STONE COLD (garnosis)
Nature: Survivor
Demeanor: Loner
concept: protector
clan: gargoyle
generation: 5
Haven: clock tower
attributes: str. -8 (Massive), dex. -7 (swift), sta. -8 (aggressive), cha. -4, man. -4, app, -0, Per. -7, int. -2, wit -5
abilities: Act - 1, Ale - 5, Ath - 4, Bra - 6, Dod - 6, emp - 2, int - 8, Lea - 3, sub - 5, mel -7, ste -8 (lurk), sur -8 (tracking), inv -4 (prowl), Law -1, ling -4 (english), occ -4 (Mages) clan know -5
disciplines: fortitude -7, potence -8, visceratika -8, protean -1, celerity -6, thaumaturgy -6, flight -6,
thaumaturgical pathes: weather control -3, gift of Morpheus -4
thaumaturgy rituals: illuminate trail of the pray, recure of the homeland, steps of the terrified, umbral walk
backgrounds: boon -3, elder age -5, elder generation -3, reputation -3
virtues: conscience -3, self-control -3, courage -5
humanity: 4
willpower: 10
blood pool: 40
merits: danger sense, magic sensitivity, magic resistance, early riser
flaws: poverty
equipment: chimerical armor -+7 soak, +2 strength, -1 dexterity, claws- diff. 4 dam. st. +2
stone cold is around 1024 years old, about 8'9", almost a ton, red eyes, 15' wing span. long black hair (odd for a gargoyle),
"it was about 800 years age when I was the head guardian at vecna castile. I miss those days, but I now have the clock tower to look after or the enemy would take it just like they did with vecna.
Vecna castile 974 - the most prize statue of finencas one of the best sculptures of his time was given life by a man only known as the mysterious one, a powerful mage at that time. I was told that I was blessed by this spirit to help protect castile Vecna from the Vikings. Although I was given life I also need to feed on blood to keep my body together. they said all I have to do is tell one of my keeper s (one who watched over me as I sleep) that I was hungry and they would fetch me a bite. Things went were going smooth for about 35 years, until one evening the Vikings had some of their mages wait for me in the back of the offensive to trap me. What they did was, when I was in range to turn me the rest of the way to stone. The spell was suppose to keep me stone for the rest of my life but because of that mysterious wizard's magic after the lead Viking shattered me in my weakened state then stated that if I were ever to get pieced back together I would be reborn. Around 800 years later I was found at the bottom of the Atlantic ocean in a big Viking war ship. My chest was taken to a historical museum. There they had Toreadors, a clan of vampires, fix me. The very next night was my rebirth. The toreadors that fixed me and a few others were all starring at me. My magic sensitivity went off so I figured that they were mages. I slaughtered all 10 of them. It was actually very easy to do. after I was done with the Toreador I sensed that someone else just entered the museum. I went to investigate, it was another vampire yet this one was different than the Toreador it seemed to have mental problems. So I left him alone. I left the museum to look for a haven to my surprise that same vampire I spared in the museum jumped on my back. after we landed I asked him his name and clan. He said 'my name... my name,,,. oh ya! John Doe, I'm a Malkavian.' Then he asked if I needed a place to sleep I told him yes. he told me to follow him to his haven. It was an old abandoned clock tower. That is were I make my watchful eye rest at the top of this new castile that I must protect.
