Difference between revisions of "Sargon"

Mortal ID:	Dominic Sargent
Apparent Age:	30s
Occupation:	Odd jobs
Sphere:	Vampire
Class:	Thaumaturgist
Demeanor:	Jester
Flaws of Note:	Deranged - Thaumaturgical Glossolalia
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Revision as of 16:10, 13 September 2015

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

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? His own magic seems to be a synthesis of Hermetic style ritual and shamanic practices housed in a techno-science chassis. Eclectic much?!

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..."