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Name: Inigo Malzahar

Generation: 9th Generation

Clan: Tremere

Disciplines:
+ Auspex
+ Dominate
+ Thaumaturgy
-Path of Mercury
-Path of the Father's Vengeance
-Prey on the Soul's Fear

Personality: Inigo moves in his own ways, often times in apparent contradictions and illusions of aid and help offered to those around him. To those that have only met him, he is a curiosity and oddity, with an apparent inability to simply speak plainly and clearly, always dancing around a subject for the apparent sake of his own amusement. This maddening habit of his has often driven people off or made them vastly underestimate the Tremere Vampire, all of which was to his own personal plans and schemes. But they need not know this, and unless one gets to know the vampire, one only sees the maddening, albeit relatively harmless, scholar mage of the Tremere clan wandering about, doing his own thing.

The truth is far more shockingly clear, both in his own thought process and his goals. Inigo manipulates his foes, and the foes of the Tremere and Camarilla in general, without bloodying his own hands. He hides behind his words and his apparently unassuming demeanor, gathering a disturbing amount of information, both with and without his Disciplines, and can be found plotting and scheming in his abode. Indeed, such round about and indirect methods of conflict suit Inigo, however, others are rarely so patient with the apparently mad vampire and his methods, taking the information and acting on it without waiting for Inigo, and often times failing because of a missed key point that further analysis would have revealed.

Inigo relies on this scholarly, studious mentality when dealing with those that deserve to see past the facade he maintains, focused on his information network and his research into further applications of Tremere Thaumaturgy and mixing of paths, especially when it comes to breaking his foes, he finds a morbid fascination with how a being reacts to being forcefully confronted with that which they fear the most and so man times break down in the face of such things, but he often keeps such opinions to himself, saving such dark commentary for when he has broken another fool who crossed him, his work, the Tremere or the Camarilla.

Biography: Born into a family of scholars, who resided within Spain, Inigo could claim to have no real hardship in his early life, exploring both the realms of knowledge and magic, fascinated by the rituals and power that was fabled to be brought about by such things. Raised to revere knowledge and its tenants as sources of great power, he would leave home at a young age, for the never ending pursuit of knowledge, of those known, unknown, lost and forbidden, no such things would keep him from delving deeper into many a sane and maddening text at the same time. All this would lead up to his first encounter with his future Sire.

Inigo has long since forgotten her name, but he remembers the meetings clearly in his mind, memories of better days. He was a mortal still, and crossed paths with the Tremere woman, although he had no idea what he was getting himself into. Forbidden knowledge, ancient power, all offered up in a package that would have tempted any sane, grounded being. And Inigo was hardly grounded or sane by that point in time, forbidden tomes and knowledge tended to have that effect on the merely mortal mind, no matter how potent or effective it might prove to be in such acts.

His madness and sheer drive for knowledge impressed the Vampiress, who quickly garnered the permission necessary to Embrace the mad scholar Inigo. He didn't see it coming, but the Embrace and binding with the Clan elders had a stabilizing effect on his mindset, but he was still unstable at best at times for a long while, as he grew more mature, so did his control over such madness, although it often remained as a cover for when dealing with other beings. Such madness sometimes took charge early on, and memories of his Sire both tutoring him, and restraining him, were frequent and intermixed at times.

The two eventually parted ways, once Inigo was stable, though the reason why now eludes the vampire scholar, who assumes there is a very real reason that he can't remember when he can recall other events with such clarity. While he resolved to figure it out one day, he had more pressing matters at hand as he advanced further in his clan standing, finding himself an information broker and seeker for the Camarilla, often times going well out of his way to accomplish this goal, developing his insane, round about manner of doing work, much to the aggravation of the less patient, some warrior clans came to mind here, but he did not seem to mind. He was thriving on such things in his unlife, and he gladly kept at it. But his own goals and plans were hardly forgotten, even if others would believe they were, and he has the means to seek them out now.

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Equipment: Colt M1911A1, Silver edged Sword cane, $222 Cash, Cellphone, notepad and pen
Aye, I'm in, sure as sure.
Alright, heres the CS

Vic smirked when the sandwich's arrived, giving Alistair the pay and a tip for running out that far, setting Lilin's sandwich to the side so she could take it when she was done dealing with the kid, whom he didn't believe a word out of, on general principal. Storm like this was the perfect excuse NOT to work, and she didn't look the type to be one of those hard working, studious types. But he chuckled at Alistair's comment, replying easy enough. "I noticed, makes me glad I beat the storm front here. Been knocking out some research, been getting damn near a hundred calls within an hour of that bombing, bastard Our Father's Fathers decided to dump a bunch of work on me. And to think we didn't have enough terrorists to be digging on without adding another to the pile, eh?" Alistair was welcome to hang out, obviously, but he needed to take Lilin her sandwich, since she was being a librarian right now.

Approaching the two, he caught the question about Operation Freedom. More terrorists, but an older, more known bunch. At least compared to Our Father's Fathers, who had literally just cropped up on the map, and historical tie ins to them being few and far in between. But he smirked, handing Lilin her sandwich as ordered while commenting. "Here's your food, Lilin. And Operation Freedom are a secretive bunch, not surprising for terrorists. But they haven't kept good and tidy trail of their past, not like this new group, eh?" He smirked, appearing all good natured and well mannered, but a devil could have a silver tongue and honeyed words but have nothing but business and analysis from every word someone said, and didn't say. After all, he did pick up some things from his devil blood, or so he joked when confronted on it every now and again.
Victor nodded, chuckling at the thought of half of Houston getting shocked if she let a sneeze loose. "Well, give me time to get clear of the backlash zone if you feel a sneeze coming on, yea?" Looking over the old paper articles that Lilin brought forward, he was starting to form a mental profile for these guys. Old roots, very, very secretive and well used to keeping what they want private, private, and leaving very little in the way of a trail behind. Problem with an organization, is that it always leaves a trail of some sort. No matter how small, miniscule, or disjointed, everything in the world leaves marks of where its been, where it is, and where it will be going. No matter how much effort is put into making that different, nothing is untraceable. One just needs the determination to do it.

Glancing at Lilin, and raised an eyebrow at her knowledge of Luminescence. "Perhaps you'd be willing to share over a couple sandwiches, if your hungry? Figure I know a place that might deliver in this mess, not too far from the library anyhow. I'll ring em one, see what they have to say." Said place happened to be Lotuswich Shoppe, a sandwich place right on the border of Elf Territory, and he had their number for when he was too swamped with work to go out and wait in line, or even leave his apartment or the library, for that matter. But he rung them up, and once they answered, he sounded off in a warm and friendly tone. "Evening Lily, its Vic, how's the weather treating you?" Once she had a chance to respond, he continued. "When a lull hits, could you send one of those 6in salami melts you make and, hey Lilin you want anything?" If she did, he would pass the order along, if not, well, he would wrap up. "When a lull hits, or not, your call, could you get that to the library? I'm working on something again, you can probably guess what."
Adrian shrugged when she mentioned not wanting to be a vampire, considering it was more and more clear it wasn't her choice, even if he had totally thought she was lying earlier. "Seems some things we can't control, might as well do what you can with it. People die every day, from mundane and not so mundane things. It can't really be helped, and if it wasn't me, some other poor sods would be dead, and you wouldn't be sitting here regretting it." She couldn't control her kin creatures, and hell, he didn't really choose to be a slayer because he woke up one day and went 'Hey, lets kill vampires today!'. No, that was a longer story he wasn't going to share unless really prompted about. And he had to hide that kind of pain, the Order didn't take kindly to weakness, or displays of weakness. It meant such things would happen in the face of vampires, and that would be death, in their minds, and failure, more importantly.

"Its the best I could have expected out of the circumstances. You have my thanks on it, should keep it mostly together." He watched her retie it with strips of her own clothing, commonplace battlefield tactic there, so it wasn't foreign to see. But he didn't expect her to do so, and he looked back at his rifle, cleaning out the bore of it, one of the bolts sitting by his side just in case. When she asked about the few days complicating things, he shrugged. "It probably will make things worse, but I'm too damn slow right now to make it anywhere on my own. We are better off at night, and things need to settle down a bit first. Both the bloodsuckers and Order hunters. Itchy trigger fingered morons..." She was eyeing his rifle, and that got a chuckle out of him, opening the break action up to clean the other half of the barrel. "Oddly designed, isn't she? Break action rifles ain't commonplace, I grant you that. Let alone ones that fire bolts, but thats the trick. They compensate, expecting a rifle shot, and get a crossbow bolt instead. Each round is designed to crystallize the vampire blood, lethal in the torso obviously." He casually explained the tool, having been needed to countless times, and saw it no more a weapon than a hammer or spade, just another tool to be used.
Adrian was quiet as Victoria explained the condition of his ankle. He sighed, just his luck really. Had to jump out of an airship that was getting swamped, shatters his ankle, and only lives thanks to the vampiress before him, who was collecting water for him to drink. Made one wonder what things would be like without that Vampire King running everything into the ground for the sake of revenge. He couldn't help but wonder if the Order would be the ones running things into the ground then, and he suspected they would be. Hate did drive people so. She put the options forward, before blaming herself for what happened to that airship and its crew, and he couldn't help but shake his head in disagreement. "You were shot in the leg, by me no less, and dragged onto that ship against your will. That was inviting tragedy, especially since it was obvious we were not the only ones on the hunt at the time. And that was just survival, I wasn't going to hold that room on my own, even if you helped. Jumping was the only option that gave me a snowball's chance in hell of surviving."

Victora offered to escort him to forest's edge, and he tested the weight on the splint, grimacing as he sat back down. No, he decided, that wasn't going to hold up, even using his rifle as a cane. "That isn't going to be feasible, it would probably be evening before I would drag myself back to that nearby town. And the Order is probably sweeping for survivors now, and I'd rather not get picked up just yet. I need to go back and, well, question their logic about opening fire like that. They couldn't know whether the ship was lost yet or not." He knew their tactics, scorched earth, but the loss of an airship was not something to take lightly. They were, after all, expensive as hell. But he stayed put on his rock, for now, he didn't want to risk putting too much work on his ankle, considering when he tried to stand, it nearly gave out with a splint. Yea, she was right, it was completely shattered. Hopefully it won't be a problem after a doctor gets a look at it. But he wasn't going anywhere right now, so he set his rifle on his lap, and started cleaning it, checking the parts to make sure it wasn't too damaged from the night's work.
Adrian shook his head, it was typical human behavior. The ship was lost, better destroyed than have vampires flying about on an unregistered, relatively unnoticeable ship. "Thanks, I suppose." He did nod in agreement, the sprain would probably have to wait until he was back in the land of civilized, human, people though, he didn't expect her to actually do much to help yet. Her comment got a nod in agreement, leaning on his rifle like a cane, taking the weight off his bad ankle at the moment. Her comment was true, but he did offer a counter argument. "Imagine a foe that is stronger, faster, and more durable than you, that your only advantage is technology. And now imagine they have one of your greatest advantages in that field, you'd sooner break it than allow them to have it, right?" It was cold arithmetic of war. Casualties of few, to save hte lives of many. Not that he liked it, such waste was not something that sat well with him, which was probably all too obvious.

Any other day of the week, had you told Adrian he would be relying on a sympathetic vampiress, that he wounded and helped capture, to half carry him to safety after being, in essence, boarded and shotdown on one of the nicer airships in the fleet, he would have gawked. But, here he was, metaphorical horse shot out from under him, a vampiress bringing his arm about her shoulders to support his weight and help carry him to safety. "I appreciate the concern ma'am, and agree with the sticking together. I'll know if Order goons are after us, signs you'd miss a mile wide, and I'm one of their better ones, whether they realized it or not." He wasn't comfortable being limped along like that, but he kinda had to suck it up and deal with it. The grove unnerved him, the utter lack of daylight would do that to a man. He returned the introduction in kind, inclining his head her way. "Adrian, Adrian Shieldworth, former Commenwealth Captain. I suppose at your service is also appropriate?" As she sat him down on the rock, he flinched a bit, holding his comments and pain inside as she checked his ankle. His ankle was shattered clean across the bone, not just sprained, and proved a key injury to take care of, and flinched a few times until she finished. "Thank you, I didn't expect you to help more than your stuck doing right now, honestly." Might as well be civil, since they were going to be here for awhile, and so was he.
Adrian groaned, watching the vampiress rip the hostile one off of him, draining it and tossing it aside, hard, scattering it against the rocks. Another one arrived and got killed, and he forced himself onto his feet, limping clearly but shouldering his rifle, and his prayers were answered when it fired, killing a third vampire that was charging the friendly vampiress from behind, and grimaced. "Probably sprained ankle, battered and jarred to all hell, but I can run and live. Running might be necessary, considering you said this area is just swamped with the hostile vampires. Maybe if we keep up with the airship..." Several booming noises cut him off, and slammed into the ship, igniting it and sending it crashing into the ground. The flames and noise would probably attract attention, and he sighed, glancing at the vampiress. "Alright, that was bad. Order fired from an aerial gunship, and are on the hunt now. And they won't be friendly, I had hoped the Grandmaster wouldn't resort to such actions..." He shouldered his rifle, looking around the two of them.

"Know anywhere we can lay low within running distance of dawn? I ain't precisely from this neck of the woods." Pragmatism and survival took over right now, literally stuck on the ground, with large amounts of angry vampires and only one remotely sympathetic one with him right now, and he himself wasn't looking too hot, to put it mildly. He managed to keep his hat, somehow, and he readjusted it, scanning their surroundings. It was quiet, for the moment, since the hostile creatures had probably gone to swamp the shot down ship, and might be going to ground before dawn, or the gunship's teeth, found the lot of them and incinerated them. She probably realized how dangerous this was right now, and this was her game on the ground, as much as he hated to admit it, and said as much. "Way I see it, we both have large, powerful enemies. I don't like your kind, even if you were forced, and you'd rather not be dealing with any of this at all. But I figure that, well..." He swallowed hard and continued, not sure what prompted him to extend the offer. "We should probably stick together right now, with the vamps kicked like a riled up beehive and the Order out for blood now. I figure, a few days, things calm down, I can get back their way, and we can find you someplace that is quiet and has your preferred feed. If things work out in that ways favor. I don't think they will, though." He sighed, giving her the chance to choose here, she got drug into this unwillingly, after all.
Well, Victor will work with just about anyone, on whatever job. He doesn't hire very often, but circumstance could make it interesting. And Bossman is fine, even if I'm only second in command xD
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