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Something happened that I don't like to talk about. I did something terrible, and was punished for it. Caine's Curse was put upon me, by a Nosferatu I never knew. Within two weeks of his embracing me he was ashes. I guess he said the wrong thing to the wrong person.
My mother thought I was dead. Considering what had happened to me, and how I now appeared, I felt this was for the best. I made sure that a contact of mine befriended her, and saw to her needs. He continued to do so until her death in September. Natural causes. As for myself, I claimed a haven in the Warrens, and did odd jobs for my Primogen. On April 15, 2000, I took the Praxis in Humboldt, with the full support of the Primogen of the Domain. During my tenure as prince we managed to eliminate virtually every threat that faced our domain, actually reaching a point where we could gather socially without having to worry about fighting some evil force or repelling invaders. The only threat we did not dispose of was kindred politics. A conflict between the Ventrue and the Brujah at the Justicarial level resulted in Justicar Pedder of the Ventrue levying various punishments on members of the domain. Among the results of this were the complete loss of my Ventrue prestige and Camarilla status, with the exception of acknowledgements and position. Once again disgusted with politics in general, I stepped down as prince and served once again as Nosferatu Primogen for the domain -- and nothing else. Unfortunately, no escape from politics could be found while remaining a member of the Camarilla, and, thoroughly discouraged by the levels of sadism, corruption and depravity I have witnessed, I left the Camarilla entirely, becoming independent, loyal only to the Clan. In my wake came most of the domain of Humboldt, which declared itself Anarch to gain the protection of the Convention of Thorns. The domain of Humboldt has since became Camarilla again, under the new prince Dragooth of the Brujah, but I remained independent, and claimed a small but scenic area north of Eureka for my own. Not wishing conflict with me, the prince declared that area to be independent of his domain. Dragooth said he had big plans, and was going to be doing a bunch of different things to make the domain safer for everyone. Instead, he called a bunch of meetings that he never showed up to, made a bunch of decrees that didn't really affect anyone, and started working like crazy to increase his own financial situation. We didn't really need that. I mean, if we're going to have leadership, it's either going to be someone who is really effective, or someone local. Enough of this outsiders showing up and declaring praxis shit. So, with the help of some handy boons on Dragooth all given to former prince Higuer at the right time, a bloodless political coup was achieved, and Dragooth has not been seen since. Higuer is now prince of Humboldt again, and is being very good about minding his own business and staying out of my affairs. Every so often I give him some info that helps make him look good, and in exchange I go about my business without Camarilla interference. It's a good situation for everyone.
My Dossier: |
I was born in Italy, about 37 years ago. I don't know my father; he died shortly after I was born. All I know of him is his last name, because my mother gave it to me. Romanov. Until recently, I did not believe that he was of the line of Russian royalty, but I have discovered that I was wrong. I am indeed related to the line of the Czars.