Physical: Strength 4/ Dexterity 6/ Stamina 4
Social: Charisma 2/ Manipulation 3/ Appearance 4
Mental: Perception 6/ Intelligence 4/ Wits 5

Talents: Alertness 3/ Brawl 5/ Dodge 5/ Empathy 3/ Subterfuge 5/ Streetwise 3/ Scan 3
Skills:Etiquette 3/ Melee 4/ Acrobatics 2/ Fast Draw 3/ Security 4/ Stealth 4/ Research 2/ Shadowing 3
Knowledge: Linguistics 3/ Politics 3 / Occult 4/ History 3/ Architecture 2/ Lore (Demon 3/ Spirit 3/ Mage 2/ Sabbat 5/ Cammarilla 3)/ Investigation 4

Disciplines: Auspex 6/ Celerity 5/ Presence 6 (No Notice)/ Thaumaturgy 4(Movement of Mind 4/ Spirit Thaumaturgy 3/ BioThaumaturgy 3)/ Protean 1/ Quietus1
Backgrounds: Elder Status 4/ Age 5/ Resources 6/ Contacts 5/ Generation 4/ Influence 6
Virtues: Callousness 5/ Instincts 5/ Morale 4

Path of the Scorched Heart: 9
Willpower: 9

Merit: Occult Library/ Danger Sense/ Holdings 3/ Gift - Ivory Bow/ Enlightened
Flaw: Driving Goal 3/ Dark Secret 1/ Enemy 4/ Bastard Childer 2
 
 

    You Kine, walking through your lives ignorant and unaware of the dangerous currents in which you swim.  Shining like beacons against the backdrops of night.  Unknowingly hunted, the foodstuff for "myths and legends".  Literally.
     A shame, really.  My kind could be taken easily, if humanity at large were armed with the knowledge of our existence.  But you will be alone in your knowledge.  Not that it will help you.  You will not survive our encounter.
     Actually, I would prefer humans to take up the burden of protecting themselves.  I do not, however, trust the Kine to delve into the deep, dark corners of the world and exterminate the worst of us properly.  Let's face it, humans are not very dependable.  That's where I come in.
     Hmmm?  Yes, I am an assassin.  What has a 3rd grade teacher done to warrant my attention?  I'll get into that in a moment.  First, you must understand that killing is not something I do, it's what I am.  Forged to withstand what I've set out to accomplish.  Broken and then reforged anew, again and again over the ages, my goal always in front of me.  Nor do I kill indiscriminately.  Again, if this is so, why you?  Patience.
     Normally, I do not hunt Kine (our way of referring to humanity, both plural and singular).  However, there are, as always, exceptions.  First, there is the truly evil, even by my standards.  Mass murders (provided they have no good reason - nothing is as it seems, not even you), cultists, Demon worshipers, Nephandi, Fomori (I know, not technically human, but closer to that then anything else), or any others who feed off of their neighbors for fun and profit.
    Secondly, the pawns of my real quarry.  Only the unimportant can unlive without them. These usually fit into the first category as well, so they are worth the extra effort.
    Third, there is you.  Humans infected by a disease brought to this world by someone from my own sect.  We of the Black Hand feel responsible for it, so we take steps to root it out. Unfortunately, death is the only cure.  I would apologize, but I really don't care about you.  As it is, I must investigate your students, co-workers, and family for signs of infection and subsequent termination.  My inadvertent discovery of you has caused me a tremendous amount of extra work.
     I do not enjoy what I must do.  Nor do I see myself as evil for doing it.  It is necessary.  I am not alone in this, either.
    Take Joseph Kierstaad, for example.  Though he is talented, he is also an upstart.  He revels more in the excitement of the kill, the feeling of power that comes from taking a mark in their own domain, then in the simple fact that he is doing what must be done.  In his defense, he is young.  Age and experience will moderate his excessiveness.
    I have learned one thing from watching Mr. Kierstaad, however.  I must change my technique.  Martial arts and archery are my preferred methods, but I may wish to operate without leaving my usual signature.  Demolitions, I think.
    Also, I think I need to arrange another meeting with Joseph.  I understand he has made some off-color remarks about me lacking a sense of humor.  I believe I need to show Mr. Kierstaad just how funny I can really be.  I really don't think he'll be laughing, though.
    Well, my dear, you and I must part company.  I have work to do, and you have an appointment with the afterlife.  Good Night.....

      I am two and a half millennia old, so why even now, a mere year since you were taken from me, do I think of you still?  Especially after only a few short months of association?  I actually talked to my prey before dispatching them tonight.  What the hell is happening to me?
     Granted, the way you took the girl-child's Vicissitude into yourself, and the fact that it went dormant, was of more then passing interest to someone like me, but where did I cross the line?  Was it when I lent you my personal energy to complete your summoning ritual?  When I relented in my attack on the girl-child?  Or, more accurately, the thing she became after I threw her out a 40th story window with my mind?  (Of course, that was after she tried her Obtenebration parlor-tricks on me.)
 I'm still convinced, by the way, that she has been possessed.  By what, I have no idea, but it's likely one of our own kind.  An extremely old and powerful Kindred, at that, to have invested such power in so young a vessel.  Our little Masquerader still bears watching, even though her taint of Vicissitude died with you.
     As for the Camarilla Elders that were with us, they deserve nothing less then Final Death.  To think that my sojourn among them raised no questions.  Pathetic!  Even the Sabbat pack bringing the Infernal Diabolist to me for judgement elicited nothing more nothing more then amusement at my method of questioning!  Neither did my crescent moon tattoo interest them in the slightest.  Ignorant fools.  If this is the best the Camarilla has to offer, than it is a wonder they have survived this long.
     Anyway, what I do know is that I was wrong to bring you to Enoch.  To say that the results of your summoning caught me off guard would be a gross understatement.  I should have learned from you instead, free of the shackles of the True Hand.  I did not expect the Hand to imprison and experiment on you.  It seems that this was done with orders from the Del Roh herself.  Who knows how deep this seeming betrayal goes?  I have come to secretly question the Del Roh's motives and loyalties as a result.  You should have been welcomed, not killed, for your knowledge.
     As for now, I have resigned my position as Seraphim, ostensibly to pursue both the Shadow Crusade and my personal hunts full time.  Secretly, however, I am training our childer (and learning myself) from the library you left behind.  I try not to take too active a hand in molding this next generation, for fear they would be unable to combine the best of both of us.  For now, they are safe.  You were not the last of your Bloodline.
     This safety, however, cannot last.  Sooner or later, I must either run from the Hand, or challenge the Del Roh for leadership.  I don't know which, and I am unprepared for either.  I may have to go underground for a century or three.  Perhaps I can petition the Inconnu for asylum (though such an act, to my knowledge, is unprecedented).  You've left me nothing but questions and uncertainties about the future (I curse you for that!).  For now, however, we are undiscovered.  Ah....Matasi, how I miss you.