The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

My wanderings for my sire didn't last long at first, surprisingly. I came or rather she came across me. She was an elder of the clan Toreador. She took me in for a short time and brought me to kindred safehouse. I lingered there for a few years but, alas, I knew it wouldn't last forever. There was......a small fallout, mainly between me and the Toreador that took me in. I beleive it was just a misunderstanding, but I also beleive it was construed be her friends. Maybe they thought I was a threat? Me? A threat? How lovely to be thought of as so. In the end I ended up forcing myself into torpor. That was a few centuries ago. Now that I have awaken and my thirst has been satisfied for now, I continue my wanderings. Oh I still stop by that safehouse every now and then. But it is still ruled by the same politics as when I left it. It is of no bother to me much anymore. I am a loner and wander.

When I awoke from my embrace, my sire was no where in sight. There seemed to signs of a struggle, I am not sure. For some reason my mind blacks out alot of that night when I try to remember. Why can't I remember?!?!?!? The only thing I have is a few pages of some book or journal. I believe it to be part of the Book of Nod. But I hide these pages until I can decipher their meaning. They are written in an ancient text which I have never seen or the few kindred I have trusted to ask, have no answers for me. And the other thing I have from my sire is the only memory I have from her. She has two tattos, one on each thigh, of a purple rose.