History -
Berlin, Germany. December 3rd 1531 A.D. The world was steadily changing at this point in history. Much of the modern architexture as we know it came around this time. The Siege of Vienna by the Ottoman Empire had just started. And the nation of europe was in a choatic mess for the most part, a young man was born during this point in time. In a tiny town outside of Berlin. Youngest of a large family, father a hard working man of the farm, mother a seamstress, eldest 3 brothers hunting the land scape to add thier kills to the meat. Sisters learning the ways of women at that day and age. Everyone pulling and struggling to get by. Yet for the young man, who even to this day will never confess his true name. Fought against the confines, fought against the normal that was seeking to rip his heart from his body. As he grew towards the age of man hood, he found he would rather perfect his reading and writting, skills that his family lacked. Yet they were a kind family. So as soon as it was possible, an Uncle from the city of Berlin came for the young man. He was shocked by this arrival, for word had been sent by his father. Funds procured in secret, a deal made, all done so that the young man could go to the city and learn until his heart was content. For the family he had cherished and loved, had given everything in secret for his happiness. Did he accept? Well of course he accepted. He would be foolish to turn it down. The last time he saw his family, was on the back of a horse, he was waving to the brothers and sisters, his mother with tear stained cheeks. He had never seen his father proud before. But he saw it now, and his broken heart broke a little more.

As he arrived in Berlin, he was suddenly floored, and over whelmed, he had never seen such splendor, never seen such a grand place. It made the dirty hovel he had grown up in look all the worse. There was no time to weep for the innocence lost, no time to marvel at the city that was swallowing him whole, for he was already being enrolled in to a school, his mind pushed to it's limits, forced to struggle with children of better heritage and privilege then he had known. It took years. He eventually graduated the school, he was a voice of the courts, a man of the goverment, a lawyer so fine and ready to defend the innocent. And his first commision? To handle a land dispute in his own home town outside of berlin. To say he was thrilled would be the greatest of understatements, for he was heading home nearly a decade later after he had left. He wanted to see his family. So he told himself, every minute of the trip, he was proud, ready to show his father how he had done so good. Hug his mother and sisters, and even give his brothers a hard time for wasting their lives. Yet fate is a fickle beast, and has a way of twisting things around. For when he arrived, the farm was on fire, screams were dying out, people were rushing to drag up water from the well and put on the flames.The land dispute had turned violent, a farmer, a friend of the family had snapped and settled for taking justice in to his own hand. He did it by trapping them in their home during dinner, and setting it a blaze. He was found laughing when people arrived. And the young man just stood there so utterly shocked, not a muscle twitched, not a step taken. Nothing. the fear so great.

The hovel was a smoldering heap, as the flames died, as his resolve died, as the anger in his soul suddenly became and inferno, he was there, seeking punishment for the murders, demanding the man be put to death, to be punished to the full extent of the law, and he was denied that vengance. Told the man was insane, that doctors could cure him, then he can be punished, he fought with the villagers, he fought against the justice, the world he had been training for. Against it all, and bit by bit he was cracking under the process. He lost, the man was allowed to live out his insane life in ease, taken care of. How he returned to Berlin, he still can not recall. The first week with his uncle had been violent at best, until he was forcefully removed, and on the street. The morals, the values, his own code of honor, all began to warp and twist around, taking on a harsher look, a colder tone. It was not long before he was no longer roaming the darkened streets, but prowling them. If society was foolish enough to allow such crimes to go on, why help them be so blind? Less then 3 weeks past, he had wanted to put criminals away. Suddenly he decided, he would fight to see them go free. Yes, he would take the cases of murderers and mad men, zealots and harlots, and work to see they could return to the streets. Instead of fighting the infection, he would push it along. It was not until he had started to win his cases, that his future was about to change.

It was not at first, it was a slow change, a mysterious figure sending jobs his way, making sure he took notice of them. A few of the jobs were truely strange. Odd deaths, accused witches, things of that nature. While for the most part he lost a great number of cases, he often won a few stray ones. Until the day he meets this figure. One night he sat at his desk, he was moving through a file on a supposed lycanthrope terrorzing the city. He looked up after a time, and saw the most beautiful and stunning man of all time, standing just with in the door. He just sat there for a long time, staring, shocked, until it took an act of some force for him to stand. While he was enthralled he felt a fear with in, a fear that was plucked and toyed with. He moved and offered a seat, the figure took it. He then offered brandy, he was declined. The fear was growing. He asked how he could help. He visitor confessed he was a vampire, close to 400 years in age. He confessed to killing a harlot that very night, and had left evidence. He turned to the young man and stated so clearly. If the man can free of him of these charges, if he can swallow past his fear at knowing true evil walked and sought his help, then the young man would be given the power to see his twisted dreams made reality. The man withdraws a single gold coin, and set it to flip in to the air, as the young man of this story catches it. He looks, the figure is gone, the coin is old, it holds a picture of two men, arm in arm, he knew his astrology well enough. But what would he do?

This story teller will not bore you with the details, he will not go on and on, but he will sum it up in a couple words. He won. It was not easy, but he had twisted the vision of humans, as a human. Made them see what he wanted, the facts became obscure, the man of the state looking for death, even felt sorrow for the killer vampire. But he won. And both left. They were not a few blocks from the make shift court house, when the vampire attacked. The bite hurt, every inch of flesh that was touched hurt, the pain was intense. It was so sharp, that it struck the young mans spirit, attacked the darkness, and fed that evil, warping it further, twisting it in to a visage of crazed humor and lethal clearity. The vampire plucked, looking, searching, for a fear. The final test, and found....nothing. For the fear the young man had was gone. The fear that should have been there, was replaced by something so much more, so much more evil. Things faded to black, and time passed, but soon he woke, and saw the face of the one he would have deemed a fallen angel. The figure turned with a smile, his hand extended, he explained it was time for dreams to end, and reality to be warped a new. Time to cast off the games of his mortal coil, and to put his talents to a more grim and evil purpose.

Sadly he spent much time keeping his creator out of prison or worth a death. He spent it keeping the secret of his kind, and other unnaturals from the world as a whole. Often this means he would help release some murderer or killer back out on the street. He continued his career with the humans, every few decades he would move on. The world was so big he would never need to return. He would never need to look back. After a time they parted ways, he felt no need to continue holding the creators hand. And while his love was deep for the man, yes for he loved. His interest went else where. Namely a great deal of time had passed, and it was his time to move across the pond, to seek out the nation of America. The voyage was long, and their fear of him, and his power kept the sailors in check, but one night he was on the bow, and looking out, coin in hand, his keep sake for several hundred years, and land came in to sight. He knew things would change, and change for the best. he would find a fresh start, a fresh nation to influence and guide down a destructive path in his own perverse little way. The story will roll along through the trickle of time, and the modern day has arrived, when the fight for vampire rights happened, he was there secrety in the back ground. And when things seemed in full swing in their favor, he was able to take a very legit job, never to be famous, always avoiding the high end cases, using humans to work other cases for him. He sat back, a puppet master, pulling at the strings. Loyal to the one of his home, and never working to make vampire life hard. It was just the pathetic mortal crowd that enjoyed his unique humor.