Victor is an agent of the Tremere that travels to various chantries to ensure their protection.
Biography[]
| “ | The U.S. government does a lot of things the public never finds out about. I ought to know; I was the one they called for all the dirty work. About 40 years ago, I worked unofficially for the CIA. I was the world's best assassin, and Uncle Sam paid me big bucks to stay in his court. Leaders rarely die of diseases or natural causes, you know. With all those good doctors around, an ordinary disease would be no problem. Think about that the next time some petty third-world leader gets "sick" and dies.
Like I said, I was one of the best. I killed for upwards of fifty grand a head and always had a place to run to if I got in trouble (not that I got in trouble very much; I was too good for that). Well, one night, I sneaked into an old castle where a Greek noble lived. He was stirring up anger in his country against our side, so I was called in to off him as a warning to anybody else who wanted to get smart. When I got into the bedroom, he was all curled up in his bed, and I couldn't help thinking of my father. The Duke looked so old and helpless, just like my father had looked on his deathbed. For a fraction of a second, I hesitated over the bed with the hypodermic in my hand. Suddenly, I noticed that the Duke's breathing was all wrong. He wasn't really asleep—he was holding his breath, watching me. I realized I was up against somebody who was smarter than he looked, and my arm flashed down with the needle. He moved much faster than I could have anticipated. Before I knew it, I was wrestling for my life. He was strong—stronger than any old man had a right to be. I finally threw him off of me and made a dash for the window. As I threw one leg over the sill, I looked back, and our eyes met. I have damned myself a thousand times for that one careless look, but it is too late now. When our eyes met, he beckoned me to him, and you know the rest. The C.I.A. assumed I was either dead or had turned. They looked for me but had no luck tracing me to my new home in Vienna. The Tremere trained me in their ways, and now I kill when they tell me to kill, and I watch whom they tell me to watch. Right now, I'm watching the other Tremere in Milwaukee. Vienna is afraid whatever they are studying here could be too powerful—perhaps even to the extent of negating a Blood Bond. I am here to ensure the death of any Kindred who tries to control such an item—or perhaps to take it for myself. |
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A decorated soldier during World War II, Victor came to work for the CIA as an assassin. During one of his missions, he infiltrated a Greek castle, where he was to assassinate a duke that had stirred up sentiments against the United States. When he entered his bedchamber and checked the sleeping man, he found that he breathed wrong. After a short wrestle, the Duke had to use Dominate to subdue Victor and then Embraced him.
To this night, Victor does not know who sent him against Traska. He suspects that whomever set him up knew that he would not be able to destroy the undead Duke. When taken to Vienna, Victor showed little natural aptitude for Thaumaturgy. His superiors, however, did not seem to mind, leading Victor to believe that he was Embraced for a specific purpose. This was revealed when he lead a squad of Ducheski revenants and ghouls against a Sabbat pack that had taken up residence near a chantry. The local Regent explained to him that the Tremere had lost some of their warrior spirit that aided them in the early days of the Clan. Traska, and a few other loyal Tremere, had been tasked with seeking out experienced fighters for the modern age, and Victor was one of several ex-military candidates selected to shore up the Tremere’s combat capabilities.
Victor travels around the world, testing the security systems of chantries against weaknesses, and occasionally acting as an assassin. He is an advocate of high-tech security systems and well-trained ghouls, and often requests custom built traps from the engineers of the Duchesk to fortify locations important to the Clan. Recently, his travels have brought him to Milwaukee, where he is to investigate the strange events that have taken place there. His secret ambition is to one day become Justicar, although he knows that this might take decades.
Victor was apparently slain by Carna, when she broke off with the main clan in Carna's Rebellion.[1]
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Image: Victor has a strong face with a deep scar across his right cheek. He wears baggy black clothing that resembles a karate gi. One always has the impression he is about to kill somebody. He never smiles and moves with the grace and ease of a tiger.
Roleplaying Hints: Always act very relaxed and calm. At the same time, you want to give off an impression that you are very dangerous. Simply make subtle threats. Hint at the number of men you have killed and intersperse the conversation with descriptions of Victor's rippling muscles. Players never like to be intimidated, so Victor makes a good rival for the players.
Haven: Victor has several havens, all well hidden in very rich areas.
Influence: Victor has the final control over what the Tremere do in Milwaukee. See the Politics section for more on this.
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References[]
- VTM: Milwaukee by Night, p. 51-52
- VTM: Lore of the Clans, p. 293-294
- VTM: Beckett's Jyhad Diary
- ↑ VTM: Beckett's Jyhad Diary, p. 10