Cian BlackRose
Name: Cian BlackRose (Key-in BlackRose)
Guild Info: Absence of Fear (AoF) - 2d32
Shinobi Gauntlets + 2 Off
Race: Kindred, born human
Covan: True BlackRose
Clan: True Brujah - Warrior class.
Sire: Tara BlackRose (SN: tara algalord)
Generation: 2nd generation BlackRose / 3rd generation True Brujah
Strength / Dice: 4d89
Position: Personal bodyguard and War Advisor to Tara BlackRose Algalord D'Mon (tara algalord)
Age: Ancient (it's never polite to ask a lady's true age.)
Marital Status: Single
Orientation: Bi-sexual
Height: five foot eight inches
Hair: Blond
Eyes:Gold / Amber (usually,can be red, black, etc)
Personality
The common and false Brujah line, that which sprang from Brujah's diablerist chylde Troile, are known for their short, violent tempers, rebelliousness and the fact they always seem to be on the edge of frenzy. The True Brujah, those that came from Brujah himself or one of his other chylder, are nothing like their 'cousins'. The True Brujah are emotionally detached from most things. A Bloodline of Scholars, chroniclers and knowledge seekers. In those aspects, Cian is a typical True Brujah, unlike the majority of the others in her Bloodline, she is also a highly skilled warrior.
Cian has a very serious yet inquisitive nature. She rarely smiles, or laughs. On the occasions that she does, it's enough to fool others, but she truly does not feel her own emotions as well as others beings feel emotions. She trains herself to always think with sheer logic, and no emotions, while trying to hang on to her ever slipping humanity due to the True Brujah nature.
She prefers large mansions as well as large subterranean dwellings far removed from others. Places where she can work in secret in her labs, and hide the rare and precious ancient tomes and scrolls she has 'collected' over the centuries. Stealing what she could not barter for. She prefers solitude and cultivates acquaintances rather than friends. She also abstains from vice's and gross over indulgence as many mortals and immortals are prone to partake in.
She is a bit more feisty and lively than her brethren, which made her a candidate for a new 'warrior class' the High Council wished to create. Finding and siring those that while decent enough scholars, were more prone to physical tasks, such as fighting. Cian was one of those picked, and then she surprised everyone by finding the perfect balance between both. She is just as happy reading some ancient text as she is grabbing a sword to hand one of her cousins Final Death. She yearns for the day that the very last one will be wiped out for good. That is the only thing that seems to send surges of high emotion into her blood.
Cian is often standing off to the side, listening, observing, but she does enjoy a good debate and gathering information. Especially after coming out of Torpor. Certain ages she has survived were so boring, so intellectually dry where mankind had no great leaps forward but leaps backward, that she went into a short Torpor. A quiet restful state of stasis that is easily entered into and out of by one who can use Temporis.
Cian has recently awoken from a centuries long Torpor. Certain rumors and disturbing news awaited her when she awoke, the world has changed since she last walked the lands and realms, for now, she is on what she calls a walk-about, forcing herself out into public to see what she missed. Seeing how many she has met so far, fellow Kindred who have never even been taught the Laws of Caine, whose generation is so watered down she wondered why the sire bothered, she is disgusted this turn of events. As she see's it, those weak individuals need to either be educated, or eradicated. Black and white, there is no in-between in her eyes.