(Dane) Lorenzo Salvara


Clan: Tremere.
Generation: 7th.
Demeanor: Fanatic.
Nature: Conformist.
Strength 2, Dexterity 4, Stamina 2
Charisma 2, Manipulation 3, Appearance 1
Perception 5, Intelligence 5, Wits 3
Talents: Alertness 2, Athletics 2, Awareness 1, Brawl 2, Empathy 1, Intimidation 5, Leadership 3, Subterfuge 2.
Skills: Crafts 2, Etiquette 1, Firearms 3 (Rifles), Survival 2.
Knowledges: Academics 1, Investigation 2, Law 1, Occult 5, Politics 2, Science 1, Technology 2.
Backgrounds: Allies (Childre) 3, Allies (Giovanni Family) 5, Generation 4, Influence (Camarilla) 3, Status (Camarilla) 3, Status (Vienna) 1, Resources 1, Retainer 2.
Disciplines: Auspex 6, Celerity 1, Dominate 6 (5), Necromancy 5, Thaumaturgy 5.
Paths: Path of Ash 5, Path of Neptune 5.
Rituals: ?
Virtues: Conviction 4, Instinct 4, Courage 4.
Road: Via Sin 9.
Blood Pool: 20.
Willpower: 10.
Flaws: Hunted, Dark Secret, Enemy, Sire Resentment.
Experience: 10.

Currently suffering from the Withering.


Lorenzo sits across from his mentor, Lukas Barsavi. Between the two men is a young man kneeling on the ground. He pleads fruitlessly “Please don’t hurt me anymore. I want to go home.” Then he breaks in sobs. “80% of the human body is water” Barsavi says ignoring the pleas of the captive. Balsavi siphons water out of the young man, who screams in pain. “The art is finding it and neatly removing it.” Balsavi goes on. I hate this man I begin to think, always have.

Lorenzo Salvara born in Venice, Italy. Salvara a fishing family, was brimming with children. I was 4th of 8, meaning I was expected to maintain the family business of mediocrity and subservience. I left my family in my 21th year, when I demanded my own ship and crew. My father and his men laughed. Infuriated I ventured north to the mountains. A group of travelers were heading to the new Duchy of Austria. I blended with the crowd. I learned basic woodsmen skills from the older men in the traveling group. Many roaming parties begin to attach to ours, many people from far and wide. Some slept during the day and were very active at night, I found this to be a tactic for keeping the women and children safe at all times. I volunteered for the night watch. During my night watch, I saw two men of the night watch gathered on the outskirts of the sleeping camp. I approach, with no fire it was hard to see the two men seemed to not care. I couldn’t understand the language they spoke, but I did recognize it as German. “What do you want?” one of the men asked. He sounded irritated. “Hello, I am Lorenzo Salvara” I say in Venetian. “I’m from La Dominate” (what too proud Venetians called Venice). This earns me a cuff to the side of my head, it sends me sprawling. How did he move so fast? He was probably 20 strides away. He says in Venetian “La Dominate, you are nothing but ants to be pissed on.” The men burst into laughter. I feel my anger spike, I rise to my feet and charge him. I intend to pay back what he has done to me. He grabs my wrist and lifts me with no effort. “You have fire, boy” he is says. “I’m Barsavi, Lukas Barsavi. You belong to that man” He points back at the cloaked man. “Eugen Adler is what you call your master” The cloaked man says. “Lesson one, control that fire. Make those that cross you pay when you hold the advantage.” says Barsavi. He throws me down to the ground. Eugen says “You sleep when we say so, eat when we say so. Do you understand?” I look over to the cloaked man his eyes shown bright out of his hood. My mouth moves on its own “Yes, Sire.” The next few months while we traveled I slept during the day when I wasn’t tasked by Eugen and at night I studied. Barsavi gave me long history lessons and taught me letters and numbers. I showed a passion for learning, which only made the lessons all the more difficult. Eugen said during one of my lessons “We are close to Vienna, there is a man you will meet, Lotharius, he will look over you test your knowledge. If he deems you satisfactory you will be a member of the Tremere house, forever.”

“Now you try.” Barsavi gestures toward the man who is murmuring in prayer. “Please demonstrate again, teacher.” I say. Barsavi draws again from the man who is now silent but for some swallow breathing. I focus on the man lying still I see the water clear in my mind’s eye. I recount the number of test subjects, three now this man four subject totals. Two spells a piece. I shift my focus to Barsavi I see the water within him. I beckon it, come out, and leave him dry. Barsavi freezes, his mouth trying to make words. I have no care for his words anymore. I stand and slowly walk over to my mentor. I cuff him like he hit me all those years ago. The blow sent him to the ground, I draw a little more blood from him but not too much. I say what will be the last thing I say to my mentor “Lesson one, make those that cross you pay when you hold the advantage.”

(Dane) Lorenzo Salvara

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