Palles Wed Aug 31, 2011 10:34 pmThe problem with being a giant is that everybody notices.
Palles had been born somebody else, well two somebody else's, but through dark magics and the will of former slavers, he had been reborn as Palles. He had no true memories of his live's prior to his creation, though he knew that they existed, and sometimes when he slept he would remember something. By dawn those memories had fled.
Palles served Clan Tremere for a great number of years before the Gargoyle revolt, and the freeing of the clan from their shackles. He had not known what to do after that, Gangrel and Nosferatu had freed him, told him that they were his true family, but he didn't know them, what was free? When every memory you possessed was that bondage by your makers, then what the hell was freedom?
For Palles freedom had turned into essentially being a soldier for hire, he had traveled all throughout europe, and then the world. Killing. What use was a giant of a man, with little knowledge of anything beyond death and blood, and no interest in the things outside his knowledge?
Sometimes he wished his freedom had not been given to him, as a slave to the Tremere he had never worried where he'd feed without getting caught, or how he'd move about in the world without humans noticing him, for his height, for his inability to understand their lives, and for all the other things that made him ... well, alien.
But over the years he would learn some, and his benefactors paid oh so well in mortal coin, he found a human to mange it, and found that if he fed that human his blood he'd never have to stop managing it. So the slave found a way to survive, by being filthy rich. It was strange, he still didn't even really understand finance, or money, all he knew was that he had a lot of it, and no matter how much of it he handed to people in exchange for stuff, he kept making more.
Palles had been born somebody else, well two somebody else's, but through dark magics and the will of former slavers, he had been reborn as Palles. He had no true memories of his live's prior to his creation, though he knew that they existed, and sometimes when he slept he would remember something. By dawn those memories had fled.
Palles served Clan Tremere for a great number of years before the Gargoyle revolt, and the freeing of the clan from their shackles. He had not known what to do after that, Gangrel and Nosferatu had freed him, told him that they were his true family, but he didn't know them, what was free? When every memory you possessed was that bondage by your makers, then what the hell was freedom?
For Palles freedom had turned into essentially being a soldier for hire, he had traveled all throughout europe, and then the world. Killing. What use was a giant of a man, with little knowledge of anything beyond death and blood, and no interest in the things outside his knowledge?
Sometimes he wished his freedom had not been given to him, as a slave to the Tremere he had never worried where he'd feed without getting caught, or how he'd move about in the world without humans noticing him, for his height, for his inability to understand their lives, and for all the other things that made him ... well, alien.
But over the years he would learn some, and his benefactors paid oh so well in mortal coin, he found a human to mange it, and found that if he fed that human his blood he'd never have to stop managing it. So the slave found a way to survive, by being filthy rich. It was strange, he still didn't even really understand finance, or money, all he knew was that he had a lot of it, and no matter how much of it he handed to people in exchange for stuff, he kept making more.
