After those first few nights, my entire world had been flipped on its head. I was now a Vampire...or "Kindred" as I was to learn that "Vampire" carried with it a slight distaste on the tongue. As one could imagine...I had many questions when I finally realized that I was in fact not dreaming, and that no matter how hard I tried, I could not wake up. My "Sire" Garesh told me of the world that I was now a part of. In his own gruff way he was almost nurturing, and as our lengthy talks poured on, and on, I came to find him somewhat enjoyable company. He told me of all of my newfound strengths, and weaknesses. I joked about a few I had seen on Television and in movies...some he laughed off with me...others...however...he did not. I came to realize that sunlight was an absolutely destructive force to our kind, and Garesh spoke to me of kindred he knew in the past that simply grew tired of living, and went to see the sun for the final time. To grow tired of life's wonders was an impossibility for me, as my thirst for knowledge was only rivaled by that of my new thirst for blood. Oh yes...the thirst was just as present in me then as it still is as of the time of these writings. Garesh explained Kindred history, my vampiric powers he referred to as "Disciplines", and how to utilize the blood within my body to fuel my strength, manual dexterity, and even my physical prowess. My newfound "Generation" was also something that needed to be reigned in. You see...I was born a 6th generation kindred, and as such that placed me 5 steps from Caine himself, and with that gift, I came to understand just how powerful that made me...even more so in the case of Garesh. He had gifted me with 3 disciplines to start and bade that I become a master of each of them before I learn more. He explained that he cared for me and as such he wanted no harm to befall me so he gifted me Fortitude. My "Clan" has but one discipline inherent to itself, and as Garesh is a herald of our clan he saw fit to gift me with Kineticisim. My thirst for knowledge he recalled to me was why he selected my final Discipline to be Thaumaturgy, as it required the most study and practice and to master. I'll have you know that after all of this time, Thaumaturgy is the Discipline I know best, and am best known for. After years of hard training, study, and solitude, saving Garesh himself, I was told I was ready to come out into the World of Darkness, and carve my path.
Many beautiful and perilous adventures followed those first few nights out of Garesh's home. i was gifted a fine Black Suit adorned with a vibrant red rose that matched my sires, money, material things, and was allowed into my sire's inner circle where I met his stunning Settite Woman Gwen, his many underlings, and my "grandsire" Fabion, with whom I share a special bond.
Ever since that first night, Garesh has been nothing but kind and supportive to me. I was his prodigy, his childe, his friend. My real father was a deadbeat who died riding his motorcycle somewhere upstate when I was 2, and my mother was a heroine addict who died of, as it would seem obvious, an overdose of heroine when I was 12. I spent the next 6 years bounced from foster home to foster home as each and every family I was a part of found me shy, and withdrawn. Garesh and Gwen were the first "parents" to take me in and care for who I was, and respect my way of doing things.
I had almost given up hope for the perfect family, and had contemplated killing myself as I thought I did not belong anywhere...Who knew I would actually find my peace after I had died.
Many beautiful and perilous adventures followed those first few nights out of Garesh's home. i was gifted a fine Black Suit adorned with a vibrant red rose that matched my sires, money, material things, and was allowed into my sire's inner circle where I met his stunning Settite Woman Gwen, his many underlings, and my "grandsire" Fabion, with whom I share a special bond.
Ever since that first night, Garesh has been nothing but kind and supportive to me. I was his prodigy, his childe, his friend. My real father was a deadbeat who died riding his motorcycle somewhere upstate when I was 2, and my mother was a heroine addict who died of, as it would seem obvious, an overdose of heroine when I was 12. I spent the next 6 years bounced from foster home to foster home as each and every family I was a part of found me shy, and withdrawn. Garesh and Gwen were the first "parents" to take me in and care for who I was, and respect my way of doing things.
I had almost given up hope for the perfect family, and had contemplated killing myself as I thought I did not belong anywhere...Who knew I would actually find my peace after I had died.