Sargon

Meet me in the alleyway minute to midnight don't be late. Meet me in the alleyway better come runnin' the spirits won't wait. -Meet me in the Alleyway by Steve Earle

Sargon

Mortal ID: Dominic Sargent Apparent Age: 30s Occupation: Odd jobs Sphere: Vampire Class: Thaumaturgist Demeanor: Jester Flaws of Note: Deranged - Thaumaturgical Glossolalia Plot Hooks ♦ The Intelligence Community: The mortal code named Sargon was a Company man (aka CIA agent) up until the turn of the millennium. At the dawn of the year 2000, the operation that he was running went south in a hurry, and he wound up on the short end of the stick. Burned. Then he disappeared off the face of the earth for over a decade. Now? He's damaged goods - a burned operative that's been cut loose and only just recently turned up right here in his home town of Prospect, CA. Maybe you knew him from way back back in the day?'' ♦ The Occult: His assignment for the Company was to infiltrate and destroy millennialist doomsday cults, both foreign and domestic. As such, he's run in various occult circles and is not unfamiliar with the broader occult community at large. Perhaps your path crossed with his while he was on an assignment? A World of Darkness "All civilized societies have laws and lawmakers. The fact that ours is made up of undead hematophages makes no difference..." "Every civilized society ALSO has those that would drag it all down into Hell in a handbasket. No real big surprise there, as idle hands are the devil's workshop..." "Then there are always those that just don't know any better, the rebels without a cause. Imagine, an eternity stuck as an immature anti-establishmentarian..." "And finally, you have the ones who pretend that you don't have to take a side, that somehow you can remain above the fray. Well, the two things one usually finds in the middle of the road are yellow stripes and roadkill..." "I was one, once. If I only knew then, what I know now, would I have done things any differently? My strings were being pulled at and played with even back then..." "By THESE guys, no less. The esteemed cabal of House Thig bani Hermes that I ran with made many promises, none of which were kept..." "I've heard the rumors, and read the existing research but have yet to meet one up close and personal. I'd like to keep it that way..." "Dead men tell no tales. I guess that's what keeps the Necromancers awash in favors and cash..." CONTACTS ASSETS ♦ Saoirse When you walked into the room just then It's like the sun came out ♦ Cedric, Marcos Emergency call this is our code red Put your hands up high put them in the air You know what we do and we do it well In a world full of lies we live to tell ♦ Jax, Brice, Madeline I woke up, I was stuck in a dream You were there, you were tearing up everything And we all know how to fake it baby And we all know what we've done We must be killers ♦ Faqirah We became violence when we were young and our light We can't last through the fire Let things burn to survive Let things burn to survive We are damaged, take control ♦ Zuri And you keep telling me, Telling me that you'll be sweet, And you'll never want to leave my side, As long as I don't break these... Promises, and they still feel all so wasted on myself MARKS ♦ NAME "Neque porro quisquam est qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit." Gallery