{SoC} Logan of Clan Brujah

I was born Logan Storm in the year 1532 in Essex England, the son of a farmer.
I remember as a child my father being a lot of fun and taught us boys to defend ourselves against the normal things of the time, but he also taught us respect and honour. 

My mother was a beautiful woman that worked hard side by side with my father, she taught us to be good hearted men and to treat others as we wished to be treated. These are the best memories of life I have and I cherish them. 

On Nov.15th 1540 all that changed. Me and my brother were laying in bed when we heard a howl come from outside. It woke us quickly from our sleep, and seemed to be very close. We heard our father moving around down stairs and I ran to the ladder looking down. He as half dressed and getting his axe. He turned to look at me and placed a finger to his mouth and quietly told me to go back to bed, and he moved toward the door. I of course did not I moved back to the window and looked out. I watched as he walked outcall I could see from the lantern he carried was his dark outline in a small area of light. He took two maybe three steps and all the sudden the window in front of me was red. I couldn't understand why the window had turned red so suddenly, was it magic of some sort. Then it hit me it was my fathers blood, covering the window in front of me.

Suddenly I heard the door down stairs get ripped apart and heard the splintering of it as it burst inwards. My brother jumped up so fast he knocked me back behind the bed as he ran to the stairs. Next I heard my mother scream and my body went numb from terror. Then my baby sister started crying, I heard my brother yell something about a beast and within seconds silents. Deafening silence unlike I had ever known. I laid there waiting for my own silence to draw near, but alas it never came. I must have laid there for days afraid to move afraid to sleep afraid to look. I finally got my nerve up and climbed out from behind the bed and moved toward the ladder downstairs. As I looked over the edge to the room below I saw it. 

There was blood everywhere, on the walls on the ladder ,everywhere I could see and little bits of flesh which had to be my family. I climbed down and carefully moved through the blood, so sick to my stomach yet knowing I had to look. I found no remains of my family at all, so wondered to myself if they had lived. Perhaps they were in town being healed of their awful wounds, yes of course that was it. I made my way to town and to the temple. The priest there said my family hadn't been there and they took me in.

I spent the next 3 years there and one day got tired of the religious life and moved to the streets. For the next few years I did what I had to do to live and not all of it was good, then on my 23rd birthday a man came to me said he knew my father and his name was Willium DeVoyne. He then told me the story as it truly was and how it was Garou that had killed my family, at first I didnt believe but something about this man made it become easier. He said he could teach me to fight and destroy the beast that had killed my family so many years before and I agreed, for several years I learned and learned well all ways of combat. And one day he said there was only one thing left he could do for me, he said he could make it so I never would die in combat, that I would live forever. I agreed to it cause I wanted so bad to destroy the beasts. It was that night I was embraced and I have never looked back, I relished in the power of it and the sheer battle lust it gave me.

For the next 300 years I fought destroying more and more of this Garou breed, and all the time my hatred growing more and more. One day my sire met with me and the others f the clan and said we had found a lair for them and were to attack, we all prepared for yet another battle. When we got to this old tower something just didn't seem right to me, it seemed almost as if there was a darkness here unlike anything I had ever felt before. There black malformed Garou came out from the tower, it seemed like hundreds and everything went black and dark. When I awoke I couldn't see still and soon realized I was in a tomb of something of the sort, I lost it and start fighting my way out and found myself in a room and I had been in a coffin. I made my way out and found myself in some building that I would later find out was a warehouse. I also found out the year was 1994. 

My God what had happened and where had my life gone, I also found out all my powers had disappeared and my items, it was as if I was a pup yet again but I still had one thing they couldn't take, I still had knowledge and my hatred for them. I have spent the last few years learning of this world and getting a few of my powers back to at least having them and have been told of a group of kindred that may be able to help me so I go now to search them out, this group calling themselves the survivors of Cascadia, my only hope is they will take me in for I am alone once again and I don't like the feeling much. And I also hope I don't lead the beast to my new friends.

Written by Logan Storm

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{SoC} Logan Storm
Dark Muse