Jaeger

Celtic Mercenary

Description:

Sire: Vargyr
Brood:
Childer:

REQUIEM FOR

ROME

NAME

Jaeger

PLAYER

Greg

CLAN

Gangrel

WING

**

VIRTUE

Fortitude

VICE

Lust

ATTRIBUTES

POWER INTELLIGENCE oo STRENGTH ooo PRESENCE oo
FINESSE WITS ooo DEXTERITY ooo MANIPULATION o
RESISTANCE RESOLVE oo STAMINA ooo COMPOSURE ooo

SKILLS

MENTAL PHYSICAL SOCIAL
ACADEMICS - ARCHERY - ANIMAL KEN -
CRAFTS oo ATHLETICS oo EMPATHY -
INVESTIGATION - BRAWL ooo EXPRESSION o
MEDICINE oo LARCENY - INTIMIDATION oo
OCCULT ooo RIDE - PERSUASION oo
POLITICS - STEALTH oo SOCIALIZE -
RELIGION - SURVIVAL o STREETWISE o
WARFARE o WEAPONRY ooo SUBTERFUGE -
SPECIALTIES
Crafts – Smithing
Survival – Shelter
Weaponry – Sword
Persuasion – Seduction

ADVANTAGES

MERIT DISCIPLINE
Armoured Fighting oo Protean ooo
Iron Stamina oo Fortitude oo
Fast Reflexes oo Vigor oo
Fighting Style: Pit Fighting ooo
Quick Draw (Melee)
Direction Sense
Language (Germanic) o
Language (Gaelic) o
HEALTH WILLPOWER BLOOD POTENCY
oooooooo ooooo o
HUMANITY
ooooo
SIZE 5 DEFENSE 3 INITIATIVE MOD 7
INTEGRITY 3 ARMOUR 3/2 SPEED 11
EXPERIENCE -

EQUIPMENT

Sword 3L
Chain and Leather Armour 2/1
Knife 1L
Whetstone
Bio:

Aedan was born to a Celtic tribe in northern Gaul, near the coast of the channel. His father was the blacksmith, and Aedan, as was the way, was raised to follow in his father’s footsteps. Because of this, he grew up strong, learning the craft of shaping metal, and how to wield weapons, understanding his craft.
Although Aedan, seemed to have a good life to look forward to, upon reaching maturity, he was allowed to join the tribe in battle, finding glory and wealth, he would have a place of importance among the tribe as their smith, which would have enabled him to have practically his pick for a wife, there was something within him that yearned for more.
Maybe it was the sight of the birds flying over the coast, or seeing the land of Briton across the sea on a clear day, but Aedan knew he didn’t want to spend his life here forever. As he would find out, Aedan was not the only young man of the tribe who felt that way, finding a group of seven others who also wanted to see more of the world.
Together, Aedan and his group readied their supplies, Aedan even taking the sword his father had crafted especially for him upon becoming a man of the tribe, and in the dead of night, they departed.
Over the next years, Aedan saw many battles, joining armies as a mercenary or for the sake of loot and glory, he also saw more struggles than he had expected when he dreamt of leaving his tribe, often turning to banditry with whichever war band he was working with at the time, his tribesmen having died long ago.
That battle stayed with him, it was the first time he considered returning home. He and his band had been travelling for nearly 2 summers. By this time they had entered Germania, joining an army as mercenaries. During the battle, they encountered raging men with axes, cleaving through warriors; their own wounds didn’t seem to faze them. Aedan and his fellows fought to this challenge. It did not end well. Although they fought well, striking blows that would have killed lesser men, their opponents powered through, cutting them down, leaving them all dead, except for Aedan, who was left unconscious and wounded, appearing to be dead. After the battle, Aedan awoke, being patched up among other wounded survivors. Luckily, the army he had fought for had won. He found that the blow which would have surely killed him had been lessened by his armour, leaving him unconscious but alive, unlike his friends, who had refused. During his time recovering, he considered leaving for his home, his friends all being dead and feared that that was how he would die, unknown and forgotten on a battlefield. After some focusing and meditation, looking to the gods for guidance, Aedan decided that he would continue his life as a warrior and mercenary, anything less would be a dishonour to his friends.
It was after a number of winters that Aedan found himself in the army of Medhlan, having heard stories of a warrior of the Gods, named Vargyr, who was gathering an army to sack Rome. Needless to say, he was eager to be a part of that, Rome was sure to have plenty of wealth. Not to mention seeing the ‘man’ known as Vargyr made him think that the Gods must really want Rome to be sacked.
During the battle, Aedan finally met his end. One of his opponents struck a weak point in his armour, leaving him bleeding out, but Aedan cut them down and continued on, not realising how wounded he was until he slowed and was cut down by an axe to his chest.
It seemed that Aedan’s fear had come to pass, as he passed into death. The next thing he could remember was the taste of something delicious and clawing his way out of the dirt, to find a giant of a man stood before him, looking impressed, part of him knew he knew the name, but all he could think, was ‘Master.’ He felt others like him; he was drawn to them, like a pack. He saw one, and knew to submit to him, he was Alpha. Much of that time is something of a blur, but he remembers feeding on the blood of humans, fighting with the pack and serving the master. Until the time the Alpha led them after the woman who was like Master. They hunted her, chasing her down, until the Master stopped them, who went so far as to beat the Alpha down with his shield, then used it to decapitate him. The lesson was pretty clear; she was not to be attacked. The pack turned upon each other, snapping and striking at each other, vying for dominance, until Aedan emerged victorious and new Alpha. He led his pack in hunting and killing, serving the Master, until they found the men like Master. There were three of them, in armour, wearing red, but the one in the middle made them run, Master too. When they recovered, they chased after them; they could sense them, the master sending the pack at the two armoured ones, while the Master took off after the one who became a wolf. Though they fought well, the armoured ones fell, dragged down by sheer numbers, Aedan cutting one of them down himself. But his opponent had not been easy, Aedan was heavily wounded, and needed more blood, setting down to feed upon his fallen foe, but there was so little left, desperate, Aedan kept trying to drink, feeling something else being drawn out. It was when he finished, that he felt his mind rush back, along with those of the one he had consumed. He felt himself change, become more than the creature he had been, strength and power flowed through him, his flesh felt stronger, but his pack looked at him differently, like they didn’t know him, until instinct drove them to attack him and he to attack them, they were not pack anymore, he had become a superior predator, but there were over one hundred of them. Seeing that he would soon be dragged down, some instinct drove Aedan to snarl at them as he struck one, driving them back, then he ran. Hiding in a cave, Aedan tried to understand what he was, he had been dead, he was sure, but now he was something else. His memories coming back, after his time as an animalistic creature, along with those of the roman he had devoured. Then he saw Vargyr enter the cave, approaching him peacefully, until their eyes met, and Vargyr went wild, striking at Aedan, panicking Aedan felt the need to escape, but with no way out, save going through Vargyr, Aedan searched for something, then felt it, as he sunk into the ground, finding sanctuary. What will the next night bring for Aedan and will his luck continue to hold out?

Jaeger

Vitae et Mortem GregoryHaynes