The Fallen

# **Sabbat**

**Player:** Howl

**Clan:** Salubri

**Position held:** Operative (Black Hand)

**Pack:** Purely Red

**Background:** Chose his name according to the old traditions of Warriors' Blooding ritual - an angel's name is to be chosen by a member of Samiel's brood upon their releasing. Was awakened from a very long torpor in the earth by Priest Pytr & Body Janus in the Old World after they found an old notebook where his location of torpor was mentioned. Travelled with them to United States to establish a larger pack of nomadics. Is a fierce warrior and has great dislike towards the Usurpers. Got fleshcrafted by Pytr into a brand new appearance. (Nobody else will recognize the red haired guy). New identity is sir Melkor of clan Brujah.

**Death Information:** He was a man of another time, and the inability to adapt to modern nights was his ultimate downfall. His torpor took a toll on his mental state... and his fledgling-like naiveite and trust led to his death at the hands of his adoptive childer, Gustavo...

### Damian Blackheart

**IC Death Date:** December 8th, 1993

**Player:** Nightsky

**Clan:** Angelis Alter

**Position held:** Knight Inquisitor

**Pack:** Sin Eaters

**Death Information:**

*Damian's own eyes fill with the Red Fear...*
*As he stares at the incoming blast, there's nowhere to go. He's crippled, the world's growing... hotter.*
*He thinks about Aubrey, Lyn, Danior, Mum, and them... he thinks about how shitty he left his relationships with them... he thinks about Cordelia... he thinks about... Hester.*

*He thinks about how much he's fought... he thinks about how the fighting would have never ended.*

*He thinks about the burning spray of lead that's about to wipe him from existence.* *...he thinks there's no use fighting any longer.*

*The shot hit him. For a second, he's still solid, but everything glows bright like his hot, yellow eyes... then it turns as black as the void.*

*His body... his arms...* *It all grows ashen black... and crumbles, blowing off in the breeze.*

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87bcPisyTHs

*There goes my hero.*

*Watch him as he goes.*

*There goes my hero.*

*He's ordinary...*

### Clarence Schmitt

**IC Death Date:**

**Player:** N/a (Beloved NPC)

**Clan:** Ventrue

**Position held:** Templar

**Pack:** Killing Spree

**Death Information:**

*coughs, smiling weakly, his gold fangs glinting* "That's an order, Archbishop. Run."

### Thomas

**IC Death Date:** October 25, 1994

**Player:** Bart

**Clan:** Gargoyle

**Position held:** Templar

**Pack:** Killing Spree

**Death Information:**

*No one would see it coming. The small gangrel had always been a master of stealth.*
*A figure winds deftly through the flow of the fight, ducking between a thrown punch and darting off to the side of the clearing. He'd heard Fjord's calls over the sound of crushed war vehicles, over the sounds of torpored and dying men and women. Normal citizens. Pity he had no empathy for them. It's survival of the fittest, nothing personal.*
*He stops though, as he nears the edge of the clearing, spotting the tell tale broken faces Fjord leaves in his wake. And the hooded boy stands there for a moment or two, talons clicking against his sides excitedly. He'd never seen a gargoyle before....*

*"TAZ NO-" He ignores the scream he hears from a struggling William, trying to push through the crowd to stop what he knows is about to happen, and for a split second amber eyes meet the Tzimisce's...Before he darts down and sticks his claws clean through the Templar's chest.*

*Before them, the Templar withers to ash, flaking away from the ebb and blowing of the nearby fires, caught up in the tempest. And Taz spares no more time, swiftly darting away from the clearing, and into the woods.*

Thomas, Templar and Gargoyle of the sabbat, died fighting the Camarilla forces that invaded the Palla Grande on the 25th of October.

### Sudeepta Rockra

**IC Death Date:** October 25, 1994

**Player:** Bart

**Clan:** Malkavian

**Position held:** n/a

**Pack:** The Leftovers

**Death Information:**

*Sudeepta had taken part at the Palla Grande, despite his death being fortold by a seer.* *Lost to the blaze and the overwhelming number of Camarilla, the fate that befell him in those woods remains unknown.*