Name:	Maljean Ashrad
Nature:	Judge
Demeanor:	Loner
Date of Birth:	620 AD
Embrace:	643 AD
Sire:	Al'Ashrad
Apparent age:	20's
Clan	Assamite Antribu
Generation:	6th
Haven:	Ayenee
Concept:	Hunter

Attributes:

PHYSICAL		SOCIAL		MENTAL
Strength	6(Puissance)	Charisma	6(Charm)	Perception	7(Investigation)
Dexterity	7(Agile)	Manipulation	5(Persuasion)	Intelligence	7(Analyze)
Stamina	7(Endurance)	Appearance	4(Suave)	Wits	5(Combat Wit)

Abilities:

TALENTS		SKILLS		KNOWLEDGE
Athletics	7(Acrobatics)	Repair	7(Weapons)	Computer	5(Hacking)
Alertness	7(Awareness)	Firearms	7(DE/Shotgun)	Medicine	2
Brawl/MartialArts	6(Disarm)	Melee	7(Sai/Katana)	Occult	4(Vampires)
Dodge	6(Evasion)	Security	5(Alarms)	Investigation	4(Enigmas)
Clan Impersonation	6(Brujah)	Stealth	5(Silent)
Subterfuge	4(Recon)
Empathy	2

Advantages:

DISCIPLINES		BACKGROUNDS		VIRTUES
Celerity	7	Contacts	6	Conscience	5
Obfuscate	7	Clan Status	6	Self-Control	5
Hand	7	Influence	4	Courage	5
Quietus	5	Clan Prestige	6
Fortitude	6	Military Ties	2
Auspex	3	Resources	4
Prosectorae	2

Path of Blood ~ 10
Willpower ~ 10

Bloodpool: 30 Bloodpoints, can spend 7 Bloodpoints per turn.

Special Disciplines:
Personal Armor (Fortitude 6)
Sanguinary Wind (Celerity 7)
Retain the Quick Blood (Celerity 3 + Quietus 3)
Unassailable Parry (Auspex 3 + Celerity 7)

 

New Discipline: Prosectorae. (Can only start at 3 and must spend Current rating * 6 to raise it afterwards.)

* Beating Strength - Lashing out with your inner strength against a foe or anything else that will be in your way for a couple seconds thereafter.

System: Spend a blood point.
Doubles Strength for rest of Combat


** Increasing Redirection - A technique one so many people lost their life to, by taking in the damage from an attacker the vampire can redirect the damage back to the agressor with double power.

System: You must first take at damage from your attacker then spend a blood point.

Attacker takes all his damage * 2

Hunter's Blades

Description

An extremely powerful Tremere was researching the properties of Assamite blood when he discovered their unique ability to convert it into an acidic poison. Centering on this property, and hoping to designing weapons for the clan to gain prestige, he bought (by proxy) the assassination of several of his most powerful childer. The set-up Assasmites were fairly thin-blooded and were each defeated by their prepared quarry. After almost a decade of this Tremere's research with this vitæ he was able to duplicate the process of the Assamite's blood conversion through an external medium. He instilled this power into a number of bladed weapons. Inevitably, clan Assamite discovered they had been duped. The Tremere disappeared without a trace a few years before the magic blades surfaced. It is widely assumed by those who know the story that the Assamites took vengeance, but, as always, there are skeptics.

Hunter's Blades look like ordinary, bladed, archaic weapons. The creating Tremere wasn't picky about the weapons he chose, so the blades encompass a wide array of styles and designs. Most are daggers and are at least of adequate quality. These blades are all at least 400 years old yet they maintain their resilience as time has passed on, though no magical qualities are about them, other than their enchanted use. Upon the expenditure of a Willpower point, the user may sacrifice blood points, absorbed through the handle, to be converted into poison, which is excreted by the blade. For game purposes it mimics Quietus 4. The blood has the tendency to drip off the blade, spattering smoking droplets on the floor most dramatically. Any blood points left unused will drip off by the next scene.

These weapons are excellent for assassins, fools, and foolish assassins. Although they are powerful and effective weapons, clan Assasmite takes personal affront to their existence and actively searches them out to be destroyed. The bearer of the blade can usually expect the same fate. They can surface almost everywhere as the uses for a powerful weapon hated by the Assamites are varied and many.


2 IMI Action Express .50 cal Desert Eagle Adamantite/Quicksilver alloy.
Trained for Deadly Hand to Hand Combat in several Martial Arts forms.

Armor: Displaced Heart: A skin tight full body suit, which is impervious to normal weapons,(bullets, non-magical weapons)Is worn under his clothing and is obscure from sight, has no hindrance to his movements. Made of an adamantite-quicksilver alloy, which is impenetrable by any means other than a weapon made of the same alloy. The Armor also works as a displacer, if it, will cause to displace wearer before initial hit, wherever he wishes, within a 10' radius.
Armor: Ashrad's Touch: 2 admantite-quicksilver alloy-fabric gloves. (used for striking, handling of weapon to maintain better grip, and deflecting attacks).





History of Maljean Ashrad


You were born in a time where death was common, where war was life, and where gods were as many as stars in the sky. Your father was a farmer, and he raised you to follow in his footsteps, to work the dry desert lands, praying for rain to make the crops grow. Your father often took you to the local temple to donate some of the hard-earned food to one of the many gods. You thought your life was going to be simple. You were wrong.
When you was twelve years old you saw the Prophet. He was talking to a crowd on the marketsquare, and you stopped to listen. He spoke words of goodness, talking about the Righteous One, and how you could turn to Him and find a true destiny in Him. You listened, and became entranced… You left your home, your family, your life, and became a follower of The Prophet, the last and true Prophet of Allah. You were one of the first Muslims, and you personally witnessed the rise of this great religion. And its fall. You fought many battles at the side of The Prophet and his followers, and your dedication and loyalty grew with each comrade you saw fall beneath the blades of the enemy. You were a Muslim to the bone, and that is why it hurt so much when you saw this religion be corrupted by greed and ambition. After the Prophet died, lesser men tried to continue his glory. But the Muslims became divided and fought among themselves. All you had strived for, all you believed in, was crumbling rapidly around you. And you could do nothing against it.
You continued to fight, for many armies, for many lords. You didn’t care anymore. You still said your prayers to Allah, and The Prophet remained an object of worship to you. But you had lost the true faith….

Then the dark men came upon you. After a particularly fierce and brutal battle you managed to limp back to your encampment, searching for a healer to help you. But the encampment had also been ravaged, burning bodies lying around, the soft cries of dying men filling the air… You thought you were going to die there. You stayed there for three days and nights, waiting for death to come. But it didn’t. You survived. The fourth night, silent as a grave for the last of the wounded had ceased to breathe hours ago, three dark men came. They roamed the camp, silent and efficient, looking for something. And they found it. They found you, lying in a half-destroyed tent, crusted blood on your torn clothes, your eyes filled with pain and despair. When you saw them you reached for your blade and tried to assault them, believing them the enemy. When you threw yourself at the tallest of the three you felt a sharp pain in your head and all went black…
You awoke in a huge and ancient fortress. You had been chosen. There were many dark men there, and they trained you. You became stronger, faster, deadlier. They gave you back your faith, a cause to believe in. They gave you a family to love and a God to worship. They gave you back all you had lost, and more. They gave you immortality.
You learned of the other dark men, the evil ones, and how your new family’s Father had fought the Father of these evil men. You learned of Caine, and his brood, and how your family was dedicated to their ending. You learned of the treachery of these evil dark men, and you swore vengeance.
You became a dark man yourself, the night being your day, the blood being your food. You hunted with your new family, drained the blood of the evil dark men for your God, and harnessed your skills for your faith. Years became decades, decades became centuries. You were known within your family as a fiercely loyal and extremely efficient hunter. You drank the blood of many, and your power grew. But the evil dark men fought back, and many of your brothers died. Finally, your family had no choice but to surrender, and submit to a Curse that tainted your blood. Your hate grew with this, but your loyalty was unwavering, and you followed your leaders into the Curse. You didn’t stop hunting though, for the evil dark men considered you too useful. They gave you their blood in exchange for the deaths of their enemies, and you willingly hunted for them. Your quest for vengeance was as fierce as ever, for you hated the brood of Caine for their blasphemous Curse. But as the centuries passed your eagerness faded. Your prey was weak, they couldn’t compare to your perfected skills. You couldn’t taste their blood anymore, and there was no challenge in ending these whelps. You began to spend much time in torpor, letting the years slip by, awakening only when your leaders wanted you to assassinate a particularly powerful target. When you ended the prey you went back into torpor, preferring the dreamless sleep over the agony of unlife. Your name became known to a few of the evil dark men, and they feared you…. Whenever you were awakened, they knew one of them would die.

Then, after many centuries, came salvation. The Curse on the blood of your family was lifted, and you could once again revel in the taste of the blood of your enemies. You once again found pleasure in the hunt, and you stayed awake to prey on the evil dark men. Then you learned of a place where many powerful enemies roamed, and you went there. You saw great warriors, ancient brood of Caine, and powerful mages, and you knew that this was your home. A place where the hunt was once again a challenge, and where the blood of your enemies would flow richly. A place to fight, a place to kill….
Now the final challenge is upon you, as the time of Gehenna approaches fast. You crave the blood of your enemies to increase your own strenght further, so when the Father of the evil dark man returns, you will have the power to fight him and drink his blood. You know you are the one to fulfill the prophecy of your family, and you know only you have the power and dedication to end Caine himself. You are the Son of Vengeance, and your vengeance will be sweet….

You are an Assamite. Your name is Maljean Ashrad. And your time is now.





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