Player Name:  Joe "Fester" Doyle ([email protected])
Nature:  Perfectionist
Demeanor:  Gallant
Generation:  6th
Sire:  Lady Dominique of Enoch
Clan:  True Brujah

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

Talents:  Alertness 4/ Brawl 5/ Empathy 2/ Dodge 5/ Subterfuge 3/ Style 2/ Scan 3/ Masquerade 3
Skills:  Etiquette 2/ Melee 6/ Acrobatics 3/ Security 4/ Stealth 4/ Drive 3/ Firearms 4
Knowledge:   Linguistics 5/ Politics 2/ Occult 2/ Black Hand Lore 4/ Computer 3/ Hacking 3/ Investigation 2/

Disciplines:  Temporis 5/ Potence 5/ Presence 6(Everyone's Friend)/ Thaumaturgy 5 (Lure of Flames 4/ Path of Blood 4/ Movement of the Mind 3/ Bio 2), Celerity 3
Backgrounds:  Resources 5/ Generation 4/ Age 3/ Elder Status 4/ Contacts 3/ Influence 4
Virtues:  Conscience 4/ Self Control 5/ Courage 5

Humanity:    9
Willpower:  8

Merit: Unbondable/ Danger Sense/ Iron Will/ Gift- Sword of Sanguinus
Flaw: Deep Sleeper/ Soft Hearted/ Enemy 4
 
 

    Joseph is a study in paradox.  Possessing an irreverent sense of humor, he tends to be the center of any group he's in, always ready to make a joke, even at his own expense.   Charismatic in the extreme, his smile is infectious, and his gaze has been known to make the coldest of women melt with desire.  But this is only one side of the assassin.
    The other is that of a cold-blooded killer.  When in this aspect, Joseph betrays his True Brujah blood.  Those who have seen the transition (and lived to tell about it), liken this to a schizophrenic changing personalities.  It is swift, sudden, and quite terrifying.  The fact that he can go back and forth as he pleases is the only thing that keeps the Black Hand from judging him insane.
    To those who know of the True Hand, Joseph has the power of a Wazir.  If he accuses you of a crime against the Hand, you are guilty.  He can act as judge, jury, and executioner, and only the Seraphim and the Del Roh can gainsay him.  It's a power he does not use lightly.
    Physically, Joseph is a tall, well muscled man seemingly in his early twenties.  He has expressive, aquiline features, short-cropped black hair, and grey eyes.  He is usually dressed in jeans, white t-shirt, Docs, and a black blazer.  When he is hunting (pray you never see this) he wears a black ninja gi, complete with weapons.  The sword is his weapon of choice, though he is an expert marksman.

      So, you wish to know about the beginning?  So do I!  Seriously, I have no memories of the time before I came to Enoch.  This leads me to believe I was taken earlier than most, but that is just speculation.  My parents, race, and land of origin remain a mystery, even to me.

       Like I said, Enoch is where I spent my childhood.  The member of the Cult of Erinyes assigned to me was True Brujah, and it was she who molded my personality.  So, as a child, I was quiet, shy, and studious.  I have since outgrown this, except for the studious part.  I really wasn't much fun, and kept to myself.  My mentor, I believe, tried to raise me to be a weapon for her clan.  She succeeded, but I don't think the way she intended.

        I was voracious for knowledge, especially any lore on magic.  I spent any time I wasn't with my mentor or in physical training with the few Euthanatos mages living in Enoch.  By the time I was twelve, I had bled them dry of knowledge of the arcane, and delved into the libraries of the Hand to learn more on my own.  I became an expert in magic theory, and learned several lower Rites of Thaumaturgy without the aid of a tutor.

        My mentor encouraged this, of course.  All the time, in addition to my other lessons, I was regaled with tales of the childer of Troile.  The atrocities visited upon the world by the False Brujah were astounding, but I was not entirely taken in.  I realized that even if all the stories were true (which I seriously doubted), the Brujah were not the exception, but the rule.  We, the Black Hand, were the exception.  So I listened to her stories, and discovered the heroes of my youth…the shakari.

      So, I began to study the ways of the Hands greatest assassins.  It was at this time, approximately age fourteen, that I first heard of Artemis.  She was a legend, even then.  Now that I have met her, I have a different kind of respect, but as a teenager, I idolized her. (If you tell her that, I’ll kill you.  Not that she'd believe you anyway….)  I learned her methods, along with those of the other great shakari, and took my physical training to new heights.

      This continued for several years.  By the time of Choosing, I was deadly in both mind and body.  To my mentor's great pleasure, I chose True Brujah.  Respect for her played a part, but it was mostly the scholarly ways and solidarity of the clan that made up my mind. (Only the Nosferatu know more, but who would choose that?)  After my Embrace, I spent a couple more decades refining the abilities I had, and learning my new ones.  Thaumaturgy and Temporis became my main weapons, and I was at last deemed ready for my first mission.

       I admit, I spent some time using Artemis’ stalking techniques, and found them somewhat wanting.  Hunting a person until they are at their weakest and make a mistake, this takes patience, but little original thought.  Taking a victim in the heart of his own domain, having defeated all his defenses, where he is most powerful, this is art.

       No offense, Artemis.  It's just a question of style.

       I have refined my technique over the years, and now I am almost as much of a legend as Artemis.  Yes, she will call me an upstart, with little sense of propriety, but is it my fault I actually have a sense of humor?  She is one cold-hearted bitch, which is why I take such pleasure in teasing her.  She's not too old to learn how to take a joke

      Being a traveler at heart, I haven't been to Enoch in decades.  Though I don't work exclusively for the Hand these nights, I never work against them, either.  There is money to be made and favors to be owed, and I intend to end up with plenty of both.  I do not kill for pleasure, however, so if I end up at your door, you probably did something to bring me there.  And there is no escape.

        Now, go away.  I'm hungry.