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| − | '''"The oldest and strongest emotion is fear. And the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown." -Lovecraft'''
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| − | '''Backstory:''' I am originally from Old London. My twin sister and Sire was everything to me and we were happy for a long period. The Sabbat and our pack was doing well, although both of us were embraced and were mentored in the time before the Sects existed. She was so determined and fanatical about the Sabbat and I was not so much, although I loved her and supported her decisions and respected her as my Sire. Then came the fateful night where she was betrayed by her own. I knew and tried to warn her but she assured me that the Vinculum was strong and not to worry. They came for her and she met final death. I fled. I spent many long nights thinking about it and increasing my hatred. Not a night goes by that I do not miss her. When I left and went into hiding, I was not long after informed that I was considered an enemy of our clan. Understand, I did not want this, I only wanted to get away from those who hurt my sister and not give them a chance to kill me as well. Now, I bide my time. Growing stronger as time goes by.
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