The Eternal Night

The Khepri

{{The Caste of Khepri was less known then other Castes as their numbers remained small and their home remained a mystery. One would need a Supernatural Lore of 5 to know of this family or have had direct contact with them at one point in their history to know anything about them.}}

{{Note: If you have little understanding of this type of Roleplay, start out with a beginning character in one of the three aforementioned clans. Once you have grasped the concepts, then seek those like this one to be ushered in.ST Approval MUST be gained to play a character of this Bloodline.}}

The Background story

Zesiro was one of the many on the forefront of the battles, here she attuned herself as a fine warrior, where she served her superiors well. Born to fight and train from the Caste leader's seed, she continued with passion and fever to do what was called for her to do, fight and protect. At times she was proud, but knew her place. She fought and died valiantly with her comrades, battle in arms fighting the enemies.

Zesiro passed in The First Baali war which ravaged through the lands. As the Baali saw the Khepri caste as a threat, they sought out these Assamite infiltrators and began to eliminate them one by one. Zesiro fell in a battle with the Baali infiltrator. It would be millennia before they would emerge again....

Up To Gehenna, 2004...

Born in the heat and rain of May, my mother was a simple French woman who was the heir to a wine distillery. She had given birth to me while father was out making a living on the Ocean as a Fisher. He loved the life of the seas. Mother fell in love with him the night she went to the beach on a Spanish resort. There they fell in love and nine months later I, Jozephine came into their world.

They must have wanted a boy, because they named me Jozephine, though mama could not have anymore children after me. But she was happy having her little girl. In the year I was born and growing up, she decided to continue on with her family business while I as I grew up found other things to do besides work in the winery.

Spending most of my time in the local village near Marseille, France. From there I grew up learning English at the school, such a prim and proper school too. Though my father taught me Spanish, and French is from my mother. I grew up with a wild life, stealing and such, but for being who I was, I had a odd gift or curse of telling what would happen, that cost me being miss popularity. Though by the time I grew older it became a profession and the student of Benjamin. He was a man of mystery, taking me on as a private student, where I ended up in his world, one I had no idea what until it was to late. Becoming his ghoul, Ben taught me the finer things in life, how to be a better thief, a woman of classical sense than that of a brute like most had fallen into in his family. He then taught me what I should know and brought me into his life and the world with the Foreign Legion and such. All over the Continent I learned my ways and of him. He found it to be easier to teach me hands on, how to use the swords, find my area of expertise. There he showed me ways of the Brujah, and ways that took brains more than brawn. Until I learn respect and trust he did not embrace me until he saw fit. Before I knew it, he killed me and brought me over to the dark side I would say.

By the time I turned 21, I had become one the better jewel thieves in Europe, one that was hired to initially break in and test the securities in an establishment, only I got paid for it or given a proper payment in return equaling the value of the items stolen. Also in that year, my life had changed. From then on that is where my real adventure began. Traveling the world in legions as a spy and a messenger, but the real test was learning quietly of who I was, a kindred among humans. Something they never learned about.

Walking the nights with my sire, we both have been enjoying our times. But one fateful night we were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sitting quietly dining out, really just plain enjoying the evening in a private café of his with a few other members of our society, there it happened. The Whole world came crashing down when we got attacked. The windows came crashing in, beasts came spilling in and attacking us all unexpectedly. We fought as much as we could but it was futile. Out brethern lost their lives along with most of us severely injured. Those that could escaped, escaped barely with anything in tact. I had been attacked and permanently disfigured with scars of that day. It had happened in the year of 1949. My sire lost his arm and a mass amount of blood. His lover lost her life, others died and a few others along with I had been saved. I had been scarred mentally and physically. To this day I have nightmares about that night.

But as life continues on we also must continue on. The nights I grow stronger and my sire sees that I should grow knowing other ways in life. He has become more reclusive as the days past and as per request he asked me to come to visit a old friend of his to live with and have him mentor me, while he tended to his own doing. He on the other hand has decided to go into Torpor. His where abouts are unknown, but only to his retainer and I, where his retainer will tend to him for as long as needed and I will go on. With then my nights were taught to better maintain myself and garner control. I have found to be more reserved and quiet as the nights go past, learning ways of my mentor and becoming a keeper to the prince in New York, He a Tremere had ran the city in his own ways, unfortunately I fell to the thrall of his hand and became his lover. Until he had me forced to kill a elder of my clan for his punishment. Knowing it was wrong, but to defy my prince and love, I could not and ended up becoming a elder myself. Then I forced a bond to break, leaving the city under restraint with Jacques. The farther I got away, I had to succumb to the beast to fight the resistance. But later and after time it had worn off. A couple years later I ended up in New Orleans. Traveling and keeping to my self, Letting Jacques and I go separate ways.

My years on American soil was not long and being new to some of the ways here, I prefer being on European soil. But I will find my way and currently finding new friends and allies along the way.

Gehenna, 2004....

It was in New Orleans where she had been meditating calming effects after a bout of taunting in a bar because of her looks. Joey had taken off back to her sanctuary to calm herself before the beast wanted to lash out and pummel things in her way.

She knew her Brujah blood was in her, she could feel the anger well inside of her, but she closed her eyes and sat there on her heels taking meditative breaths. In those quiet moments, it seemed like flashes hitting her senses, she kept seeing images hit her mind as she fell to her hands, the onslaught of the images jarred her hard enough to where she thought she was having another nightmare. But in turn she was having flashbacks of a past she did not know. A soul inside of her that was waking up, Zesiro’s knowledge was coming back to her and she did not know what to make of it as she fell there in a fit, fighting with her mind of the information swelling through her. Over the past few nights rest, she would have to figure out what has happened.

Nickname: Passion’s Fury

Sect: Independent, with taking Camarilla sides through history

Appearance: Permanent fangs always grace the mouths of the Bastet. Though for those who are tough and easy to fall into the clutches of the beast, they tend to be aggressive and strong-willed. Though particularly they are mostly laid back and well relaxed at times, easy to conform to the society they are in. Many times and ways, you can find most just hanging out with the locals or off tending to their own thing they find a high interest for.

Havens: Havens of the Bastaet tend to be a multitude of styles, it varies on person to person, some live out simple lives as other live out complex styles. Taking pride in what they do and how they live, some of the Bastet have eccentric and reflective lifestyles that match their personalities. Humble and at times private in their living, they are almost always welcoming to others in a time of need for sanctuary and protection. They will go to no end to protect those that they make a promise to and to those who find they way to their doorstep. But be wary, you cross one of them and they won’t hesitate to take you out shall you betray and try to kill them. Protection and defending is one of their traits.

Background: The Kindred of this Bloodline tend to be loners at heart and ferocious survivors when it comes to combat, yet surprisingly soft spoken and firm in their ways; especially in the defense of their haven and immediate childer: sometimes being classified as territorial in nature. They are true to what they believe and they have a strong inner will to enforce it within them. They have their own Code of Honor, though few find it honorable at times: and they do not break their word once given, unless the word is broken by the other party. Their code makes them fulfill their obligations fully and without remorse for the things they do to achieve what is necessary, at least not openly anyway. The Bastet also look for strong mates, those that will protect and prove themselves time and time again, for both genders. They look to one another as friends, allies, lovers, and mentors. TO learn their ways, you would have to prove yourself to them.

Character Creation: These Kindred favor Attributes in the following, but not always: Physical, Mental, then Social. Knowledges and Skills are favored equally, but normally they seek knowledge in the areas of clan and area/city knowledges as well as fighting skills the most. ((put in their nature and demeanor, generally one is judge or survivor )) Their nature is usually a Survivor and their demeanor will protective and proud, especially for the males..

Clan Disciplines: Potence, Quietus, Blood Sorcery**

{{**Blood Sorcery includes all Tremere Thaumaturgy and all Assamite Sorcery, since they are virtually the same.}}

Weaknesses: The Bastaet have a weakness to succumbing to their frenzy, easy to fall into the throws of the beast with provoked, taunted or humiliated beyond control. When in that situation, its easy for another to become their prey and it turns into a heavy reality of cat and mouse. Normally the mouse never gets away. They also have the Assamite weakness of Easily addicted to vitae, and are Addicted to Caliph. They also have Permanent Fangs.

Strengths: These Bloodlines all have the merits "Indomitable Soul" and "Blessed". They also have the Discipline "Blood Sorcery" since the progenitor's soul was reborn and has regained or retained the knowledge.

Organization: The Bastet have a loose fitted style, informal and normally they take care of their problems in a match of both parties, both agree on the bout and what the rules are. If it can not be straightened out then the elder of the bloodline will mediate and take care of the situation with her or his thoughts of what they should do. When they meet its casual and laid back, a form of a informal meeting, almost like a gathering of friends.

Gaining Clan Prestige: The clan looks to how well one has come in their embrace or battles. Its like how many notches and experience you have, the more you gain the prestige is there, a ranking system of alpha. Some find their way up there by respect and hard earned trials and tribulations. Its not freely given, something that is not taken for granted either. It may be hard knocked and the Bastet may be finicky in their ways, but its well earned to have a prestige and the respect of others.

Bloodlines: There are no other bloodlines that this line has sired. As this is a new bloodline, it is small and well grouped together.

Quote: "To dare to live alone is the rarest courage; since there are many who had rather meet their bitterest enemy in the field, than their own hearts in their closet." Charles Caleb Colton

"Play a vampire, a unique character, not a " clan clone. "

Note: This is a work in progress.