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Voivode Eszter Czarni
"It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake."
Frederick Douglas
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| Full Name:
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Eszter Czarni
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| Date of Birth:
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December 23rd, 186 BC
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| Apparent Age:
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18
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| Occupation:
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Landless Voivode
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| Demeanor:
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Autocrat
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| True Age:
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2200 (Including Much Torpor)
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| Clan:
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Old Clan Tzimisce
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| Sire:
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Tunder Eszes (Deceased)
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| Childer:
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Numerous
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| Sect:
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Independent
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♦ Ancient: This Vampire is roughly seven hundred years older then the Sects. She fondly remembers the Kind huddling around their fires, fearing the monsters that would swoop down in the night. She remembers blood sacrifices and tribes. She remembers Rome. However, she has spent numerous centuries in Torpor, peppered throughout her existence. Entire swaths of Cainite and Kine history is missing in her mind, and she finds many of the changes startling and tragic.
♦ Tzimisce: She is not plagued with the festering discipline of flesh-crafting. She finds the New Clan of the Tzimisce to be a pathetic sub-race of the original Kings and Queens of Eastern Europe. She can deal with them if she must, as she is all about politeness, but she sees them as degenerates. She, instead, practices the ancient arts of Fire, Water, Wind, Earth and Soul. She is a Koldunic Sorcerer.
♦ Nothing: Eszter once had a vast Voivode, featuring dozens of villages, and numerous Cainites and Kine under her thrall. Now she has nothing. The passing years of the Long Night are cruel, and they are happy to make kings of paupers, and paupers of kings. She currently lives in an abandoned warehouse on the waterfront of Prospect, as she seeks to rebuild some tiny fraction of what she once had. Even a treacherous Childe has stolen almost all of her power through an insidious ritual. She's as weak as a kitten...and fucking furious.
♦ Anachronism: She's been awake for a little under twenty years, and she's gotten current fashion down to a point. However, most technology disturbs her, and she does not trust it. She will not scream that a computer is witchcraft, as she isn't a loon, but she doesn't understand...and she hates what she does not understand. To Hell with firearms and cellphones, give her a trustworthy messenger bird and a strong steel sword.
Contacts
Cainites
Kine and Others
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