Dion

[i][font=Courier New][color=#FF0000][b]Character's Name:[/color][/font][/b] Dion Chronis
[i][font=Courier New][color=#FF0000][b]Character's Embrace Age & Total Age:[/color][b][/font][b][/b] 27, 721
[i][font=Courier New][color=#FF0000][b]Character's Generation:[/color][b][/font][b][/b] 6th
[i][font=Courier New][color=#FF0000][b]Character's Clan & Sect:[/color][b][/font][b][/b] True Brujah (The Guardians), Tal'Mahe'Ra.
[i][font=Courier New][color=#FF0000][b]Starting Traits & Features:[/color][b][/font][b][/b]

[Extra Disciplines]
Thaumaturgy 3 (Paths: Path of Focused Mind) (Rituals: Bind the Accusing Tongue)

[Merits]
Enchanting Voice (2pt)
Grand Library (4pt): Occult, Demonology, Medicine, Science, Technology, Computer
Berserker (3pt)
Huge Size (4pt)
Lucky (3pt)
Good Right Hook (1pt)
Natural Aptitude (3pt): Occult

[Flaws]
Obsession (1pt): Relics & Lore
Kiss of Death (2pt)
Dark Secret (1pt): Clan
Enemy (2pt): Drug dealer
Cursed (1pt)
[i][font=Courier New][color=#FF0000][b]Character's Background Story:[/color][b][/font][b][/b]

[These are excerpts from Dion's diary that have been translated]

Dear dairy,
It is with a heavy heart that I write this entry. I never thought that my studies in science would lead me to become a soldier in the Greek army, but the call to serve my country was too strong to ignore. As a scientist, I was tasked with creating new weapons and tools that would give our army an advantage in battle. With my knowledge of physics and mechanics, I was able to design powerful machines and weapons that could crush the enemy with ease. However, as the war progressed, I began to see the devastating effects of my creations. The weapons I had designed were destroying cities and killing innocent civilians, and I realized that my knowledge was being used for destruction instead of creation. I tried to convince the generals to use my knowledge for peaceful purposes, but they refused to listen, citing the importance of victory in war. I felt trapped, torn between my duty to my country and my desire to use my knowledge for the greater good. As the war drew to a close, I knew that I could no longer continue to work for the army. I left the army camp and returned to my laboratory, determined to use my knowledge to make a positive impact on the world. Over the years, I dedicated myself to developing new technologies that could benefit humanity. I designed machines that could make life easier for farmers and tools that could help doctors diagnose and treat diseases more effectively. It wasn't long until my inventions became popular to the point where they have caught the attention of not only the authorities, but a particular woman. I first met her at a demonstration of my latest invention, standing like a beacon among the crowd. It was an automaton that could perform simple tasks without human intervention. She was professionally dressed, her hair was slick and something about her exuded radiance of majesty. The way she watched my demonstration with an intensity that made me uneasy. After the demonstration, she approached me and asked to see the inner workings of the automaton. I was hesitant at first, but something about her personality won me over, and I agreed to show her. As I opened the casing of the automaton, she leaned in close, studying the intricate gears and mechanisms with a keen eye. She asked me questions that showed a deep understanding of mechanics and engineering, which made me surprised by her knowledge. As we talked more, I found myself becoming more and more drawn to her. She was enigmatic and mysterious, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye. Over the next few weeks, she visited me often, always asking to see my latest inventions and offering suggestions and insights that proved invaluable. I found myself falling under her spell, and I knew that I was in danger of becoming too enamored with her. One night, she invited me to a gathering of like-minded individuals, yet all I found upon my arrival was an empty library filled with books. It wasn't long until the only few candles that lit the place went dark. The next thing I remember was seeing myself rising from the ground with unnatural hunger as if I had no control over my body, it was no other than lust the for blood that driven me crazy that night. I can briefly remember how I heard the cries of a blindfolded and mouth-taped citizen who was begging for help, I wasn't sure how or why, but the next thing I remember was seeing myself covered in blood with metallic taste in my mouth as dismembered parts of his body were rolling on the ground. It was then that the woman revealed her true nature. She was not just a brilliant engineer, but Vampire with powers beyond my understanding. She invited me to join her research and become her disciple, promising to teach me the ways of the world and to help me achieve heights of knowledge and power that I had never dreamed of. Little I knew I had no other option as she was my sire.

Throughout the years my field of interest has expanded as I began to truly understand how the world works. It was not only science and technology that consumed my time - but also the mysteries of the past. Over the years with the help of Zoe, we have amassed a library of great knowledge. Our collection included rare grimoires, ancient tomes, and forbidden texts, all of which have given me a glimpse into hidden realms of magic and mysticism. One night, as I was pouring over a particularly rare tome, I heard a strange noise coming from the other room. As I got up to investigate, I found myself face to face with a darkly clad stranger. He introduced himself as a local Cainite and stated he was on a search after the specific book that he believed I had in my possession. Despite my protestations, he maintained that the book belonged to his sire, who now held a position of great power in the Camarilla. The same sire who rejected him and embarrassed him in front of the Pyramid. He avoided discussing the embarrassing and potentially harmful information. Regardless, he mentioned that he had been searching for that certain blood magic book for several years with no luck. But now when the book is finally out of the reach of his sire he is open to negotiating. Unfortunately the book proved unusable to Zoe and me due to it being written in an unfamiliar language and potentially being traceable. Therefore, I agreed to the trade and entered into negotiations. The man demonstrated a significant attachment to the tome, which I leveraged to my advantage. Following several hours of negotiations, I successfully persuaded the individual to exchange the book for fundamental tutoring in blood magic.

Like a moth to a flame, I find myself increasingly drawn to a small town that has captured my attention for the past year. Reports confirm that the level of supernatural activity in the area is unusually high, yet I cannot help but feel that there is more to the situation than meets the eye. I suspect that a powerful curse or spell may be at work behind the scenes. Whatever the cause, it presents an intriguing opportunity to obtain something of greater significance. These thoughts fill the pages of my diary as I contemplate my next steps.