Character Sheets

What the title says ^^

Full-name:
Race: [Can be anything within the WoD world, but do consider your set relations with  factions within the City, Quite heavily Kindred, include clan.]
Age: [Since there human birth, or creation.]
Gender:
Appearence:
Equitment:
Description:  [If Kindred please include the name of Sire, when they were turned. ]
Keeping it simple, as complicated and confusing applications. Make Ed a dull boy.

Full name: Jonathan Baker, Goes by John however.Race: Kindred of the Toreador Clan
Age: Born in 1841 under the rule of Queen Victorian, England. Turned at the age of 19 in the year 1860. He is 169 years of age, If the game is set in the year 2010.
Gender: Male
Appearance: Looking to be around the age of nineteen when he was turn, The kindred before you has doll like skin, and gentle features. His hair is a dulled strawberry blonde with a modern cut, his posture suggests a sense of athletic build, He favours waistcoats, smart shirts and anything currently within trend.
Picture reference: https://2img.net/r/ihimizer/i/johned.jpg/
Equipment: He carries a concealed, simple black GP (Grande Puissance) 35 handgun with him at all times, A leather wallet containing currency, a set of keys and a pocket often containing mints.
Disciplines: John is a natural master of Daeva  discipline of Majesty, He has survived his extended life by further fortifying this over the years, He is even able to dominate kindred. Strangely however after so many years , he has still yet to expand upon his speed and strength, but who would need to? when you can  let other people work? Celerity.
Weakness: Frail by kindred terms, It is unlikely he would win against a tougher kindred or supernatural, retained alot of his humanity; He would be stuck between a rock and a hard place, if a innocent life was at cost.
History: Being sired in the Victorian era John has a unique politeness in his tone, expression, and even his movement. Even whilst shouting or complaining he is riddled with concern and emotion, He has not once sired a childe since his own creation and for a toreador that is quite rare. It is believed this is due to his rather messy break up with his own maker. He is a master of seduction and persusian especially with kine but he has been known to quite easily manipulate younger kindred if the need arises. Throughout his immortality he has owned various establishments from lively clubs to rather dingy bars, He currently owns a nightclub in Illumnia known as " The Manor" a modern place flickering with lights and young kine and kindred, it is a popular hunting ground with private areas for " Feeding " naturally the Masquerade is heavily enforced and any kindred found killing will be swiftly executed. He has strong connections within the Toreador clan, not quite elder status but a well heard voice, Rumour has it he has his eyes set on The throne of Illumnia..

Name: Anton Viktor Creutz

Race: Kindred, Clan Ventrue (11th generation)

Age: Born 1909, recieved the embrace 1937. Making him 101 years old 2010.

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Anton is a tall man with a slightly feral yet composed appearance, he has a thick and bushy black beard and short cropped black hair. He has two deep green eyes and a pronounced nose. He carries himself with a straight back and a raised head, using the lengths of his legs to walk fast and decisively. When he speaks it is with a slight german accent.
He's generally seen wearing costumes of a slightly older cut.

Equipment:
Though he's generally not having it on his person he does own a Luger P08, usually kept stored in his haven but should he forsee a need for it he'll have it with him.
Normally he carries his wallet, some keys and a pocketwatch.

Weakness:
Anton has difficulties keeping up with the changing world and technology, partly because of a genuine dislike for modern (digital) technology. Often he sticks to old methods and technologies when he can, staying away from modernities such as computers and cell-phones. Rapidly falling behind in the modern information society.

History:
Born 1909 in Köningsberg, Ostpreussen Anton grew up in the shade of the first world war and his homeland's defeat. He grew up and served his time as a conscript and then was rotated out. He spent his adult life travelling, seeing the world and working a bit here and there. It was in about 1934 he met his sire, a lithuainian vampire who simple called himself Gintaras.

Gintaras made Anton his servant and used him as a tool in the game of intrigue and power. Over the years Anton proved his worth to the vampire who first awarded him with turning him into a ghoul in 1935 and the later, in 1937 Embraced Anton.

Now Anton has somehow made his way to Illumnia, tight-lipped as to why and what his designs and purposes are.

Disciplines:
Anton is a skilled practitioner of both Animalism and Dominate.

Full-name: Ilja de Leeuw
Race: Kindred (Toreador, 7th Generation; claims to be 8th to hide having committed diablerie)
Age: Embraced in 1437 at the age of 25, thus 573+25 years, or 598 total.
Gender: Male
Appearence: PIXU (Actually it's Louis de Castro, a fashion model. <.<)
No-one knows if this is what he looked like originally, but this is what he looks like now.
In true Toreador style, Ilja is always dresses in the latest fashions. Even if he looks disheveled, you can count on it that it took him at least an hour to look the perfect kind of disheveled. His eyes are forest green.
Equipment: Pack of Lucky Strikes, Zippo lighter (always on smallest flame...), iPhone, iPod Shuffle, keys, sometimes a Jericho 941F 9mm with custom silver bullets.
Disciplines: Presence (very good), Dominate (good), Auspex (okay), minor Celerity (for those fast getaways!).
Weaknesses: Very susceptible to the Toreador flaw, Ilja can become completely mesmerized by the sight, sound, feel or smell of something, and anyone will have a hard time snapping him out of it. He's also by nature a negotiator rather than a brawler, and despite his dancer's career has fairly average physical condition: it won't take much to beat him in a fist fight, if one manages to dodge his Disciplines.
Description: Born to a russian mother and dutch father, Ilja was an imaginative child. In 1435 he traveled to Florence to study art, met his sire the next year, and was embraced a year after. The sire - whose name Ilja has refused to mention since an old enemy of his committed diablerie on him mere 10 years after Ilja's embrace - taught the young prodigy well in the arts of seduction and survival. He's utilized them well, and is now a respected elder of the clan Toreador: perhaps not for his personality, but for his extensive social network and his invaluable experience in holding the Masquerade and simply surviving. He is polite and courteous, but not out of sense of duty or respect - it is simply another political trick. Ilja lacks any true sense of compassion for kine or kindred and will only help someone if it poses no threat to him, and some of his less fervent fans criticize him for being uncaring and selfish - but at the same time, recognize that that very selfishness is probably the leading cause of his continued existence.

Name: Graciela Alma Rodriguez
Race: Kindred (Toreador, 10th generation)
Age: Born 17th October, 1854, Turned at the early age of 17 on 24th June, 1872
Gender: Female
Appearence: Slender and graceful, Alma sports luscious dark ginger hair that: when left to hang loose, reaches all the way down to the small of her back. Her eyes are muted green, and her skin pale. Her style of clothing leaps from one extreme to the other in accordance with her mood. She can oft-times be found wearing glittering ball-gowns that trail at her ankles, and the next day to be wearing short skirts and low-cut, bust emphasising tops, or suit jackets and trousers, sometimes in bright and vivid colours, and others in the typical black and white. Although one thing that might be observed is that she almost invariably is wearing heels. Picture for reference
Belongings: An iPad with a stylus, iPod Nano, a small purse for currency, a comb or combs, and assorted pots, tubes and pads for handling unexpected appearance alterations, all contained within one of many potential fashionable handbags.
Disciplines: Obfuscate (Minor, one-dot equivalent), Celerity (Moderate, two-dot equivalent), Auspex (Moderate, two-dot equivalent), Presence (Good, three-dot equivalent)
Weaknesses: Physically frail, and lacking in resolve in the face of danger, Grace can also find herself absorbed in composing music, or listening and re-listening to something new. Her attention span is limited outside of her own sphere of interests.
Description: Born and raised in the then-fledgling city of Córdoba in Argentina, Grace was 'lucky' enough to be mentored from the age of 13 in playing the harp and piano by a man who had picked her out amidst the church choirs, and whom she came to adulate far above her own father or anyone else she could possibly have known. Edward Fletcher made sure the young girl spent all the spare time her parents afforded her and the time he was in the town; learning with him. This was something the clueless parents were thankful for - it seemed their girl was being educated - and well - entirely free of charge. Under the tutilege of the kindly Englishman, Grace learnt to read and write in English, as well as her parents' Italian and Spanish, but more importantly, she learnt to read and compose music, and to play it - impeccably. By the time she was 16, Edward cemented his hold on the girl, making a ghoul out of her, and continued to have her act as his eyes and ears in the community until, a year later, he embraced her. Much time has, of course, passed, and it was almost fourty years ago that Grace made her way to the United States of America, and now, in the wake of recent dangers to and whispers from the Kindred, has come to Ilumnia.

Full name: Ecaterina Ciobanul, Childe of Vladislav Tiranul (Aka. Vlad the Tyrant)

Race: Kindred, Clan Tzimisce

Age: Born 1365, Ghouled 1389, Embraced 1477

Gender: Female

Appearance: Of eastern european origin, her hair is black as the feathers of a raven, and her skin is pale, almost translucent. She is tall and slender with an almost artificial beauty about her. Her clothing consists of leather pants/corset with metal spikes and chains attached to it.

Equipment: Various books and a toolkit for fleshcrafting. She has a ghouled Dog of the race Doberman with her.

Weakness: Being from clan Tzimisce, one of her weaknesses is that she must always have a piece of "home" with her. Her coffin is always filled with dirt from the Carpathian mountains. Another weakness is that she has a sort of eerie presence about her. As if the air around her is somewhat colder than it should be. Especially mortals tend to fear her for no particular reason, but also other Kindred may be slightly put off by her presence.

History: Ecaterina was the only child of a sheperd and his wife in the Carpathian mountains. She was noticed by the Voivode (Lord) of the Village she lived in, and he made her his ghoul. She spent many years as his assistant in his experiments and rituals, and soon showed great potential in the arts of fleshcraft herself. After some time he decided he would grant her greater opportunity, and gave her the Embrace. She has lived most of her un-life in the Carpathian mountains, where she has assisted her Clan against the wars of Tremere and Ventrue, studied the arts of Vissicitude and living a rather sheltered and monotone existance. Her Sire was defeated and Diablerized by another Tzimisce, a Voivode of a neighbouring village in the year 1909. Ecaterina's life was spared, as long as she left the area. She has traveled since then, picking up as much information as she can, and trying to make a name for herself within the Clan.

Disciplines: Vissicitude (****) Dominate (**) Auspex (**) Animalism (*)

Full-name: Tristan Jermaine Clarke
Race: Kine (for now ;>)
Age: Born July 6th, unknown year, claims to be 38.
Gender: Male
Appearence: (Facial features) (Dressing code is quite different, usually preferring Giorgio Armani for his deliveries - yes, deliveries - of elegant dark suits that are plain enough to enhance his facial features and classy enough to escort and heighten them). He prefers an earthly subtle fragrance that tends to give out a feeling of "familiar", but not quite traceable, being distinct without being heavy. His eyes are dark emerald green.
Equipment: Thin, long, light cigars. Always seems to have a pack spare, even though he always seems to be smoking one. The smoke is not particularly heavy or thick, bearing a light touch of menthol. A very thin and delicate silver lighter, engraved with the initials TJC at the bottom. A white linen handkerchief. Although it's never been seen, he is always armed with a silver Mk III 9mm which he had manufactured for himself alone, with emphasis on the design and details, elegant enough to be exhibited in a museum of fine taste, well-oiled and cleaned at all times.
Disciplines: Presence (0), Auspex (0), Obfuscate (0), Dominate (0) (note: all on 0, might remove some, not 100% sure yet)
Weaknesses: Not physically strong. Being a compulsive smoker doesn't help much, either. Thinks he knows everything. Occasionally "misses" details, due to making rapid decisions. Not a good sense of direction. Almost never pays attention to names of people he meets - exception being "important" (aka: useful) people he meets. Selective memory. Extremely low tolerance to alcohol.

Description: Seventh generation English, his family originally migrated (and mingled extremely successfully) from Hungary. Heir to a dynasty of a group of top quality attire industries, his "hobby" is collecting paintings. He's the owner of two galleries in London and one more in Florence. His official "explanation" is that he enjoys nothing more than appreciating good taste (a valid excuse, given his lifestyle), but the truth is that he seeks to see in paintings new things, as he's grown overly tired of the superficiality of people. He's able to stare at a painting for what seems to be hours even, diving inside the colours and imagining whole new worlds that he can never find around him. Rumour has it his collection counts as many as almost a dozen thousand works of renowed and unknown artists alike. He doesn't drive. <to be revamp'd - pun intented>