Acrimony

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Information

Known Aliases: Acrimony

Clan: Nosferatu

Covenant: Circle of the Crone

Bloodline: Unknown

Concept: Violent Hyperminimalist

Current Location: Pacific NorthWest

Status: Circle of the Crone ·

Coteries:

• The New Flesh

Lineage

Sire: Unknown

Acknowledged Childer: Unknown

Bloodline: Unknown

Notable Traits: A fedora,clothing from the 1920's in monochramatic color scheme, victorian sunglasses, a scarf, trashbag, or other covering around the lower half of his face, and if not wearing that; Teeth, lots and lots of gnashing sharp deadly teeth.

Information Known by Kindred Society

Maybe it used to have some kind of recognizable aspect of humanity lingering in it's self once, maybe even as a vampire some passing century or two before. What ever person Acrimony once was in life is long dismembered and burried. The thing that stalks the streets now can in no way relate to the world or others around it or in any way be considered social or human.

These nights nonsensical philosophical discussions are vomited forth through row after row of sharpened jagged teeth. Acrimony finds small animals or the occasional transient and cuts them open with a straight razor in an attempt at sooth saying the future.

Acrimony proposes to others he is only a tool, he craves conformity, and wishes to work for his betters to inflict harm upon their enemies with no regard for himself.

You might find yourself wondering what the hell this monster is doing within the Circle of the Crone, that is until you watch him work magick, or until you study his true goddess Kalika.

Kalika also known as Kali is a Hindu goddess associated with death and destruction. Despite her negative connotations, she is not actually the goddess of death, but rather of Time and Change. Although sometimes presented as black and violent, her earliest incarnation as a figure of annihilation still has some influence. More complex Tantric beliefs sometimes extend her role so far as to be the "Ultimate Reality" or Brahman.

Through his acts of self destruction comes self discovery. Through his violence and murder comes enlightenment to others. Through his acts of depravity ultimately, just maybe, he can hope to alter reality. Or maybe he really just is a sadistic bastard.

These days, he travels with the Carthian gang known as The New Flesh finding a home with them as their leg breaker and muscle.

Vampires that Acrimony Has Publicaly Sodomized

• Cowboy Billy Joe Bob, Gangrel, from Seattle, Wa, 2005

• He who shall not be named, Bloodline member, from Seattle, Wa 2008

• Randal, Ventrue, from Kitsap, Wa 2008 (Randal was then made "Pregnant" via a Crone Ritual)

The Masses Have Spoken

Quotes from Acrimony:

"Touching is when the hurting starts."

"Please shut up and get into my bitey mouth now."

"I sir, would gladly pummel and bloody your enemies for you if it might be allowed, that is if you don't mind your reputation being sullied of working with someone of my low worth."

"The American philosopher of the 1950's Stanley Rosen says, Nietzsche asserts that this nihilism is a result of valuing "higher", "divine" or "meta-physical" things (such as God), that do not in turn value "base", "human" or "earthly" things. But a person who rejects God and the divine may still retain the belief that all "base", "earthly", or "human" ideas are still valueless because they were considered so in the previous belief system (such as a Christian who becomes a communist and believes fully in the party structure and leader).In this interpretation, any form of idealism, after being rejected by the idealist, leads to nihilism. Moreover, this is the source of "inconsistency on the part of the nihilists". The nihilist continues to believe that only "higher" values and truths are worthy of being called such, but rejects the idea that they exist. Because of this rejection, all ideas described as true or valuable are rejected by the nihilist as impossible because they do not meet the previously established standards. That being said...Please get in my mouth now."

Quotes about Acrimony

Zeal: "Let me tell you a little story about this bastard. Once, while I was still breathin', I saw this wetback get caught in some heavy machinery; tore him up nasty. Messed me up a little bit. Well, I made the mistake of telling this fucker about how it messed with my head seeing that shit. April Fool's ain't been the same since."

Sorrow: "I told them in Seattle that it was a bad idea to ask Acrimony about cake and sodomy. What did they expect? Why are they surprised that he pushed that Sangiovanni's face into the cake and then ass raped him. I mean, you can't get angry with a shark when he eats. It's in his nature. And don't drop the soap...."

Zeal's Story Corner

Once upon a time there was a noble sailor who loved the sea as thoroughly as a soul could. He was as a god of tide and wave, and gave homage and sacrifice to no one. This sailor preferred the sea to mortal company and even as he grew old refused the comforts of land. It came as no surprise to those in his village when they learned the old sailor had chosen to push off his ship and die in the arms of the waves then in a dry death-bed.

One would think that such a man would find comfort in such a death. Sadly, he did not. You see, he’d spent so much time on the sea and away from man that he never learned the ways of the gods. He was unable to find his way to Hel and wasn’t worthy to walk in Valhalla. So, dejected, his soul returned to his rotting body. His corpse worked the rope. The restless dead pulled at the sails. His terrible will guided the black vessel just below the waves, and the name he took for himself was Draugr.

For many years Draugr sailed his ship below the waves. He fed on those sailors that would capsize, or the occasional maiden that wandered too close to the water. But as the endless years took their toll, he began to long for escape. He raged against the tide and began to hate the waves. The salt and foam brought him no joy. All that he looked upon mocked his impotence to find his way home. Just as he thought he could bear no more, he saw a small light upon the beach and heard the distant notes of speech.

Draugr muttered and cracked his teeth and knuckles. He crept along the surf and onto the cool sands. He slunk from dune to dune creeping towards the fire and voice. There, in the light of the fire he saw a Völva making a sacrifice to Odin. Draugr smiled, for he had not dined on the flesh of a woman in some time, but as he was about to leap, the Völva spun about and brandished her staff in a terrifying manner. Her voice boomed with power and her fingers shaped seiðr images with skill he had never seen, bound in place unable to move.

“Ho, spirit, cursed one who is Draugr! Why do you come to me on this night? Do you seek to dine on my flesh?” the Völva’s voice was terrible, but had a hidden sensuality as the moonlight danced along her pale limbs.

“Free me, witch!” the wretched creature pleaded. “I am old and tired and wish to move beyond the tides. But so long has it been that I cannot remember the way to the lands of the dead! Indeed, I barely recall what it was to draw breath. How can one such as I find his peace except to crack the bones of the living?”

The priestess stared at the creature held fast by her powers for a long time before she decided to take pity upon the creature. From her pouch she drew the runes, rich with magic and old beyond memory. She shook them and gave praise to Freyja, goddess of all magic, and cast the runes at her feet. The runes told her of how this creature might be freed of his curse, but the answer was a sad one.

“Hear me, Draugr, and know my words for truth,” she said with a sigh. “Your only hope of finding the lands of the dead is to remember what it was to be human and learn the ways of the gods. You are doomed to ride beneath the waves for all time unless you release your rage and return to the cycle.”

She scooped the runes back up and tied them at her waist. “Leave me, spirit, and haunt me no longer.”

And Draugr was free.

He returned to the waves and pondered how one could remember being human when no human could look on you without despair. Yet, so pleased was he at finding a way to lift his curse, that he sailed towards the nearest ship he could find. From beneath the water, he saw the men working and singing and laughing. Never in life had he laughed with man or sung with them. Never had he known love or acceptance. Always the sea had called to him to the exclusion of all others.

He was jealous of these mortals that had so easily that which he needed. Jealous, and furious. Draugr leapt from the water, howling in rage, the force of his landing nearly capsizing the vessel. The raging creature slaughtered the sailors as they scrambled about in confusion. Their blood was so thick, the sea turned crimson. When all the sailors lay dead on the wooden planks of the ship, Draugr sat heavily upon the railing. How was he to learn if all he had was rage?

It was then that the last living soul on the vessel finally surfaced. A doctor on his way home; a passenger who didn’t belong on the creature’s beloved ocean. Draugr grinned at the doctor in his terrible wicked smile and lifted him easily off his feet. And just as he was about to feast on his flesh, something occurred to the creature. If he could eat a man's body, why couldn’t he consume their essence? That which makes them a man?

The idea was terrible beyond reason and evil beyond words. Draugr cackled as he held the doctor down and drew from him all that he loved. He pulled love from the man, and compassion. He pulled joy, sorrow, longing and despair. He drew benevolence and mercy and hope from the doctor. He drew and drew and drew until Draugr burst with all the things that made a man. And as the doctor wheezed, dying on the boat, Draugr bled back into him. He gave him back hate. He gave him pain. He gave him rage. He gave him contempt. He gave him bitter ire.

For the first time in his existence, Draugr smiled and knew bliss. He was finally free, and knew what it was to be a man. The creature fell to his knees and gave thanks to Freyr, the benevolent god of rain and rebirth, finally understanding the way of the gods: gratitude. In that very moment, the creature was unmade, falling lifeless to the deck of the ship nothing but a rotted corpse.

The boat sat rocking on the waves, but without a crew to man it, soon it began to sink. As the cold water leaked across the deck, the doctor sat up and howled fruitlessly into the night. Beating within his breast was all the hate and ire and rage of countless decades. The only release he knew was to inflict it upon others.

Rumors

(Feel free to add your own:)

• Acrimony is absolutely insane and violent.

• Acrimony is actually smarter and more aware of his surroundings than he lets on.

• Acrimony has been paid as little as a pack of cigarettes to kill other vampires.

• Though seemingly devoid of conscience morality, or any type of philosophy Acrimony has a strict set of guidelines which dictate his seemingly random actions.

• Acrimony has been somehow coerced through candy of supernatural origin provided by the Carthian Anarchist gang he works for The New Flesh

• Acrimony felt himself lose a bit of his soul the last time he sodomized a Sangiovanni. Now, he wants to repeat the experience....often.

• Acrimony is really sorry about how he insulted the Sangiovanni. Really. Stop. Stop laughing. Its true. Really.

Inspiration

Inspiration:

• The Devil

Soundtrack:

• Screaming...

• Hurray for Sodomy

OOC Information

Player: Clayton Turner

Location: Pacific Northwest