NAME: Christ CLAN: Caitiff NATURE: Deviant SIRE: Warden Klaus Voorhees von Richter -+- ATTRIBUTES -+- SOCIAL MENTAL -+- ABILITIES -+- SKILLS KNOWLEDGES -+- ADVANTAGES -+- BACKGROUNDS DISCIPLINES VIRTUES MERITS/FLAWS PATH OF POWER & THE INNER VOICE -+-- WILLPOWER --+- -+- BLOOD POOL -+- -+- HEALTH -+- -+- EXPERIENCE -+- -+=+- HISTORY/BACKGROUND -+=+- Christ was born Christian Thomas McMichael, in Fargo, on December 25th, 1941. The war was ON, and his father was a merchant marine on a ship delivering goods from the homefront to the front lines – he was killed when his ship sank in an attack by a U-Boat. Never fully recovering from his father’s death, his mother had repeated nervous breakdowns, and he ended up being raised by a very strict Catholic Aunt and Uncle in Minneapolis, where he learnt French, Gaelic and a healthy dose of religion. Lashing out against an upbringing that he didn’t believe in, he started drinking at fourteen, whoring at fifteen, and joined a street gang at sixteen. The ‘gang’ was actually a group of young toughs hired by the rising unions to vandalize and disrupt businesses who were killing striking and protesting workers. His rugged frame and natural fighting prowess allowed him to rise through the ranks of the gang quickly, and he eventually took over at seventeen, manipulating the unions into a position for blackmail and a power-grab. His quick wit and self-education caught the eye of Panhandle Jack, a grifter from New Mexico who had come up to Minnesota scamming wealthy old-school families by pretending to work for various political interests. Christian quickly took to him, and began to learn the basics of street survival and the grift. It was Jack who found out that a contract was out on Christian, and they fled to Seattle, where they conned their way into corporations and stole various files to sell on the black market. They eventually moved on when the companies caught on, and this became a pattern or move, infiltrate, con, steal, sell, move. After a couple of years, Christian became bored with this life style, and moved down to Vegas to enter the now-burgeoning casino and club scene. He bought forged papers and went to work for Sonny’s, a club co-owned by Sonny Laredo, a Mage who was using it as a front to launder money and hide his hermetic activities. Christian started as a bouncer rose to floor manager, and eventually worked his way into Sonny’s inner sanctum, where he was introduced into the World of Darkness. At first a true skeptic, he began to embrace the idea of magic and the forces beyond human ken and control after various demonstrations of activities hismind could not rationalize. Sonny taught him the rudiments of the occult, focusing on meditation, theory and lore of the WoD. He was just finishing a ‘course’ on the world of the Garou, when a Vegas Camarilla power struggle caused the Ventrue to make a move on Brujah power holdings, and, mistaking Sonny’s for a club under the influence of the Brujah primogen, decimated the entire club – and everyone in it. While Sonny was protecting himself from the attack, Christian – ever the opportunist – killed Sonny, intending to take the insurance money and enter the business. Unfortunately, it was witnessed by a unembraced police lieutenant, who mistook the killing as a settling of account, and Christian landed in jail for twenty to life. Once in jail, Christian threw himself into study, into meditation, into training. He toned his reflexes to near-perfection, and learnt how to fix cars and basic machines. He studied basic scientific principles and studied rudimentary law. Most importantly he continued his pursuit of the occult, which caught the eye of the warden – an Assamite antitribu who was working to infiltrate the Vegas cam. One month to bestow favours on Christian to learn what he knew. One month to test his strength of body and strength of will though paid beatings and solitary confinement. One month to test his mind, and see just what he had learnt. Warden von Richter then embraced Christian, and began to teach him in the ways of the Inner Voice. For twenty-one years, Christian studied. He already understood the con, the machine, science and law. But his true love only began when computers hit the prison system. Mid-70s, the Warden got a basic – and primitive – data storage device. Christian quickly mastered it, and basic programming. As time went by, Christian spent more and more time learning about how computers worked, from the inside out. He set up an outside bank account under a false name, and hacked into various small corps and amassed enough money to enter the Vegas underworld when he got out. He databased everything he knew about the city and everything he learnt about the cam, and stored it, encoded, on floppy discs. As computers progressed, so did Christian’s knowledge of them. He began to gain a name for himself – calling himself Christ – and mastered levels of programming that few had ever achieved. When he was rejected for parole after his initial twenty were up, he waited six months and then hacked an early release for himself. Before leaving, he killed the warden – a notoriously deep sleeper – and diablerized him, gaining a gen and more knowledge and control over the powers he had. He spent six months in constant meditation and learning. He now enters the night life of Vegas a new kindred, ready to continue what the warden had started, but with different goals in mind. He had no tribal allegiance, no clan to obey. He would enter the camarilla with nothing and leave with every iota of power in the city of sin. And he would do it without anyone even knowing who was responsible or what hit them. This was the new Way of Christ.
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