| Name:
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Dominic "Sargon" Sargent
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| Race:
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Vampire
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| Faction:
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Camarilla
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| Clan:
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Tremere
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| Apparent Age:
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Thirtysomething
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| Height:
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6'
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| Weight:
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180 lbs
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| Citizenship:
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American
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| Occupation:
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Odd Jobs
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| Date of Birth:
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May 1
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Among the kine...
- The Intelligence Community
- The man whose code name was Sargon was a "Company" man (aka CIA agent), up until the turn of the millenium. At the dawn of the year 2000, an operation that he was running went south in a hurry, and he wound up on the short end of the stick. Then he disappared off the face of the map. Now? He's damaged goods - a burned operative that's been cut loose and only just recently turned up right here in Prospect, CA. Maybe you knew him from way back back in the day?
- His assignment for the Company was to infiltrate and destroy millennial 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 paths have crossed while he was on assignment?
Among the Kindred...
- Tolerable, as far as Tremere go. Always a polite smile and a helpful word. A lack of any overtly agravated ego and arrogance leaves the man a bit of a cipher to those that know of his Clan, however. Damned if he does, damned if he doesn't.
- A recruit taken from the Modern nights, with a specific purpose that is known only to those at the apex of the Pyramid. He's got some obviously useful skills and resources, but what is it about him that makes him any different than any of the other recruits? no one is telling ...
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"All civilized societies have laws and lawmakers. Ours is no different..."
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"Every civilized society ALSO has those that would drag it all down into Hell in a handbasket. Our society is no different..."
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"Then there are always those that just don't know any better, the rebels without a cause. Again, our society is no different..."
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"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..."
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"I was one, once. My strings were being pulled at and played even back then..."
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"By THESE guys, no less. The esteemed Order of Hermes made many promises, none of which were kept..."
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"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..."
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"Dead men tell no tales. I guess that's what keeps the Necromancers awash in favors and cash..."
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