Zyx

Zyx
Kindred Society
Clan	Gangrel
Sect	Camarilla
Personal Information
Gender	Male
Date of birth	4 / 12 / 1420
Place of birth	London, England
Embraced	8 / 20 / 1452
Age	633
Apparent Age	32
OOC
Portrayed by	Jormok

Backstory:

“I am afraid this is your story's end.” is what many people have heard being opposed to Zyx. His real name is long forgotten to him, his history is there but rarely shared. He remembers his birthdate, the twelfth of April, in 1420. It seems like ages ago, mostly because it was. Multiple lifetimes have gone by and yet his story is still ongoing, much like some sick and twisted game that god is playing on him. If he wished for him to play along, he was sure going to do so for as long as he possibly could.

His mortal life was certainly uneventful, menial work on a farm in England. He was a tall man, imposing just to look at. Despite this he had almost a menacing and calm air about him. One of his eyes, simply lost at birth, yet didn’t mar his face. It still was a cause of discomfort for him, a sore subject due to his own disdain for not being perfect, despite his upbringing. It wasn’t until he was embraced into clan gangrel that things took a turn. He felt that surge of power after he was abandoned by his sire, this new found edge to the world he had no clue about. He sought to learn more about what is surrounding him, this new concept of what life could truly mean. It did not take long for him to learn of other kindred due to his searching, leaving his pitiful life behind and never looking back.

For a few years, he simply focused on doing work for others, attempting to learn the ropes instead of doing what the majority of his clan does. He instead socialized and used his new found power to better himself and occasionally others. He focused on this lifestyle for quite some time, but eventually realized he was taking part in a much grander idea than he initially comprehended. There was a revolt currently ongoing, and he was aiding in quashing it. He eventually was credited as being a driving force in aiding those of what would eventually become the “Camarilla” earning him a spot in the convention.

He did not do much at the convention, after all, this was still mostly new to him. Compared to the elders and ancillae that were in attendance, since he was only considered neonate of that time and without a sire to guide him, he knew better than to use his voice in those moments. It was there that he underwent a ‘rebranding’. When it was time for him to sign, he simply signed “Zyx”. Some thought it was a joke, but he simply said he had his reasons for doing so, a grander vision for his future that he planned to carve for himself.

After the Camarilla was newly formed, he went off and enjoyed life back home in England. He wanted to simply peacefully exist, but knew the newly formed Camarilla princes needed aid. He would be there to provide it. It started off with simple muscle work over the years. Then eventually becoming the Sheriff for a few different reigns. Once it was needed though, he became more of a legend as a Scourge. That is what most princes asked him for, as he was thorough and known to be merciless in his efforts. If it needed to be done for the good of the prince, he was going to do it.

As expected, this distanced him from others, both inside the Camarilla, but of course to those of other sects as well. He would go to don his mask, hiding his missing eye from the world. It is also around this time that he focused on the finer things of life. Wishing to have fancier accommodations for his work, to experience the lavish lifestyle and to grow accustomed to it. After all, those in power should likely enjoy being in such a position. This led to most people not recalling his clan, especially when looking at him for the first time.

When the Americas started to gain popularity, he went alongside some other kindred that wished to start up new domains in this new world. They would need muscle, and he would be a good person to have around. So he went in the early 1800s. He spent time reinforcing his name as a scourge who would not hesitate to end those opposed to a Prince’s reign if he wandered into their territory and they wished for him to bear the responsibility of Scourge.

Rumors began about him, that he was a crazed sadistic man who enjoyed ending other kindred for his own enjoyment. Anarchs, Caitiff, and Sabbat came to dread hearing about their masked ending coming to their town. Because much like the others, their story would end if the prince deemed it needed. Though after years and years of wandering, he came to wonder if he should perhaps settle.

Part of him wanted to simply let the rumors die, that he wasn’t what others say is true. Another side simply wondered how long it would take for him to be put into another position of power due to his prowess. He was a bit tired of it, the memories of nights of killing, mixing and merging and yet how he slept so soundly still. He knew his own story was a tragic tale, one of how he was molded into the man he was today over hundreds of years.

However, there were rumors of a place that needed constant help, in one way or another caught his ear. He simply assumed he could end his wandering in a place where perhaps the prince could use his muscles. Rumors of his arrival to Caliburn Island would likely reach the ears of those on it before he does though.