Brahnamin's Characters: Ruvyen
Ruvyen d'Amasku :: Gangrel
"We are in the earth. We are of the earth."
Concept: Soldier || Demeanor: Loner || Nature: Eye of the Storm
Clan: Gangrel || Generation: || Sire: Jerrid - Spear of Cairo
Attributes
Physical | Social | Mental |
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Strength | Charisma | Perception |
Dexterity | Manipulation | Intelligence |
Stamina | Appearance | Wits |
Abilities
Disciplines
Backgrounds 5
- Seventh Generation
- Windowless Basement in a townhome in Florence with street side cellar entrance and private canal landing. Small gondola/pole boat.
Virtues 7
Merits/Flaws
Multilingual: + Greek (Native) || Hebrew || Florentine
Without a Trace: + Like his sire before him, Ruvyen leaves no trace of his passing, a trait his sire assured him was once common to all Gangrel, but which has abandoned the bloodline in recent generations.
Inoffensive to Animals: + Ruvyen has never practiced the Gangrel discipline of animalism, but creatures of the earth seem to mostly ignore his presence and his passing.
Smell of the Grave: - Buried in ancient Egypt after his sire's embrace, the herbs and oils, and the malleable embrace of the soil itself clings to Ruvyen even more than the typical Gangrel.
Cast No Reflection: - Reflective surfaces, including still waters, do not reflect Ruvyen's image. His sire had this same handicap.
Touch of Frost: - The air and earth around Ruvyen is several degrees colder than the surrounding air. His sire had this same handicap.
Infamous Sire: - Ruvyen's sire is sixth generation and fears none, even when it would be sensible to do so. The vampire has more enemies than hairs on his head.
- Odd Gait: - To drive a point home in the early days of Ruvyen's undeath, his sire shattered his right leg in four places, a wound that was never set properly and mended awkwardly.
Road of Bones
- Aura: Silence/Stillness (+/-0)
Willpower
Blood Pool
Gear
War Spear Str+2(3)L | Long Knife Str+0L | Hatch Axe Str+2L
Backstory
Ruvyen began his life as a sailor and a soldier. He lived a life of hard work and harder service, but he met his end outside Cairo in the dark of night to a warrior who was old when his own Greek homeland was young. Jerrid, called the Spear of Cairo, embraced Ruyven and buried him in the deep soil, washed in herbs and oils, the smell of which still clung to him to this day.
Being embraced by a Gangrel, sleep in the soil became a nightly habit, and they travelled often. His sire was a rough and violent soul, and there were many who hated him. But he always seemed to stay a step ahead of those who would hunt him.
The great expanse of Ruvyen's undeath was spent travelling throughout the Christian Holyland. He learned much of and from the Jews who dwelt there, but their religion and that of their Christian oppressors did not appeal to his sense of fear or worship. Jerrid had started him on a different Road.
Then one day his sire was gone. Jerrid searched the nights for him, but eventually gave it up as a poor quest and wandered west again, traveling the Grecian isles for a time before heading further west.
For a long time he has found himself settled in Florence, keeping himself in the windowless basement of a townhouse on the canals with his own modest landing and small pole boat. Though he is still Gangrel and often prefers to sleep in the earth outside the city.
Ruvyen has no immediate desire to leave, but he keeps an ear open for his sires enemies. They will eventually seek to find Jerrid through his spawn.