{SoC} Matt of Clan Brujah

My birth name was Matthew Jacob Vanserden, but I was called Matt. I was born on nov.6th 1986 I grew up in North America in a town called Beardstown. In my early years I was very abused by my father. He would always say that if I didn’t have the strength, my life wouldn’t go anywhere.

I always had to do lots of work around the house. I hardly had any time to play when I was young. My father made me lift weights that were way to heavy for me. My mom died when I was born, so I have never seen her in my life.

One day, I was in my room lifting weights when I herd screams coming in from the living room. I saw my dad on the couch smoking some crack I had never known he had. Then I saw about 5 cops busting down the door. My dad ran to his bedroom and grabbed his revolver from behind his dresser. I don’t remember much after that, but gunshots rang out. The next thing I remember was seeing my dad being carried out in a body bag. Seeing his revolver still on the ground, I grabbed and ran as fast as I could out of the house. I didn’t know where I was going. I didn’t care. I just had to get away from the house.

I met a woman one cold night. She offered shelter for me. I gladly accepted. She really treated me well. Then, a bunch of people surrounded me, the lady said, “how would you like to live forever?” I looked confused, and then she said who she was, and who the other people were. Remembering my dad’s revolver, I pulled it out, but I was too late.

When I gained consciousness, she told me of there people, about the brujah life. I finally accepted the fact of who I was.

One day, a man came and just for no reason, attacked us. We all tried to fight back, but even my sire didn’t stand a chance. This man ripped my kind to shreads. At that time, all my fellow Brujah members had met final death. I looked around at the carnage around our once haven. I saw one brujah alive by the name of Joseph. I remembered my sire telling me that if one day you need help, go to a lady by the name of Batgirl, the prince of survivors of cascadia. Joseph and me set out. Hoping to make it to cascadia.

On our way, werewolves attacked us. Seeing our chances slim, we ran. But Joseph wasn’t lucky. He got caught by the beasts and was ripped to shreads, leaving nothing to awaken with my last scroll. Feeling the anger inside of me, I pulled out my dad’s revolver and shot at the werewolf that killed my only surviving friend. I kept shooting and shooting. I didn’t give up, and then I killed it. After that, I ran as fast as I could from the rest of the pack of werewolves. And finally made it to cascadia. And that’s why you see me always with my dad’s revolver in my inventory every day.

Holding on to the past.