Vincent's Backstory

I suppose I should explain a bit about who I am, it's not much of a story but everyone asks anyway. I walk about mainly, traveling. All over the place, but mainly around the west coast. My studies are mostly concerned with Kindred origin. Caine and other bible stories like that. Another intrepid scholar trying to find the truth on whether or not he even exists, among other questions.

On the subject of origins, my own is a bit muddled itself. From what I remember... well, nothing. Everything's lights out before I got Embraced, I suspect there was some tampering on behalf of my Sire to do with that - whoever he is. But once I came into our dark world, I found myself on a posh couch in a penthouse apartment. The door out opened up as soon as I regained my bearings and in walked his majesty the Prince and a whole gaggle of his cohorts. I can assure you it was quite the tense situation being held at gunpoint from eight different directions, everyone yelling Gangrel-trash, and no idea why or who was doing it.

After things were settled down and I was unceremoniously restrained despite not doing anything, many interrogations a couple of dominations later it was confirmed that I was telling the truth. I'd no idea who I was, what they were, or what I was doing there. From their hypothesizing, my sire, who was a Gangrel, apparently dumped me off as a show of... defiance, so to say. He effectively showed the Prince how worthless his security systems were when he could not only break in himself, but drag in some unlucky mortal and Embrace him right on his carpet as well.

I'll tell you now, the first day of my Embrace was the closest I've ever been to being ashed. The Prince wanted my head on a pike out of anger, but thankfully, out of the kindness of his heart - ah, who am I kidding. He was interested in my Disciplines, and how odd they were compared to normal Gangrels. So he stuck me under the strictest of watch and showed me the ways of the Masquerade. I'm well aware that he sees me as a ticking bomb that could go off at any time, if my sire ever put one inside me. There's no way to tell, but it'd be foolish not to take advantage of my state at the time.

For now, I've finally gained the permission to leave his immediate area of influence and head off to research things of my own accord. I'm certain he has agents constantly watching my every move, even this conversation we're having. Can't let me go around unmonitored and all. Eventually, I'm sure he'll grow bored of me and tie this loose end up. Right now my only hope is to find the blasted Gangrel lunatic that sired me and execute him before the boss himself, to show my devotion and all that.

The big man himself summoned me back into town to take care of some business of his. Hopefully I can find some answers on my Sire before I finish the job and the Prince decides it'd be best if I don't leave again, eh?