Jarkel
Nature: Loner
Demeanor: Survivor
Concept: Hunter
Sire: Prometheus
Generation: 6
Attributes: Str. - 5, Dex. - 6, Sta. - 5, Cha. - 2, Man. - 3, App. - 4, Per. - 4, Int. - 3, Wit - 3
Abilities: Ale. - 4(hunters instincts), Ath. - 2, Bra. - 6(shoot fighting), Dod. - 5(side step), Int. - 5, St.wis.- 3, Sub - 3, AK - 2, Mel - 5(knives), Sec - 2, Ste. - 4, Sur - 4, Inv - 3, Lin - 1, Occ - 4, Hunter Lore - 4, True Hand Lore, Acrobatics - 4
Disciplines: Celerity - 4, Fortitude - 4, Obfuscate - 4, Potenece - 4, Protean - 1, Temporis - 5
Backgrounds: Age - 5, Elder Generation - 4, Reputation - 3, Resources - 2, Allies - 1
Virtues: Callousness - 3, Instincts - 4, Morale - 5
Path of the Scorched Heart: 7
Willpower: 6
Blood Pool: 30
Merits: Family Member, Magic Sensitivity, Catlike balance, Magic Resistance, Danger Sense, Iron Will
Flaws: Emotional Isolation, Cast No Reflection, Eerie Presence, Infertile Vitai, Faerie Hatred
Weapons: 2 Hunting Knives Str.+2, small Knife str.+1
Appearance: 1027 years old, looks to be 27, born September 15, 973, Embraced August 7, 1000, Long Brown hair, Blue eyes, 6'11", 275 lbs., Black Cowboy Hat, Black trench coat, Black jeans, and a black tank top
"I was embraced by my brother Prometheus 3 years after he was embraced. We then journeyed the country side in search of adventure for 100 years but only found trouble. Until one eventless night I over heard a group of men looking for 2 vampires. Even though they knew we were old and not afraid of them because we thought we were invincible. I told Prometheus I would lead them away from town. He agreed only if I would met him up the mountain. The foolish hunters did follow me but it was too soon, Prometheus hadn't even left the room. So I figured I would stay to fight. The smallest one stood in the back watching me rip his friends to pieces. I walked towards him slowly at first then I seen the gun he had. It smelled like sulfur was in the barrel. So I ran out the door as fast as I could to escape the Dragon's Breath Shot gun. I ran until I got to a cliff edge. The one little guy stopped about 5' from me. 'You dead man. I know you can't fly. Are you going to jump? I really have better things to do than pick up your remands to get my money.' That didn't scare me, I'm a Brujah I don't know how to be scared. So I said nothing. 'I'm tired of chasing you Jarkel, you and your brother will die tonight. I have four other hunters after him as we speak.' Of course I figured he was lying to me, trying to make me crack. I can't I don't know how any more.
'Shot you coward. What's wrong, do you lack the courage? If you are so bent on destroying me then do it.' I think that was what made him pull the trigger. He fired the gun but it landed short but the blast from it blew me off the cliff. I luckily caught myself on a ledge about half way down. I stayed in the cave that was deep and dark. After that incident I have committed myself to hunt those who hunt us. It was around 850 to 900 years later that I finally get reunited with my brother. Strangely enough it was in New York city. Now I hunt in the Big Apple.
