Zaahir Assad

Zaahir Assad born in Baghdad, Ottoman Empire. His family was poor but they saved up to bribe some of the jannisaries in order to get Zhaair accepted into training.

Was sent to Enderun to train at the school. Showed aptitude in military tactics. He spent the next decade of his life training and then coming a janissary.

Zaahir trained and felt much companionship with the other students. At times he missed his mother, father, and two sisters. He never say them again though and was discouraged to write.

Was given orders along with overs to reinforce Baghdad. Zaahir stayed out of politics but was devastated when, despite his best efforts, the persians took the city. Zaahir fled into the catacombs.

PC Name, Augustus Gaius Baddacelli

Venice (1418-1449) Augustus is born and raised as a mortal on a pig farm outside the city. The land being farmed belongs to an Invictus noble, and Augustus' talents for producing high quality and quantity goods earns him some measure of interest. This eventually leads to ghouling, and finally the embrace in 1452. He then moves to the city proper for the next several years learning the ins and outs of kindred society, and managing several of the lords farms. I do not have anything in mind except an "ordinary" upbringing both in the mundane world and in kindred society.

Florence 1460-1523 After being released as a Kindred in his own right Augustus moves to Florence and looks to make his mark in the invictus. He make a number of close ties with a Dynastic house, House Quin (other PC's who as far as I know are getting their stuff in now as well). His rise to ancilla status is marked both by his determination and his temper, though he never does anything way outside the lines of the traditions, he is not always on the right side of proper manners. Overtime it looked as if he would become part of House Quin, but he was turned down membership flat in 1523, after which he left the city.

First saw Cartwright in Santa Fe back in 1880. The miasma of slow churning nightmares lifted in an instant when you felt the square knob of wood slink out. You remember his smile more than anything: broad, appealing. He had an air of command like most Lords. He did not look like a gentleman from New York, but not a prospecter either. You would have pegged him as a gambler.

"You're awake. Good. You're accustomed to the art of violence. I'm accustomed to not collecting Life boons owed to me. I would be passing obliged if Sir painted me a picture of fools vanquished and order restored. You will be my paintbrush. Come, Moor. The railroad is in town and I intend to take it."

Over the next five years, you were Cartwright's hound while he made passing war with a corrupt Mekhet who had come in on the railroad to claim Praxis in the town. There were many strange episodes out west, punctuated by long periods of doing nothing but feeding on prospectors and engaging yourself in your accustomed manner. Cartwright read the classics. He was also intrigued by scientific instruments.

It was during this time that Nil met Zaahir Assad. Nil went to investigate a haunted system of caves outside of town. "No one who enters ever returns," whispered local miners. Instead of whatever fanciful tales the miners invented, Nil found a fellow Kindred, the Nosferatu Zaahir. They fought each other to a standstill and gained a mutual respect for each other.

A few deaths did not satisfy Cyrus' thirst for blood. He began killing those who had wronged him, those he thought had wronged him, and those who just happened to be in the wrong place and the wrong time. Nil was disgusted by Cyrus' actions, but he was not strong enough to move against his sire. Cyrus' bloody trail through Santa Fe began to attract the wrong sort of attention, and Cartwright sent Zaahir to destroy Cyrus and his accomplices. When the confrontation finally came, Cyrus had no chance. Zaahir, however, chose to spare Nil, and Nil pledged to serve Zaahir.

concerning breaks in political ties