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[b]Name:[/b] [i]Syn De Rais[/i]
[b]Age: [/b] [i]Resembling the age of twenty-six years of age by humanities standards, Syn’s actual age is long forgotten having been turned at the turn of the 13th century. [/i]
[b]Species:[/b] [i]Seventh Generation Cainite of Clan Lasombra.[/i] 
[b]Disciplines:[/b] [i]Obtenebration, Dominate and Potence[/i]

[b]Personality:[/b]
 
[i]Beneath the façade of even temperament and intellectual resides the inner workings of a Machiavellian with sadistic desires. A firm belief in the theory of social Darwinism, Syn views himself as the apex of evolution and all creatures are beneath the feet of kindred, thus deserve to die – Horribly – and for his pleasure. Considered an Alpha personality, he conducts himself with a supernatural dominance and control. Considerable in his lifespan, He cared little for other clans often only caring to protect his own clan and bring glory to the Camarilla by any means necessary. 

However, Syn has shown a softer countenance to those he would allow close enough to be considered friends and not food. Often providing advice through cryptic or intellectual puzzles and entering frays to protect them should he have too. 
Syn’s bloodlust has ascended above those of the socially accepted norm. As such he has conducted acts of diablerie multiple times without remorse or care for the rules. Kindred, Human and Garou alike were all food sources. 

Considering his dominant, sadistic and malicious personality traits, oddities have formed over his life in the form of obsessions. For kindred unable to bestow a cursory glance upon his own reflection, Syn spends considerable time and wealth to ensure that he is presentable to all audiences of Kindred and human populace at all moments of the day. His shirts must always be pressed, coat’s always neat and ties square with bronze pin and cuffs. Pedantic in the way he dresses reveals his biggest flaw – vanity. 
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[b]Biography:[/b] 

[i]Turned one undesirable night, the kiss was intoxicating as much as the woman that relinquished his morality. Syn took her last name – De Rais. Under the cold, manipulative touch of Lady Vanessa, Syn, a humble vintner from the southern landscapes of France shed the radiance of humanity only to consume and be consumed by the loving caress of darkness. Lady Vanessa would be the first to show him a world of delight, desire of the macabre kind but would certainly not be the last. 

Moving from estate to estate, Syn studied the lore of his new family. The histories of the kindred and their beliefs, it consumed him as much as the hunger did. At first, he hated it, the idea of kill or be killed remained steadfast in his core beliefs resulting in him often falling into ravenous starvation before he would begin to feed. Over time however he would begin to relish in the hunt – hand picking his victims like he would the grapes to make his wines. 

The consummation of sanguine delicacies consumed him, the hunger controlled him and held its vice grip strong. A master of his silver tongue, manipulation and vanity his allure. His brand of intoxicating lust allowed him to sate his addiction, first with human women, then men, then children before it turned to the supernatural. Spiralling, he plummeted towards ground zero in which all addicts found themselves except when a helping hand reached out to save him from his personal hell he didn’t take it, instead he sunk his teeth in and drank it dry. 
Lady Vanessa was the first, his first taste of kindred blood and its orgasmic taste bringing euphoria and for the first time in a long-time satisfaction to his desires. Faced with the repercussions of his actions Syn left France and circumnavigated his way across various countries. Settling only briefly, leaving destruction in his wake. 

At current, Syn has settled into Los Angeles where he has returned to his youthful occupation after centuries except for making boutique small batch scotch instead of wine, which has bought him some form of fame and fortune for his skills. With a small bar called Gallery 66 which is where he conducts his business and sales of his small batches of scotch. On occasion he opens Gallery 66 to the larger populace for parties and upper-class raves in which he can conduct his empire’s expansion.[/i] 



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[b]Name[/b]: Markus ‘Battlepaw’ Matthews
[b]Age[/b]: Appears Twenty Three,  Recorded Age is Fourty-One.
[b]Species[/b]: Garou – Black Spiral Dancer
[b]Appearance[/b]:  Standing Six foot, nine inches tall Markus is of imposing height matched with a large rugged physique matched with extensive muscular growth bringing with it a hulking upper. Markus’ form is best described as a professional powerlifter at peak performance. Coupled with dark mahogany eyes, short cut beard and moustache and silver slithers of various scars that riddle neck and right side of his face. He exuded an aura best described as ‘fuck off.’
[b]Personality[/b]: Markus is Cunning, Manipulative, Loyal, Blunt and very Hostile.
[b]Biography[/b]: Markus is tied to Syn via a deal made in his weakest hour. Syn helped cover his breach of the veil during a frenzy – even black spiral dancers followed that Litany rule. Prior to this event Syn knows nothing of Markus’ history which is out of mutual respect. Markus has been a spy for Syn in the workings of the Sabbat, having formed a connection with the Hive in San Francisco which is a current warzone. Markus comes to Gallery 66 often to inform Syn of Sabbat movements and possible dealings in Los Angeles. 
Markus also does Syn’s ‘dirty work’ on occasion finding Syn those he requires to kill, maim or simply intimidate in order to expand business by corrupting or conducting smear campaigns on other breweries and companies often ran by the Sabbat.

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