Luthor Krikorian
unknown generation Tzimisce priest
Appearance: With a tall, angular frame and the face of an angel
topped with wild white hair, Luthor cuts a striking figure on
those nights he chooses to be a man. Sometimes he molds his
flesh into that of a beautiful woman, or occasionally into
an amalgam of the two. In any form, he prefers loose-fitting
clothes and jewelry of an ecclesiastical style. When preaching,
his words ring with the strength of his faith.
Born somewhere in Georgia during the Great Depression, Luthor
was a mild-natured Baptist minister until the night a Sabbat
nomad pack rolled into town and thought it would be fun to burn
down the minister’s house and bestow the curse of Caine on him.
The experience shattered Luthor’s mind and his past life is a
forgotten memory. Now Luthor is a servant of the Dark Father,
a true believer in the will of Caine, and the evil of his
degenerate spawn, the Antediluvians.
Detroit is the crucible of God. The kine bicker and fight among
themselves, spreading unrest and confusion. This is a gift from
on high, because as the kindred are bound to the kine like
parasites, they will not see the Cainites moving against them until
it is too late. As a doctor would cut out the festering tumor to
save the patient, the daughters and sons of Caine will save Detroit
from the wretched cowards that dwell within it! But the idea of
encountering the kindred face-to-face fills him with secret
foreboding, even though he must appear brave and resolute to his
fellow Sabbat.
At yesterday’s weekly esbat sermon, your ductus Caitlin Harken told
you and the rest of the pack in excited words that you all have been
chosen to slay the Prince of Detroit himself. While the others
cheered and howled in pleasured, you had to force yourself to give
thanks to Caine for this “blessing” that has been bestowed upon you.
While Caitlin is a hardened warrior whom you have no doubt could defeat
a Camarilla kindred, even an old and corrupt one like the Prince, you
have no such confidence about your own abilities. The elders of the
Camarilla are evil incarnate, and it is your sacred duty to slay them,
but you always secretly hoped you would never have to encounter them
yourself. But now you are trapped. Admitting fear or showing
hesitation would be worse than death itself, so you must put your worst
fears aside and try to focus on what lies ahead.
Caitlin has told you that one of the spies in the Camarilla named
Terrence Aburto that has provided much of the useful information for
the attack has asked to be smuggled out of the city, like a typical
Camarilla coward, even though you secretly envy him. However, it will
be necessary to meet with this Aburto once more to ask some more details
about possible hiding places the Prince may use once the invasion is
underway. The Sabbat are moving in tonight, so there is little time
to waste.
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