appearance:3

Mental
Perception:2
Intelligence:4
Wits:3


Abilities
Talents
Brawl: 3
Dodge: 3
Intimidation: 3

Skills
Melee: 5
Stealth: 5
Firearms: 3
Knowledges
Investigaton:2
Occult: 3

Disciplines
Deus- 5
Potence- ---
Obfuscate- 2
Dark Thaumaturgy
Fires of Inferno- 3

Backgrounds
Alternate Identity-2
Allies-1
Resources-2

Flaws:
Haunted
Dark Secret
Nightmares
Enemy
Prey Exclusion- Churchgoers, including the clergy
Merits:
True Faith- 4
Code of Honor

Age: 233
Apparent Age: 20
Birthday: July 3rd, 1773
RIP: March 7th, 1793
Nationality: Various European Ethnicities
Appearance: Alexander is on the thin side, but one can easily see muscles on him. His skin is pale and his dark blue eyes stand out greatly. He stands at around six feet, has shoulder-length black hair and will occasionally wear a small pair of glasses. He has thin, almost pointed face, and is usually considered handsome. There is a scar on his left temple and a tattoo of the Archangel Uriel on his inner left forearm.

History: Alexander was born to a small family in Rome. He grew up quite normally, except that he had a greater than normal faith in God. He was turned by a Baali when he was twenty years old, mainly because his sire had a sense of irony. He was driven nearly insane when he was embraced, and thus lost all of his faith. For fourty years, he was one of the cruelest Infernalists ever, killing entire villages for no reason, until one day in 1832. It was Easter Sunday, and he was attacking a church, when, for no apparent reason, he grew a conscience. He had realized what he was doing, and his faith was restored, now even stronger. After that, he had made a decision: he would do God's work by using the tools of the devil. He had become a double agent after that, infiltrating clans for the Baali, while working against them and against the worse kindred. He most often infiltrated Tremere covens, working to bring them down from the inside, as well as slowly leaking the locations of some Baali to other kindred, who would then hunt the Baali down. However, on September 3rd, 1913, he took a more direct approach and slaughtered an entire Baali coven, except for one member. Ever since then, he has been lightly haunted by the vengeful ghosts of the coven, as well as the one member he didn't kill (Fortunately for him, the surviving member was the one who was thought to have done the killing).

Enemy- Mark Covos, Baali
Dark Secret- He's a Baali... duh...

((I can change this around if you want))

Baali and Tremere... nice nice nice!

I guess Ill just use Jack again, If thats cool with you Logan.

Name: Jack Terror
Player: Spike
Chronicle: Australia
Nature: Rebel, Deviant
Deamenor: Bravo, Rebel
Clan: Brujah
Generation: 11th
Haven: New York City
Concept: Street Punk

ATTRIBUTES

PHYSICAL: 7
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 4
Stamina: 3

SOCIAL: 5
Charisma: 2
Manipulation: 3
Appearance: 3

MENTAL: 3
Perception: 2
Intelligence: 2
Wits: 2

ABILITIES

TALENTS: 13
Alertness: 2
Brawl: 2
Dodge: 2
Intimidation: 2
Leadership: 2
Streetwise: 2
Subterfuge: 1

SKILLS: 9
Drive: 1
Melee: 2
Expression: 1
Security: 1
Stealth: 2
Survival: 2

KNOWLEDGES: 5
Investigation: 1
Law: 2
Politics: 2

ADVANTAGES

BACKGROUNDS
Sired by an unknown vimpire in 1977 after a Sex Pistols show. He was taught by Johnny Skulls in the ways of the Brujah.

DISCIPLINES
Selarity: 3
Potence: 2
Presence: 1

Virtues
Conscience: 3
Self Control:3
Courage: 5

MERITS
Brutal
Gracful
Dexterious
Nimble
Quick
Vigorous
Wiry
Charasmatic
Commanding
Intimidating
Witty
Alert
Attentive
Cunning
Wily

FLAWS
Callous
Obnoxious
Impatient
Violent

HUMANITY/PATH:
WILLPOWER: 2
BLOOD POOL: 5

HEALTH
Bruised
Hurt -1
Injured -1
Wounded -2
Mauled -2
Crippled -5
Incapacitated

EXPERIENCE

OTHER INFO
Age: 47
Apparent Age: 18
Date of Birth: 3/6/1959
RIP: 6/2/1977
Hair: Spikey Blue
Eyes: Ice Blue
Race: White
Nationality: Dont know, dont care
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 135 lbs.
Sex: Male

Name: Gabriella
Player: Ashy, aka Shadow.
Chronicle: Australia
Clan: Daughters of Cacophany
Nature: Vain
Demeanor: Theatric
Concept: Socialite songstress
Sire: Unknown
Generation: 8
Haven: A large, luxuriuos opera house where she is known to perform. It was original a rich man's mansion until he converted it, and therefore has bedrooms, and other living quarters.

Attributes

Social
Charisma: 3
Manipulation: 2
Appearance: 2

Physical
Strength: 2
Dexterity: 1
Stamina: 2

Mental
Perception: 1
Intelligence: 1
Wits: 1

Talents

Expression 2
Leadership 1
Subterfuge 2

Skills

Drive 2
Etiquette 2
Performance 4
Stealth 3
Animal Ken 2

Knowledges

Academics 3
Finance 2
Occult 4

Disciplines
Fortitude : 2
Presence : 1
Melpominee : 3

Merits:
Enchanting Voice
Ambidextrous

Flaws:
Dark Secret
Impatient
Overconfident


Age: 90
Apparent Age: 30
Date of Birth: June 14, 1922
RIP: December 12, 1952
Appearance: Gabriella's hair hangs in long, wavy strands around her body, most of it a light blonde, with some natural brunette streaks to it. It comes down about halfway down her back, and is wispy, and pretty. Gabriella's eyes are a deep green, and seem to react to her outfits. if she is wearing blue, for example, the blue in them seems to come out, and when she is wearing green, the green seems to come out

Race: caucasian
Nationality:british
Height: 5 feet and 6 inches
Weight: 152 pounds
Sex: Female.

History: Gabriella was born in England to a upper middle class family, who were into the arts. Seeing their daughters' ability with music, they immeadiately enrolled her in several lessons of the musical nature, the one she excelled in being her voice lessons. From a young age, Gabriella was well known around her area for being somewhat of a protege to the arts, also learning piano, and violin, but keeping her concentration in singing.

IN her teen years, Gabriella began singing at dinner parties, and soon after, was booked for several opera houses and theatres in the area, whose talent managers had been caught up in her singing.

Upon the mention that her career would do well in Australia, she moved there, and began performing every other night to an enraptured audience, soon attracting the attention of the daughters, who watched her, and sired her soon after, bringing her into their culture.

Name: Brian Vago
Player: Jasop_Buttement
Chronicle: Australia
Clan: (Sired Brujah Antitribu) Caitiff
Nature: Bravo
Demeanor: Deviant
Concept: Technophile Streetpunk
Sire: Blanche Bronte
Generation: 10
Haven: The gutted out remains of a sanitarium, littered with cobbled together pieces of machinery and mechanization, and old outlandish looking pieces of bic-a-brac artwork. Shared with the other members of Red Tigers.

Attributes

Social
Charisma: 2
Manipulation: 2
Appearance: 2

Physical
Strength: 4
Dexterity: 3
Stamina: 3

Mental
Perception: 2
Intelligence: 4
Wits: 2

Talents

Alertness: 2
Athletics: 2
Brawl: 5
Intimidation: 1
Streetwise : 3

Skills

Drive: 1
Firearms: 2
Melee: 2
Security: 2
Stealth: 2

Knowledges

Computer: 2
Electronics: 4
Occult: 2


Disciplines

Potence: 3
Celerity : 1
Obtenebration : 3

Backgrounds

Aliies: 2 (Red Tigers, low-powered Anarchs)
Influence: 1
Generation: 3


Flaws:
Disfigured (missing arm)
Impatient
Deep Sleeper
Haunted
Cruel
Effected by Garlic


Virtues

(Path of Humanity)
Conscience: 2
Self Control: 3
Courage: 5

Humanity: 5
Willpower: 5



Age: 49
Apparent Age: 27
Date of Birth: June 14, 1922
RIP: December 12, 1952
Appearance: Large, rough and menacing, with dark red hair, chopped off in a sort of rag tag mohawk. He wears a leather vest, and pants, at the arms are rings of tattoos that vary, but many have symbolic, Kaballistic designs to them. All others are gothic an menacing. His left arm is missing its hand. Attached is a grim kind of opposable hook.

Race: caucasian
Nationality: Australian
Height: 6 foot 4 inches
Weight: 201 pounds
Sex: Male

History: Brian Vago was born to a noble family in Perth, but in his youth he was a rebel and rabble-rouser, accused of killing a man in a street fight, Brian served time before his 20th birth date. And his family severed all ties with him, except for one grandmother, who always believed in him, and gave him money when he really was down and out.

Despite having a great talent in music at an early age, Brian learned in a chop shop how to weld metal, and gradually over the years his electronics skill grew through hands-on training and the odd course, he actually had the motivation to attend. He is an adept Frankensteiner of electronic hardware by any means – a hobby that fulfills his spare moments, and the creations are things both of such beauty and horror (though few can see it ) he becomes almost as entranced as a Toreador at an art gallery when he is creating these things.

During his 20s Brian lived on the streets, and fighting a rival, he lost his hand. . . they almost had to amputate his entire arm.

When he was 27, the year was 1984, Brian became friends with an erstwhile gutterpunk, Tawny Rochelle, and they would become grand friends working and swindling on the streets. Untimely, she was lost to him, in death. However months after her obituary had been posted, Brian saw her riding an imported Harley around midnight. At first he thought he was hallucinaitng, but he looked over at her again and again, from across the intersection the had both stopped at. It was her! But she did not even acknowledge his presence. He gave chase on his own motor-racer, a pieced together job. This night she ran, but he chased her long into the darkness that had become her home. They fought in a dark alleyway, and she pulled a knife on him. Tawny, now a Sabbat member, quickly over-powered him, and left him for dead. But her friend, and half-sister Blanche Bronte, picked him, up and fed him the sweetest vitae directly from her veins, that he might be healed. Blanche admired his petulance, and the way Brian forced himself on her, as the others laughed on through the night rooms away. That night, in the heat of passion, Blanche embraced Brian, and he was her doting shovelhead for many months. He learned quickly, even learning how to add potence to his shadow tendrils.

In the years passing, Brian saw too many things, and after Blanche died during a raid on a Tremere chantry, he fell out of sorts, enraged at the world, and in time at the family that had embraced him. In time, with determination, Brian managed to sever the ritual blood bonds of the Sabbat through a helpful Mage, Crotius Dane, who had been following an Anarch pack around the city, and pitied his plight enough to exchange his aid for favours.

When Brian moved to the outback, and fled, the Sabbat gave up the chase, and left him for dead. It was not the first time for him that he was given new life in the passing. In time he was accepted as Caitiff, and does not speak to anyone of his dark times with the Sabbat – so much blood, so much death, so much mayhem. Although the older madness wraps him in nightmares, he is a happier rebel now, you could say ther is a positive spiral to his life.

Over the recent years the Red Tigers have come together, a group of similarly-aligned anarchs who share a haven, and watch each others’ backs.