Name: Tanith Kosmar

Generation: 7th (Through Diablerie)

Clan: Tzimisce

Disciplines: Animalism, Thaumaturgy , Vicissitude

Personality: Inhumane and sadistic, as almost all Tzimisce are, Tanith is right at home amongst the vicious ranks of the Sabbat. A powerful fiend of moderate influence, Tanith wields her dark powers with reckless abandon, often intimidating shovelheads into subjugation, having amassed a small cohort of fledglings. Despite her overbearing brutality, Tanith is extremely good at thinking on her feet, being a capable manipulator, who can turn the tide of a deteriorating situation to her favour with effortless ease.

Admittedly forwards thinking for a member of the Sabbat, Tanith will not charge blindly into a fight, and acts more out of her own accord than anyone else’s, only loosely aligning herself with the Sword of Caine.

Unlike most Sabbat, Tanith operates-to an extent-within the Masquerade, not because she is worried of being discovered by Kindred or Kine, but because it grants her the element of surprise, which she can then use to gain the upper hand against her unsuspecting opponents/victims, as she strikes from the shadows.

Tanith has two bloodhounds that she has extensively modified via the use of Vicissitude, her “suka’s”, and she uses them to aid in the sadistic games she plays with her captives.

Appearance: Tanith has no fixed appearance; often using vicissitude to flicker back and forth between forms of extreme beauty or immense grotesquery, depending on what mood she’s in, however she prefers to frequent a look that bares a vague resemblance to how she appeared in life, albeit with a thoroughly enhanced splendour, and often with a few weaponized bone fragments, or pieces of skeletal armour thrown in for good measure.

A partially shaven head of shoulder length blonde hair cascades loosely to the right, the left side of her scalp completely shaven, exposing a glistening pale scalp. Striking emerald eyes that adopt a bold assertiveness adorn her slightly mouse-like face, elegantly slender lips form a vicious grin-that promises dark and mortifying things-, a slightly stout nose runs gracefully down her likeness, and sleek eyebrows of a darker brown run neatly above her eyes.

She stands at about five foot six, and has a body that most would consider gorgeously curvaceous, filling out in all the right places.

(Somwhere between theese two)



Biography:

Born to a life of wealth and privilege, Tanith was raised by a family of well-off businesspersons, and from a young age was afforded every luxury that she so desired, being pampered and spoilt. Of liverpudlian descent, whilst Tanith was still extremely young her parents migrated to Hammersmith-in London-where the young girl was privately educated by a mixture of tutors and some of the leading schools in the country.

A clear sufferer of both antisocial personality disorder and narcissistic personality disorder, Tanith was subject to the treatment of several different psychiatrists and therapists over the years, with none of the professional intervention ever seeming to bear much fruit.

Her domineering arrogance and expectancy of special treatment often left her at odds with both her educators and peers, leaving her with a serious lack of friends during her time at school.

Being home schooled until the age of twelve, Tanith’s transition into private education was awkward, to say the least.

Despite her grandiose opinions of her own academic skill, Tanith quickly became confronted with the realisation that she was not perhaps as intelligent as she had previously believed, being towards the lower bracket of the student body, in the majority of her classes.

Just about managing to leave school with the grades required to get her into a decent college, it was one seemingly insignificant trip to the Poiana Brasov skiing resort in Romania, that would eventually seal her fate.

After bidding her parents farewell, Tanith boarded the plane to Romania, along with several of her classmates and teachers, expecting to be in Eastern Europe within three to four hours.

Nearing the end of the flight, the plane experience what was allegedly an “engine malfunction”, before plummeting down into the Făgăraș Mountains, crashing into the Southern Carpathians.

It was during this period of time, scrambling across rocky cliff faces and stony peeks, that Tanith finally found that she had a true knack form something in life: Survival.

Accompanied by a small group of terrified teenagers, the young girl led the expedition through the inhospitable mountainous ridge, helping her peers to survive, for once feeling like she was being appreciated for the magnificent being she really was.

It was when supplies begun to run low, that she showed her true colours.

Efficiently killing her comrades as they slept at night, Tanith cut off all the meat that she could with her Swiss army knife, before stuffing the human chunks into her backpack, and set off into the mountain range.

Several days later, running dangerously low on cannibalistic rations, Tanith stumbled upon a lone castle, erected amongst the peeks of the Southern Carpathians.

Near exhaustion, the young girl ventured further towards the fort, being greeted by an authentic construction of ornate stone, gigantic turrets, and stained glass windows.

Knocking on the buildings large wooden doors, Tanith was immediately set upon by creatures that were more horrifying and twisted than anything even her darkest nightmares could have conjured, the beasts bashing her to the ground, and pinning her down.

Seemingly moments from death at the hands of these outlandish monsters, the disembodied remains of her classmates fell from Tanith’s backpack, spilling out onto the floor. Suddenly, the nightmare creatures fell back, allowing a rather perplexed young girl to stand to her feet.

Emerging from inside the castle, there came an elegant figure that carried himself proudly, and-despite being a man-possessed more effeminate beauty then any women that Tanith had ever laid eyes upon.

Referring to himself simply as Aldrez, the graceful gentleman praised Tanith on her “ingenuity” and “resourcefulness”, before courtly inviting the young girl to join him within his humble estate.

Whilst inside the castle, Tanith became subject to many terrifying and malicious sights, getting a look into the twisted subconscious of the immensely powerful Tzimisce vampire.

Whereas most would have fled screaming from the fortresses’ cobblestone walls, Tanith firmly grasped hold of the opportunity that presented itself, complementing Aldrez on his fine work, and inquiring as to how he had managed to craft the twisted creations that littered his home.

Entranced with the young girl, Aldrez promptly embraced her, inviting Tanith to stay with him within his dread castle of nightmares.

Spending the next few years under Aldrez’s dark tutelage, the Tzimisce educated Tanith in the ways of the night, imparting upon her his immense knowledge of Vicissitude, and his aptitude for blood magic.

When news reached the pair of the death of the Archbishop of Los Angeles, they migrated to the city of Angels, Aldrez taking charge of that particular sector of the Sabbat, with his childe working closely under him.

Taking a much more aggressive attitude then his predecessor, Aldrez spent the next few weeks hounding the Camarilla like never before, orchestrating surprise attacks on the Vampric community, foiling them at every turn. However, the Tzimisce created a lot of noise in doing so, which eventually drew unwanted attention to the Archbishop, in the form of the remnants of the Los Angeles chapter of the Society of Leopold.

An elite squad of hunters tearing down upon Aldrez’s temporary place of residence, a frantic conflict ensued, with the Tzimisce sending his personal retina of Szlachta against the attackers. Using the frantic situation to her advantage, Tanith sprung her trap; Diablerising her sire, before using her newfound powers to thwart the hunters.

Without a definite leader, the LA Sabbat fell back into disarray, with Tanith vanishing into the night.

A few of Aldrez’s old goons still remain loyal to the young Tzimisce, and she utilizes them to her advantage, using them to help bolster her position in the Final Nights.

Name: Mr Grudge

Clan: Szlachta Ghoul

Abilities: Possessing rock hard bone armour, lethal sinew blades, and multiple mouths, Mr Grudge is a formidable opponent, even able to hold his own against some Kindred in a fight


Biography: Of unknown origin, Tanith picked up Mr Grudge somewhere along her unlife, and he has served her loyally ever since, operating as her own personal bodyguard and private enforcer.