Introductions

I managed to get out of that building I mentioned in my last post. My Sire and the Prince both were less enthusiastic about there being more than just an experiment being ran in that place, I guess they thought it was just a Sabbat pack growing in power. No one ever suspects death robots, I guess.

Anyways, I promised an introduction, so here I am. I've never been good at these. I often sign with Connor Moore, but that's just a fake identity I snatched off a guy a year or two ago. My Sire gave me a new name, she calls me Malak. Apparently it's Arabic or something, mentioning Caine (the Bible??), along with it and something about our Clan. She rambles on like that sometimes, I think it's something that's rubbed off on me actually. I was embraced 30 years ago in the mid 90's, but I was born in 1966. So atleast she turned me while I was still youthful.

I've always been an army guy, I signed up barely out of highschool. Not much to tell, but from that point on, if there was a war America was involved in, I was likely there. By the end of my long career, I had made my way into the Special Forces, finding myself in the shit in all new terrible ways. It was at this ending, that my sire found me. She found me during my deployment in the Iran-Iraq War.

Half dead and missing limbs, she was standing over me and just examining me. To this day, she won't really talk about why she took me. A white dude in the middle east? I must have been an invader to her and she still took me in. She said she had been following me for some time, all around the world. Her reasons were her own. Elders right?

She ghouled me, and for 10 years I served her. It took some getting used to. I could never go home, I would never see my family again. I still say that I truly did die on that battlefield, despite everything.

Those 10 years were some of the toughest training I had ever endured. Loss of limb was common, but she wouldn't let me die. She'd always say it'll make me stronger and would give me blood to help me grow it back (the grossest feeling btw).

After those 10 years, it's been nothing but seeing parts of the world I never knew existed. So I have existed as a kindred, willfully serving my sire in her war against all that stands against us. I could go on and on but I'm not trying to write a thesis.

So, to sign as who I truly am, and it's wonderful to meet you all

• Malak, Warrior Of Haqim