| Name: Szarik Vidaru | Player: Mortarch | |
| Nature: Fanatic | - | - | Demeanor: Sociopath |
| Generation: 11 | - | - | Sect: Independent |
| Sire: Vlodimir Dracaru | - | - | Clan: Nagaraja |
| Concept: Punisher/Vigilante | ||
Attributes
| Physical | Social | Mental | |||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Strength | 3 | Charisma | 2 | Perception | 2 |
| Dexterity | 4 | Manipulation | 2 | Intelligence | 4 |
| Stamina | 3 | Appearance | 2 | Wits | 2 |
Specialties:
Dexterity: Precise
Intelligence: Analytical
Abilities
| Talents | Skills | Knowledges | |||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Alertness | 2 | Animal Ken | 0 | Academics | 0 |
| Art | 0 | Crafts | 0 | Computer | 0 |
| Athletics | 2 | Drive | 0 | Cosmology | 0 |
| Awareness | 2 | Etiquette | 0 | Enigmas | 0 |
| Brawl | 3 | Firearms | 3 | Esoterica | 0 |
| Carousing | 0 | Larceny | 0 | Investigation | 3 |
| Empathy | 0 | Martial Arts | 0 | Law | 2 |
| Expression | 0 | Meditation | 0 | Medicine | 2 |
| Intimidation | 2 | Melee | 2 | Occult | 2 |
| Intuition | 0 | Performance | 0 | Research | 0 |
| Leadership | 0 | Stealth | 2 | Science | 0 |
| Streetwise | 1 | Survival | 0 | Lore: Undead | 1 |
| Subterfuge | 1 | Technology | 0 | 0 | |
| Other Talents | Other Skills | Other Knowledges | |||
| 0 | 0 | 0 | |||
Advantages
| Virtues | ||
|---|---|---|
| Conscience/Conviction | 3 | |
| Self-Control/Instincts | 2 | |
| Courage | 5 | |
| Trait | ||
| Path of Bones | 5 | |
| Willpower (P/T) | 6 | 6 |
| Blood Pool (P/T) | 10 | 10 |
| Backgrounds | ||
| Domain | 1 | |
| Generation | 2 | |
| Mentor | 2 | |
| Memento de Morte | 2 | |
| Resources | 2 | |
| Retainers | 1 | |
| Disciplines | ||
| Auspex | 1 | |
| Dominate | 0 | |
| Necromancy* | 3 | |
| -> Vitreous Path (Primary) | 2 | |
| -> Path of Haunting | 1 | |
| -> Sepulchre Path | 1 | |
| Obfuscate | 0 | |
| Merits | |
| Additional Discipline (Obfuscate) | 5 |
| Bruiser | 1 |
| Extra Sharp | 2 |
| Mortuario | 2 |
| Without a Trace | 2 |
| Flaws | |
| Death Sight | 2 |
| Kiss of Death | 2 |
| New Arrival | 1 |
| Prey Exclusion (Cops) | 1 |
| Recruitment Target (Tal'Mahe'Ra) | 1 |
| Health Levels | ||
|---|---|---|
| Bruised | -0 | |
| Hurt | -1 | |
| Injured | -1 | |
| Wounded | -2 | |
| Mauled | -2 | |
| Crippled | -5 | |
| Incapacitated | - | |
Description
NOTES:
Equipment:
Shotgun, Kevlar, Combat Knife
HISTORY:
--Mortal Life--
Long before Szarik met his Sire and he was embraced into the Night he was a mortal police officer. He was a rather exemplary member of the force and served with distinction for quite some time. However, it was in the end not to last. His Partner had been the target of retaliation by gangsters bitter about their compatriots being put behind bars. In truth they had been acting
under the direction of a vampire, his partner had witnessed a Gangrel in full frenzy and it was decided that it was best he be put down. The Police were firmly under the thumb of the local
Kindred and were quick to cooperate in sweeping it all under the rug. However, this was entirely unacceptable to Szarik, who eventually decided that if the police wouldn't secure justice
for his fallen comrade then he would. He spent a good deal of time tracking down all of those gangsters who had been used for the coverup and killed them. After this he would act where the
police could not, bringing death to those who committed sufficient crime in his eyes.
--The Embrace--
On one fateful night, the criminal that Szarik had been hunting was also a target of his Sire’s. Szarik was able to get to him first, unknowing of the fact that he had competition. Vlodimir saw Szarik and was highly intrigued by what he saw. After that he watched him for some time, following along on his various missions and observing him. After a few times of this and digging into his background, Vlodimir determined that Szarik was suitable for the embrace.
Szarik had tracked down a pair of brothers who had been selling Heroin to High Schoolers. He tracked them down to their home and murdered them. As he was going to go about the business of disposing of the bodies, Vlodimir strangled him and began the process of embracing him. Vlodimir had learned of a necromantic ritual used by the Giovanni to bring a mortal back from death as a Cainite and of the increased connection to the Shadowlands that these people held. Three nights had passed when Szarik awoke in the brothers’ home, both of them laid right next to him. He woke with a start and a growing sense of horror enveloped him as he looked around. Everywhere he looked he saw decay. The home of the brothers had by no means been lavish, but now it all looked broken down and decrepit. Rot looked to have set into the woodwork and all around, all Szarik could see was the forces of Entropy taking hold. He stepped up to one of the windows and looked out upon the area. The buildings all looked to be crumbling ruins and he could see people in various stages of decay walking around.
A panic began to envelop him as he realized that he must be dead. His mind began to race as he tried to think of where exactly he went wrong. He had executed everything perfectly, scouting out the brothers well in advance and gathering all the information necessary to ensure that it would all go flawlessly. As he stood there consumed by his thoughts, a man walked out of the shadows and placed a hand upon Szarik’s shoulder. Szarik quickly spun around, pushing the man back and taking in the sight of him. Cold blue eyes looked out from sunken sockets upon Szarik. The man’s lips looked to have rotted away, leaving razor sharp shark like teeth locked in a rictus grin.There was no hair upon the man’s head and his head resembled nothing more than a fleshy skull. He was wearing a black leather trench coat, unbuttoned overtop a black T-Shirt.
After a moment of stunned silence, Szarik finally overcame his horror. Whoever this man was, he felt a strange sort of kinship with him. “Who are you creature? What has happened to me?” Szarik said. The mysterious creature responded, his voice deep and gravelly, “My name is Vlodimir Szaresku and I am your Sire Szarik. You have joined the Night and its creatures. You have much to learn.” After that they discussed for a while as Vlodimir explained to Szarik the facts of his new existence. “Now that the essentials of your unlife have been explained to you, bring the corpses into the kitchen.” Szarik, overwhelmed by what has occurred and all that he has learned simply nods, bringing them both into the kitchen one at a time. Vlodimir silently indicates the table as he brings them in and with a raised eyebrow Szarik sets both of them down, one at each end.
"Recall Szarik how I mentioned that we are of the Nagaraja. Each Vampire Clan and Bloodline has a Curse that it must contend with. It is time that you learned of the Curse that ails our Bloodline.” Szarik sits there silently and nods, focusing his complete attention on the words of his Sire. “While all vampires are cursed to drink the blood of mortals, the fates have deigned it necessary to curse us further. Flesh, Szarik. That is our curse. We are forced to devour the flesh of kine, as well as their blood if we are to survive. Without it you will find your body withering away, until you are little more than a shriveled undying husk.” Szarik doesn’t visibly react at this news, tonight has left him feeling utterly brutalized and numb. He gazes at the corpses of the brothers and understanding dawns upon him. A feeling of revulsion grows in him and he doesn’t move to begin. “This is his body, this is his blood given to you Szarik. Eat of it and you shall have eternal life” Vlodimir smiles cruelly, however it fades as Szarik continues to sit there, hesitant. “EAT” His Sire will use Dominate on him and Szarik falls upon the corpse with a ravenous hunger. After it is done and Szarik is licking the last bits of blood and gristle off of his teeth, the effects of Dominate end and Szarik sees what he has done. Something within him breaks, some essence of his Humanity shattered by what he has done. He is disgusted with his condition but now he has accepted what he must do. They discussed matters some more as Vlodimir finished his meal and then they took their leave.
--Fledgling Years--
Under the tutelage of Vlodimir, Szarik flourished. He became even more adept in the art of dealing death and became quite skilled in Necromancy as well. He soon transitioned from a
vigilante killer into a veritable angel of death, bringing judgement to the wicked. The transition from Humanity to the Path of Bones was one that held little difficulty for Szarik as his life has cultivated in him an acceptance of death and a disregard for many of the fundamental values of the Path of Humanity. While Szarik suffers from many curses in his unlife, he has found that he flourishes in this unlife and has embraced it wholeheartedly. He travelled across the land, seeking after Necromantic knowledge and bringing judgement to the wicked. He was drawn to Starke after hearing of rumors of the Soul Storm being unleashed there upon Halloween. He determined that powerful necromantic forces were at work there and that he could potentially learn much to further his mastery of Death.