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[i]“"They gorged on the right, but were hungry, and they devoured on the left, but were not satisfied; they devoured the flesh of their own Kindred...” [/i]

[h3]Alexander Pascal[/h3]
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Toreador (Antitribu)
Auspex, Celerity, Presence

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Alexander Pascal, formerly Nicholas Martin, had been part of the 'Free Love' movement when it had risen. He'd taken part in his fair share of drugs and women, as was the way of life. It was easy to say he hadn't ever expected the Embrace when it arrived. She had been beautiful. Beyond anything he'd seen before. The night of his Embrace had started as a simple party, a cocktail of drugs and alcohol had clouded everyone's vision. In between the crowd of lucid bodies had been [url=http://data1.whicdn.com/images/29936142/large.jpg]Her[/url]. Nicholas spotted her eyes first, liquid and hungry. She smiled and began to walk over, stepping between people with indifference. She stopped before him and pressed cold lips against his. Nicholas didn't notice, his mind was already clouded. Together they danced, ignored by the rest of the world around them. She kissed and danced before kissing the curve between his shoulder and neck. Nicholas didn't really react to the pain, his mind still clutched whatever hallucinogen he had been taking that night, however as time went on, his fingers grew numb, his toes tingled and the world began to spin more so than it already was. He focused on the music, expecting this all to be a bad 'trip'. He could feel the bass thundering through his own chest and vibrating through the women in front of him, who at this point he was grateful was still holding him. His legs felt weak and the faintest sense of mortality crept into his mind. The women seemed to kiss her wrist, and in his state he hadn't understood why. She pressed her lips against his again, her tongue slipping into his mouth as before. Yet this time it felt good, well better than before. Whatever she had given him seemed to cause some sort of ripple through his whole body. Despite the lack of strength he seemed to have, Nicholas pulled her close and took whatever she was giving him as if it had been the single best drug he'd ever taken. The world span even more now but Nicholas couldn't stop. Soon he felt a strange feeling brewing in his stomach, a sort of maddness, a hunger he couldn't quite understand. 

Nicholas felt confused, and alone for a moment. He didn't understand why. He opened his eyes and looked about the crowd of people before turning his attention back to the women before him. Her piercing blue eyes haunted him a little and Nicholas couldn't understand his anger towards her. Yet his impulses kicked in and he lurched forwards, taking in the woman's shoulder as she had done to him. He bit hard, only taking in his newly found innate urges. He needed whatever it was she'd given him before. In a desperate and sudden struggle, he got exactly what he was hunting for. It was a downward spiral from there, easily one that would control his very life for the years to come. He didn't give the women her Final Death, but he saw very little of her when she finally decided she was done with him.

Nicholas performed the same act on another Kindred later in his new life, to the point of their Final Death. He felt a strong sense of pleasure yet a similar level of guilt. He performed it twice more before leaving the coast and heading inland with an entirely new name as despite the pleasure, the acts he's performed were criminal in his world.


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Alexander has a strong sense of purpose and a confidence that can easily be found as annoying. He has the potential to become moody and prefers to get his own way. A preference for beautiful women, Alexander enjoys the more human acts of pleasure before taking the more Kindred route to the human's he brings back to his home. Despite this, he has a lingering obsession with the icy blue eyes he remembers from his Embrace. He can grow more violent when he feels the strong compelling need for vitae again and will more than likely murder the women he brings home when it comes to this instead of letting them live. The closer to his hunger he feels, the worse it is for his food. Their suffering becomes a game at least until he gets angry. He enjoys modern music and cinema like much of his clan, yet the stranger delights of modern art seem to please him more. Despite his interests and his confidence, Alex has the same bitter vanity that comes with each of his kind. The same importance and relish in being everything the other half wants. Many of his 'ex lovers' can attest to his selfish and unforgiving nature. 

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Derangements: Blood Addiction ([url=http://whitewolf.wikia.com/wiki/Diablerie_(VTR)]Diablerist[/url]) 

Personal Goal: Alexander is hunting for the women who Embraced him.

View on Humans: Mortals aren't just food, their art and pleasure, passion and that dark sense of fun that comes with his entire clan. 
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