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Break Your Chains
Anarchy! Anarchy!
Show me a greater evil!
This is why cities and palaces
tremble and collapse.
This is what scatters armies!
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- Sophocles, Oedipus Rex
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Name:
Anezka, Princess of Nightmares
Clan:
Ravnos
Embrace Date:
Beginning of the 19th century.
Apparent Age:
Early twenties.
Position:
Currently none.
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Background:
Born into a prosperous Hungarian noble family, no
wealth could cure the congenital illness diagnosed in
their daughter. Over the years, that same affliction
made her as beautiful as she was fragile, like a
crystal rose. That beauty stole the heart of Andrei,
a thief from a Transylvanian Rom family: the Tsurara.
Both families, noble and common, opposed the lovers'
union. Grief fed the voracious disease consuming the
young princess, and Andrei could no longer endure the
torture of watching his love fade. He chose to free
her forever, granting her his finest gift: the
Embrace.
Lovers in life and in death, they fled far from both
families, Hungarian and Rom alike. The Rom marked
them forever as marhime: outcasts among
outcasts.
Years passed, and the lovers parted in the night.
Each chose a different road, and our Princess ended
in Prague, where she slept long beneath its cold
streets. The Week of Nightmares tore her from that
lethargy amid screams of madness. The voices of agony
and panic from her people ripped through her mind; the
torture and genocide committed by the rest of the
Kindred against her clan would not be forgotten. The
laws that condemned her love now condemned her
lineage. She would not allow them to steal the only
thing she had left.
Those laws had turned her existence into an
unbearable prison. Now free and unbound, with her
clan liberated, she would teach all Kindred the path
of freedom: free from Sects, offices, and chains.
Quote:
"The chains that condemned my love now lie
broken under White Ash... who will be next
in waking up from your nightmare?"
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Name:
Ivan Strakovitch
Clan:
Malkavian
Sire:
Garces
Embrace Date:
Mid-18th century.
Apparent Age:
Thirty-something.
Position:
Currently none.
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Background:
Ivan was born in late 17th-century Russia. Like many
others, his life was destined for poverty and
humility, were it not for a single lapse: a courtier
who, through circumstance, had done a favor to a
great man, or at least a powerful one in that place
and time, Rasputin, the mad monk. Ivan's father felt
little affection for his bastard son; his decision to
place the boy under Rasputin's tutelage was entirely
self-serving. In the end, a well-positioned and
grateful son, even a bastard, is always a form of
insurance. So Ivan came of age in Rasputin's shadow,
and remained there into his third decade. Yet lapses
marked his birth, his placement, and eventually his
fall. He learned more than his tutor intended. The
least "scholastic" part of his education came from
the servants he came from and never forgot. Every
ounce of his rogue inheritance led him to try
deceiving Rasputin, inevitably ending in trouble that
forced him to flee the court. Uselessly, of course,
had chance not intervened in Malkavian form.
Since then, he is known to have moved through both
the Sword of Cain and the Camarilla, exploiting each
as needed to secure a style of unlife. He had to,
because the past kept hunting him. For a long while,
peace endured and, as he himself would say, it looked
like a happy ending. But his life, his world, was no
tale. There were no happy endings, nor tragic ones,
because there was no ending at all. He had
managed to outwit his past. He returned to Russia. He
survived with a small mafia empire, a double empire
in the eyes of mortals and Kindred alike. He was
master of his fate. Then one night, his past appeared.
That is why he is now in Prague: an entire road to carve
ahead, and God willing, without looking back.
Quote:
"Don't you dare judge me... you do what you can to
survive... and surviving means living above others...
right?"
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