Albrecht Rosenkreuz

I have won the battle, but never the war.

Description:

“The world is full of fools. The leaders, the pawns – none understand that the world is against them. They stand about building their castles of sand and never see the tide coming in. Nothing we make will last but what we internalize within ourselves – only we stand outside time. Not our toys and petty domains – wasted efforts all.”

Concept: “World Hating Surgeon” An outcast of the Nasferatu who seeks only to hone himself and the craft. Other vampires are necessary evils – to provide the resources and wealth requisite to research. Embraced in 1999.

ATTRIBUTES
Strength 3; Dexterity 4; Stamina 4; Charisma 3; Manipulation 4; Appearance 0; Perception 5; Intelligence 4; Wits 3

ABILITIES
Talents: Alertness 3; Athletics 1; Brawl 1; Dodge 2; Intimidation 2; Streetwise 1; Subterfuge 2
Skills: Craft:Disguise 2; Drive 1; Etiquette 1; Melee 3; Stealth 2; Survival 1
Knowledges: Academics 1; Computer 2; Investigation 2; Linguistics 1 (Latin)
Medicine 4; Occult 3; Science 3

ADVANTAGES
Backgrounds: Generation – 10th ; Resources – 3; Contacts – UCLA; Retainer – (Rutger); Vampire Status – 2
Disciplines: Animalism 1; Obfuscate 2; Potence 3
Virtues: Conscience 5, Self-Control 2; Courage 4
Merits: Long Fingers, Ambidextrous, Acute Sense – Sight
Flaws: Deep Sleeper, Prey Exclusion (surgeons), Sire’s Resentment

Humanity: 5
Willpower: 7
Blood Pool (1/turn): 13

EXPERIENCE SPENDS: New- Survival (3), Obfuscate-2 (5), Melee-2 (2)
FREEBIE SPENDS: Medicine+1 to 4 (2), Conscience+2 to 5 (4), Courage+2 to 4 (4), Willpower+6 to 7 (6), Stamina+1 to 4 (5), Melee+1 to 3 (2), Alertness+1 to 3 (2)

GIFTS: Occult 3 (-)

EARNED EXP: 37
BANKED EXP: 1
EARNED SPENDS: Str3 (8), Craft Disquise-new (3), Craft Disguise-2 (2), Subterfuge-new (3), Investigation-2 (2), Subterfuge-2 (2), Craft: Disguise 3 (4), Subterfuge 2 (4), Strength 3 (8)

OTHER INFORMATION

MENTOR: Jethro, Sire and Nosferatu rogue of northern Georgia. Hick bastard out to cause problems for Albrecht.

RETAINER: Rutger, Long time ghoul and servant who helps ease the difficult unlife of a disfigured freak. Rutger has acclimated to the insanity that surrounds him and now performs duties that would chill the hearts of other men – with a stiff smile to boot. He also serves as a regenerative testing platform when subjects are scarce.

CONTACTS: UCLA, The Medical research branch still keeps in contact with former classmate Al and sometimes ask his assistance on projects. Its nice to have friends in a world class research institution and the four hour time difference makes it easier to work with them.

RESOURCES: Modest savings from a short but renowned medical carrier, Al now supplements this income with a modest stipend from the Syndicate.

EQUIPMENT LIST: Various medical implements from syringes to an electric bone saw ($5,200), Kentucky Medical License (Current), 2005 Mercedes-Benz Sprinter/basic Ambulance set up inside ($10,000), various business casual outfits & surgical garb ($1,000), K-Cliffs Black Cross Shoulder Backpack – contains medical basic medical supplies/painkillers/snacks for Rutgar/ and anesthetics ($300 after medical supplies), Citizen Eco-Drive Skyhawk A-T Black Dial Watch ($310), $3000 cash stored in Backpack, Tracfone with 120 minutes ($30)

HAVEN INFORMATION: Rutger and Albrecht live in Red Hook, Brooklyn at the leave of the Syndicate, who provided a pleasantly refurbished shipping yard. A quite area near docking interests and plenty of unclaimed Kine to dine upon. The warehouse is typical for the area at approximately 3000 sq., however the Syndicate was kind enough to established a cellar – providing safer sleeping quarters and a secure place for Al to pursue his experiments.

Bio:

There are some nights I wish I were dead – and then there are some were I find such joys that it makes the others, somehow, worth playing out this joke.

I was not always so flippant – then again I was not always quite so much the monster either. I was born in a small rural town near Louisville Kentucky, my parents were first generation German Americans. Childhood was a real bitch with all that that hate still raining down – damn kine never understand there are real monsters out there. In the end I was called everything in the book and I doubt I’ll hear any new ones as long as I carry on this farce. If I were a believer in psychiatrics and other quacks who think themselves real doctors – I might very well have been told my self loathing originated from that time. Tell me something I don’t know you bastards, not much like it will ease my problems, and I sure as fuck have enough of those now.

Ahh but my esteem issues have made me much of the monster I am today – in one way or another. Fate can be a cold hearted bitch when that time of the month roles around. When I was still a snot nosed brat I knew I did not want to be a freak and I had been told all my life that if one just applied themselves they could make miracles in the US of A. How that load of horseshit propaganda crawled down so many throats I’ll never know. Regardless I sure as hell made an effort to play it out. I busted my ass and sold my joy away to become something I thought could fix me, the new exciting field of cosmetic surgery. I was quite good too, I was always able to see flaws even the patient themselves missed and improved them beyond their expectations – woulda been quite wealthy as well if I had not been dabbling in the product. I put myself into that same drug induced butchery more times than I can count – and I have a great deal of time now don’t I chuckle. My nose could always be sculpted a bit better, my lips were always just slightly too full…or was it a incessant sneer that I always saw in the mirror – no matter as I needent deal with those things now.

It seems that some cold bastard by the name of Alphonse – best as I can recall – noticed me. Seems he thought if I saw myself a monster despite my best efforts to remove the taint – then he may as well make me one in truth. That he did, made me into a god damned grotesque. This would not be so bad – as an undead I could perform surgery on myself with none of the mortal fears – bleeding out and mind dimming drugs were a distant memory. I know I’m a damn sight better surgeon than any of those other frauds that worked on me before too. In my new state I could be better that before with my talent – seems that bitch fate saw my plans though. I tried for months to fix myself up – and no change NONE! Like that fucking old Twilight Zone shit. Seems that deadbeat sire had it all figured out. I was not brought up to give up though, why I still wake each night. I’ve learned a bit of what it means to be a vampire…and more so what it means to be Nos. When vampires awaken on a new night they find their body reverted to the mirror image of their embrace – or as close as the body can provide. If one is severely burned it can take much longer – a severed limb will even grow back in time, granted you had one before the embrace mad laughter. Ahh so I went further than my surface tissues – I would beat this shit curse. You see the undead body takes some time to heal bone. Further, it has some difficulty repulsing certain materials. I’ve seen my body spit up bullets like – well you know what I’m talking about if you’ve seen a few nights. There are some things that don’t escape the body so easily however, such as wood and some other materials I have discovered. This research lead to my current state.

THE VAMPIRE YOU LOOK UPON SEEMS TO HAVE ALMOST NO FACE AT ALL – AS A FACE IS KNOWN. THERE ARE LIPS AND FANGS TO BE SUREHOW ELSE WOULD HE FEEDAND SUNKEN BACK INTO THE SHADOWS ARE DARK KNOWING EYES. THE RESTWELL THE REST IS AN ELABORATELY DECORATED MASK UNLIKE YOU’VE EVER SEEN. IT IS MORE FACE THAN A MASK, REPLACING WHAT WAS ONCE THERE.

I beat this curse, all I had to do was remove the majority of the bone structure – only save enough for some anchoring points. Even then it is a battle won – not this eternal damned war. Given enough time the body repulses even this, granted it takes a year or more rather than a single night. Now I can be as angelic and divine as an I like – or become the true face of horror.

THE VAMPIRE BEFORE YOU MAKES SOME PRACTICED MOVEMENTS AND THE MASK FALLS AWAY

Wake up boy and stop your whimpering – can’t say I blame ya though. chuckles
So I suppose you’re wondering what uses the Camerilla has for one such as myself? Well if you use that mind of yours I am sure you can come up with something…

Very well, dullard, as you have forgotten I AM a surgeon and even though we vampires heal at an amazing rate – sometimes a little assistance is needed. I suppose there are the ghouls too. When these situations come up we can’t very much call up the ambulance and have the Kine see to our needs – o no we have the Masquerade to think about. That is where my humble clinic comes in. There are other things I am sometimes called to do but they are hardly important enough to define my place in this society – freaking outcast spit. But then I will embrace the sun before I embrace those other monsters*.

THE VAMPIRE ALBRECHT ROSENKREUZ TAKES THE BITS OF WOODEN STAKE AND CAST THEM INTO A BURNING BRAZER BEFORE THROWING A BAG OF CHILLED BLOOD INTO YOUR LAP.

Ok neonate – you’re patched up. Now get the FUCK out of my haven.


Stock of Masks

Comedian: This mask was harvested from a down and out stage comedian – never got where he was from. Pale complexity with soft features but a ghost of a grin hinting to the viewer their is some cosmic joke only “I” know. Sarcastic/Joker – Lifespan 1 week.

Courtier: This mask was gleaned from a political science student – never caught the school. Young (19) and freckled with copper hair worn in a conservative manner. Serous/Bipartisan – Lifespan 4 weeks.

Tough: A face so generously donated to our caring hands by a sick pedo fuck biker. Eyes and teeth loom out from a wild tangle of black bush. This mask is distasteful – the flesh of a mask to delicate to be subjected to shaving. Al has made the effort to trim the beard but it is a weekly task – the end of which is happily awaited. Ruff/Sly – Lifespan 4 weeks.

Transcontinental: Al’s prize and most recent conquest, this mask is the face of a touring Ainoko man who saw a site best left unseen. While serving no particular purpose the mask always puts Al in an easy mood. Features are are an exotic blend of Caucasian and Japanese features. Easy/Happy – Lifespan 5 weeks.

Albrecht Rosenkreuz

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