Caerel

Vitals

Name: Caerel
Aliases: None
Species: Vampire
Clan: Gangrel
Allegiance: Grand Masquerade, Court of London
Generation: 5th
Sire: Odin, The All-High
Apparent Age: 30
Status: Alive

Powers and Abilities

Clan Disciplines: Animalism, Protean, Fortitude
Other Disciplines: Potence
Additional Abilities: Huge Size, Code of Honor

Appearance and Personality

Caerel is a mountain of a man. His back and arms are covered with a course brown fur, his hair, which matches his fur is worn long and untamed down his back, but the first thing anybody notices, besides his enormous size are the boar-like tusks that jut out of the sides of Caerel's mouth. He is often dressed in leather, and always has his large Scottish claymore strapped to his back, unless it is forced away from him (like at Court).

Caerel abhors the politics that dominate the life of London Kindred (or Kindred anywhere, really). He is set in his warrior ways and prefers to handle things (as he would say) with the honor of combat. He especially feels oppressed by the High-Clans and believes them to be deceptive, power-hungry cowards.

History

Caerel was born in 100 B.C. in Scotland in a small village in the highlands called Lochearnhead. He was the son of a farmer and grew up to be a farmer, but when he was 18, while he was bringing crops to a neighboring village to barter, barbarians ransacked the village and killed his family. Caerel retrieved his family's claymore from his father's corpse, buried his family and vowed to get revenge on the barbarians. He left his village and journeyed north. He found the barbarian encampment and killed them all, but he was not satisfied. With his family farm gone, Caerel decided to offer his services as a mercenary.

For the next decade he traveled across the highlands of Scotland and alternately defended villages and sought out attackers for revenge. Finally, during a viking attack in 70 B.C. Caerel joined a military force and fought a bloody battle on the coast, the battle ultimately ended with Caerel locked in single combat with the Viking leader. After an extended battle, the leader got the better of Caerel, but rather than kill him, the viking leader praised Caerel's combat prowess and said that he would take his men and leave, but only if Caerel came with them. Giving the opportunity to save his homeland, Caerel accepted and returned to the viking's camp where the viking leader introduced himself as Odin, The All-High and told Caerel that he would grant him a rare gift. When Caerel asked what this gift was, Odin leaned over to Caerel and embraced him.

When Caerel awoke the next night thirsting for blood, the Vikings had gone. Odin had kept his word. Caerel wandered the wilderness and fed off of what animals he could find. When it was nearly morning, Odin returned in a small ship and found his childe. He explained what had happened: that Caerel was now a vampire from the clan Gangrel, and that he was now a creature of unbelievable power, capable of saving or destroying whatever he wished. He was, as Odin put it, a god. Odin allowed Caerel to sleep on his ship the next day and in the morning, he explained in detail what being a vampire meant. While Odin offered to let Caerel travel with him, Caerel declined.

He spent the next several centuries doing what he had done for the previous decade, traveling from place to place and offering his services as a mercenary. A folk legend began to circulate in the highlands of a dark warrior who would come at night if you performed various rituals (these only ever worked if Caerel just happened to be in the area anyway, but the legends still circulated). Caerel had several run-ins with other Kindred and presented himself at a few courts, but always preferred to travel on his own, away from both kindred and mortal society. Finally, after 600 years of traveling Scotland, Caerel returned to his ancestral home and built a new haven beneath his family's farmhouse, where he slipped into Torpor for around 300 years.

When Caerel awoke, it was 850 A.D., and there were murmurings of a war brewing to the south in the neighboring country of England. Hungry for combat, Caerel traveled south and participated in the Battle of Hastings. Finally when the human world settled, Caerel had his first run-in with Mithras, Prince of London. While Mithras did praise Caerel's courage in battle, Caerel always got the impression that Mithras was selfish and deceptive. Against his natural inclination, Caerel decided to remain in the London area in order assist his brothers in the Gangrel clan if needed, which is where he has remained for nearly 200 years, doing just that, and becoming increasingly frustrated with the "high-clans," and both regretful that he remained in the area and more convinced that it was needed. Though, as of late, he has begun to grow restless again.

Miscellaneous

Theme: None Yet
First Appeared: Session 2.5