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Name: Walt Sundale Nature: Soldier Org: Indy |
Player: Mark Leonard Demeanor: Thrill Seeker Sire: Gretchen |
Concept:A former bodyGuard looking for a new path. Clan: Gangrel Generation: 9 |
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Strength: 3 Dexterity: 4 Stamina: 3 |
Charisma: 3 Manipulation: 2 Appearance: 3 |
Perception: 2 Intelligence: 2 Wits: 2 |
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Talents Alertness: 3 Atheletics: 2 Brawl: 4 Dodge: 3 Empathy: Expression:1 Intimidation:2 Leadership: Subterfuge: 1 Streetwise: |
Skills Animal Ken: 1 Crafts: Drive: 2 Etiquette:1 Firearms:2 Melee: 2 Performance:1 Security:1 Stealth: Survival: 1 |
Knowledges Academics:1 Computer: Finance: Investigation:1 Law:1 Linguistics:1 (French) Medicine: Occult:1 Politics:1 Science: |
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Disciplines Animalism:1 Fortitude: 1 Protean: 2 |
Backgrounds Generation: 4 Mentor:1 |
Virtues Conscience: 3 Self Control: 3 Courage: 4 |
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Merits/Flaws Acute Sence - M1 (hearing) Catlike Balence - M1 Former Ghoul - M1 Glowing Eyes - F3 Infamous Sire - F1 Enemy - F1 |
Willpower: 6 Humanity: 6 EXP: 0 |
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Walt Sundale is a man of average height, standing at 5'11 with a medium build that fits the frame of a kickboxer. He has a handsome enough face but its not one people would stare at all day. His hair is short, wild and spiky, styledin a more modern fashion. His eyes, when he removed the shades he wears, bear the red glow of the nightwalker and are feline in appearance with violet slitted centers. His pointed ears are hiden under his hat and look elven. He is normally dressed in loose baggy jeans that are easy to move about in. He prefers microfiber short sleeve shirts with either tribal prints or Dragons on them.With a long Black Trench with Blood red Dragon the take up the back half. He is very much the person of the 90's who moves with an easy grace that somehow does not seem threatening. He also wears a cocky smile that almost never goes away. . Born in 1953 to Merredith and Duane Sundale in Mankato, Minnesota. His given name of Walter soon started causing him problems at an early age as the other children began to pick on him. He managed to endure it well enough, though he did convince his father to enroll him the local YMCA's Kickboxing program. Duane thought the exercise would do him well, and it did. He stuck with it throughout his formative years, even going so far as entering numerous tournaments. He lacked the motivation to enter college, deciding to help his parents out by working in their family grocery store. He also assisted at the Y, helping to train others in his chosen Martial Art. He finally won a National Tournament in 1976, when he was 23, and gained an invitation to an international tournament in Paris on the following year. He trained earnestly for the tournament and even studied a bit of French to prepare himself for the trip. He had high hopes of meeting a pretty french lass, and he felt he had to be able to speak the language in order to flirt He did well at the tournament, though he did not win. He did, however gain the eye of a Toreador Elder by the name of Olivare. Walt stayed in Paris for a month after the tournament, having saved a bit of money to explore the city while he had the chance. During that time Olivare watched him and aventually made himself known to the young Kickboxer. Walt was, of course, intrigued by the mysterious and highly charismatic man and jumped at the opportunity to serve as the toreador's bodyguard. The family's small store took a back burner to the raw allure of the Toreador. Walt's job eventually led him to the Blood as he became a Ghoul and was brought into the Kindred lifestyle. He worked hard at his job, secretly wishing to earn a spot in the Toreador ranks as a Kindred. Of course, being immersed in the culture, he quickly learned fluency in the language. But as he started to realize the make up of the Clan, he came to the conclusion that he was neither Gifted, nor beautiful, nor particularly charismatic. Yet he tried, serving his Master well. He remained the faithful Ghoul until last year, when a creature from Olivare's past caught up with him. A Gangrel by the name of Gretchen. During one of her infrequent "visits" to Toulouse, Gretchen was infuriated to learn that Olivare still walked the night. Olivare and his entourage had come to Toulouse to check on certain interests he still held in the city. Gretchen spotted him and, as is her way, immediately decided to destroy him. She attacked him, but Olivare was no weakling himself. The Toreador and his associates drove the Gangrel off after a brief but intense fight. Wounded and acknowledging that she could not defeat him in such a direct assault, she decided on a petty revenge instead. She stalked Walt. Once she found him alone, she quickly Embraced the hapless Ghoul. His kicks, punches and gunshots proved little defense against her and he succumbed to darkness. Gretchen left him to his fate, and assumed he would be destroyed when it was learned what was done to him and by whom. With the dirty deed done, Gretchen fled back to the New world. Walt succumbed to the Beast on this, his first night to the blood, since Gretchen did not bother giving more thatn the minimum amout of Blood during the Embrace. He raged and slew several mortals. He fled when he realized what had happened to him, running into the hillsand using his small nest egg to purchase passage back to the USA...he arrived home broke, and confused. Having little else to do, he decided to seek out the one that Embraced him. He only knew her Name...Gretchen. For a year now, he has searched from city to city for his "evil" Sire, not really knowing what he will do when he finds her. Shall he hate her for taking away the life he had, or will he revere her for providing an Embrace he was unlikely to win from his former Domitor. In Des Moines, Iowa he found a man who seemed amused by his search. A Ventrue by the name of David Chancellor. He pointed him in the direction of Necropolis, Missouri. Having nothing else to go on, he comes the the City of the dead...  |