From SuspireWiki

I will answer each of these during this recording to myself, so if I ever slip into Eclipse, and forgot these things, I will always know. I will always know who helped establish who I am today, and will always remember what was given to me so I can one day pay back that favor. I need not forget the small things and need to always keep in mind those dealings that one day I may want to seek out Vengeance for. Don’t let your looks, your comfort, your easy life hide who you are and what you will one day become. You are not the go to guy, you are not the person extending a hand out to help others, and you are not the nicest guy around.

You should remember what you dealt with growing up, everyone says your roots matter, where your from matter, but in reality I have distanced myself from that life so much I am no longer the young kid trying to make a difference, I am no longer that kid who spends countless hours in the gym, the kid who sat and watched his father open a beer, than two, than 8, than lost track as he begun to yell. The kid who went to school with a broken Jaw, black eyes, because he started sticking up for his Mother. No I was labeled a Problem Child, not a hero. I was sent to Juvenile Hall was raised up and brought up at the school of hard knocks. I started boxing in the Detention Facility, I started training, they said it was good for me to learn some discipline. In reality I let my hatred brood, I let that part of me who has shined through too much, and I let it grow into a passion, a desire for payback, a drive to make sure he never lays a fucking hand on her again.

I was 14 when I got the news, she had died. The police never did a real investigation, they never looked into it, but hey who would. There were other things going on than, it was the summer of 69’ I was set to get out I was set to be free finally. That happened, I knew the bastard killed her, I knew he drank too much, what was it this type wiskey, tequilla, beer, what did she do, was the soup not cooked right, did she burn the meatloaf, did she break a dish because she was too nervous that she was about to get hit again. These are questions I asked him, these are questions when I was 16 and finally out, emancipated and working my ass off as an apprentice to the Local 118. I learned things about Iron and Steel that I never knew, I learned how to operate a blow torch, welders, learned what a day with the sun on your back all day felt like. I continued my training in the ring as well. Finally got my shot at the State of California Golden Gloves, I still have that trophy on my wall. As I finished and was looking out into the crowd I saw the Bastard, there he was after all this time, not even a fucking phone call, “Hows it going Son, I’m Sorry” I tried to walk past him not get into it, but he grabbed my arm told me “How dare I walk past him like he is nothing, he is my father he brought me into this world and he can still take me out” I never felt so much rage in my life as I looked at him, instead of lashing out instead of pushing away, I just asked him.. “What were the last words out of her mouth as you beat her to death, what in your drunken mind did she ever do to deserve the treatment you gave us both, who are you to even come talk to me you took everything that was good in life and ruined it.. go drown in another bottle..” I pushed him off me as I walked away from the man that was once my father. I wish it never happened, but as I was walking across the Parking lot, a cool fall shower started as he started yelling behind me, I don't exactly remember everything he said, but I do know there was never a “Sorry” there was never a “I fucked up” no it was all blame on her, on me, on how I came and ruined there perfect life, as he threw an overhand right hand I didn't react quick enough, my guard wasn't in place as it landed, I believe I spit out some blood, and it felt like a tooth.. that was the last time he ever hit anyone.

The cops did a full Investigation, they looked into my story to make sure it was legit, after the case was closed, due to no one really standing up for a drunk that my father was, no one really looked past it, although I always was labeled a murderer, people shunned away from me that knew what had happened. I was no longer able to get legitimate fights and my boxing carreer was put on hiatus. I continued work, and eventually made it to a Journeymen in the Iron Workers union. I was resulted to having to do cock fights so to say to supplement my income, I had planned on trying to make it pro in boxing, but no that never came to pass. Instead there were underground fight leagues, it was kind of the birth of MMA if you really look at it. Remember the movie bloodsport, it was a lot like that, but well we wern’t usually fighting to the death.

Things finally started going my way, I finally got to open up my own gym, and I brought in kids who had the same problems in there early lives as I did. Boxing saved my life, and I decided to share that with the kids, gone were the days of the underground brawls, I worked a regular 8-5 in the sun, and than I went to the gym I opened, and begun my lessons. Life was running smooth and good for me until everything hit a speed bump. I learned that my father didn’t actually kill my mother. I learned that he was clean when I killed him, I learned all this from The man I now Call “Sire” Victor Frederick turns out he was a Vampire, and a member of what I know now as the Academy. Turns out the Ordo Dracul, members do something before they fully join called the Dragons Tail, something that they follow and watch the changes in the mortal world, to see the ripples that they can create, something about opening there mind up to the great work or something. I was looking at the bastard that caused my life to be hell due to some experiment, due to some great plan, and I was looking at him with Dead Eyes.

I hated the lessons Victor gave me, he was always so set on trying to get me to accept the path of a Dragon, he tried to force my mind to change, tried to sway me into following his path, for his experiments for his cause and the ultimate goal. He thought it would be good for me to live the life that a "Slave" lives until I finally was able to open my eyes to the great work, he had the other Dragons in Sacramento, treat me as such using me as an errand boy. Hell even there errand boys used me, the Phrase shit rolls down hill if that aint fucking true I don't know what is. I hated the tasks they sent me on, I hated the labor I had to do, in fact I hated the people I was around, this was not me. I was not a scholar, I was not someone fit for this life. But they insisted on change, they insisted on opening my mind up to other path’s and another life. I was told I am letting my passions get too out of control I was told I need to open up past the Deava in me, I was told that I needed to focus on my training. In fact this was all told to me while I was learning of Kindred, learning of who we are, learning of what we do in our unlives, or Requiems as it was told to me. Perhaps all of the pressures that was unyielding is what forced me to leave as quick as I did.

Before I was released, Before I was finally able to leave his side and make my own path. But most of all before they viewed as my own kindred, I was followed by Victor one night, it was a special night to me as he watched me go to my mothers grave now 15 years after the fact, 1984 as I placed flowers on her grave, I sat there for several hours just talking to her. Victor finally interrupted, scolded me that I needed to let my humanity drop let go of this I was no longer the kid who’s mother got killed, I was no longer any of that, but I had the potential to become something greater, I had the potential for transcendence, to lift past the bonds that we as kindred have, move past the limitations and follow the great work. Next night I found out they had her body exhumed, they made me watch as they burnt it, as they destroyed what I held onto, her body burned as I was chained, I lost myself to the beast trying to run from the fire, trying to kill those who did this, trying to get away, but the strength of the chains was tested, and did not break. I was released by the beginning of 1985 and I distanced myself from the lessons of the Ordo, I distanced myself from there fucked up views, and I started making a way to get out of Sacramento. ((More ties for Sacramento if out there)) I was finally ready one night as I begun to pack up, I dropped a letter off to Victor telling him he will always be my sire but there is a different path for me to take, I thanked him for everything as I left, changed my number and looked to greener pastures.. but where were these greener pastures; I looked over the land and decided my next stop was LA...

On my way to LA I ran into Jerrod Chambliss who was serving as a Vassel to William of Hawke, , yes the same William of Hawke who is the Childe to my Great, Great, Great-Grandsire Cecilia Langston, he was in a bit of Trouble as he was being attacked it was 2 ghouls, 1 Vampire on a mission to stop him from serving his Lord. I don't know why I stopped I don't know why I was there, hell I don't even know who they were or what they were sent for.. ((perhaps negitive ties?)) I just know I got involved. I helped the person who more than likely was going to be in Torpor, and perhaps seen the sunlight. Now you bring in a young Daeva who knows how to fight, who still has a hero complex, and is unexpected into the fight numbers got evened real quick. I went after the Vampire first, he didn't even hear me or see me coming as my Punch Dagger slid into his back with one quick blow. By the time he reacted, the second strike was already true. He got in one shot on me as he screamed at his ghouls, and than my third strike was in and he was down. Now Two Ghouls one already injured against Two Vampires even though one was injured isn't much of a fight, in fact they made quite a nice Snack as the dust settled, I looked at ::Unnamed person:: he looked at me, and there was a mutual understanding he ‘owed’ me. As I made it to Los Angeles I started making a name for myself, started building up a gym, started training people in fighting in boxing, in grappling and I learned that teaching kids is the same as teaching Childer/ghouls. I also started seeing things with the other Covenants, things that I never noticed because I so hated what I was, where I was, what I was doing that I was just in pure misery. I heard many times a sort of upturn in someones voice when they had to deal with the “Vagrant” but I still continued learning, I cashed in what was owed to me, we both realized that I saved his life and he owes me a new life, he started teaching me things he was taught as a Paige, things about Quality, things about Power, knowing that your better than the other Kindred, because it just is.

After 3 years in LA 1989, he finally sponsored me to the Invictus, I suprised the Kindred gathered to judge if I was worthy enough to Join the ranks. I showed that I am not just some stone that has no worth, that there was potential and I was already somewhat polished, it was deemed that I had enough to muster to officially become a Paige to the Invictus. ((Possibly find Invictus Mentor here if a pc wants to take him as a paige if not will use npc)) It was two years from that date that it was finally ready, I had joined the ranks of the Unconquered, gone was Master Evans, gone was the Vagrant that no one gave a chance to, and gone was the unpolished Kid who still hated himself and what had transpired in his life. Now I was Mister Evans. I had shocked everyone and heard whispers of being aspiring when I petitioned both the Soldiers Guild of Tomesha Valley as well as the Grooms Guild. But I was able to serve out both guilds and Graduated them both now it was in the early almost mid 90’s and I was known as Mister Troy Evans Soldier and Groom, Soldier was my primary focus though, that was what I was best at and well with the Invictus you learn quickly that you will always be the best at your function, no use for a Jack of All trades master of none, instead if you are a Master in one maybe two Trades you serve more use. I more and more started showing up to Mass, looking at the Views of the Lancea Sanctum.

When word of the coup came my way, I volunteered to assist, I went over there with the first wave to help take the city. I finally made a name for myself as William of Hawke was impressed, I decided to stick around Vegas and continue making my path.