Randolf Anjou

Better known as Raziel Duncan Luna

I The Past

Born in the early 1300's, Raziel was the second son of a noble in france. He was given to the priesthood before he was 8 years old. His name at that time was Randolf Anjou. When he first joined the monastary in scottland, his family wanted him far away, he became Duncan: the dark haired stranger. When he was chosen to appentice to the night priest, who watched the stars and omens, he became Luna. For he was desperately in love with the "lady on the moon"...

But it wasn't until he met the real lady that he became Raziel: God's Secret. She was dressed in silver, almost as if she had come down from the heavens herself. Raz fell in love with her almost instantly. Her long silver hair caught the fading traces of moonlight cascading down from the very heavens she decended from. She spoke with only the softest of tones, coaxing him from his vigil and into the night. He was but a young man of 23.. Swornto the priest hood and all it held...

She turned on him then, in the depths of the forest, buring her face into his neck and bring him pleasure he couldn't turn away from. His master, the night priest, found him like that, bleeding the little that was left out into the forest floor, his eyes glazed with pleasure and the beginnings of death. It was his master that brought him to the ways of the Kindred, for his quick mind and sharp wit.

The change wrecked his body, causing his one envy the long dark locks that hit his shoulders to fall and leave him bald. Small scar spots trailed up and down his body that had faded with time from when he had some odd diease from helping the poor at the temple. The muscle ripped from his frame, leaving him little more then a skeleton. The change wasn't kind to him.. the only thing left to him that looked remotely his own were his eyes, thesharp emerald green of his heritage.

His master raised him now in the true ways of the night. Raz now understood the secret comings and goings of the night. Why some people saught sancuary for a different reason at their temple. He held their secrets close, while he mourned the loss of all pleasures but the Kiss. He chose to hunt at the early hours on animals, perfering their taste to humans. THe thought made him sick; to feed off humans like he was a parisite.

His life was very peaceful until one day a woman showed up. She looked like his moon-goddess, only her hair was mostly brown, with only some streaks of white. His master allowed him to see the woman. Raz was almost 250 years old.. and in this woman, he found a compainion. He vowed to help her find her daughter, his moon-goddess.

Her name was Mystrahe. Myste to her friends. She wouldn't let him stay formal. He could talk to her almost all night about different subjects, and she knew all of them. When they traveled, he would access his clan and she hers. One day, while he was waiting for Myste at a tavern in England, she came back saying she had to stay in London for a few years. Raz just smiled patiently to her and they set up monthly meetings. When they startedtraveling again, a gangrel was in their mists. Her pace matched their feet. Endlessly they searched the old world, until they finally were close. She had escaped to the new world. It had been so many decades since they started, that the trip to America was strangely long and tedious.

That night was one Raz would never forget. It was June 9th of the year 1876. Raz, Kali and Myste were approaching the haven of Astral Walkers pack. They had gorged and taken over a cathredral in Southern Carolina... Supposedly, they were still there. His memory clouds a little bit over the next part. It was all to soon that they were at the doors, that looked to have been kicked in.

Kali goes in before Myste, and Raz entered behind Myste. The room was deseptively dark. Kali didn't see the body she would trip over until she was already sprawled on the floor. Kindred bodies lay scattered besides Kine. Astral's pack had been heavily damaged, and it looks like they barely beat off their attackers. One, a young woman with hair so crimson, at first Raz thought it was blood. She was spread crosseagle with a stake in her chest.

Raz gingerly steps over her, lacerations were all over her body. Kindred or not, the mortals, or someone who came after, had liked Bodies. He remembers vividly the smell, of decay, death and blood. The smell clung to every molacule in the air, clogging his lungs. Even being kindred, the urge not to throw up were still there, and he had to hold a hankercheif to his nose as he stepped over a decapatied body. (Bodies old name: Nathaniel Gerian.) Another body was sprawled in the corner, his fingers were twisted unnaturally. When Raz attempted to take another look, he noticed the manlooked feral. He looked to be of spanish decent with claws for hands and feet, as well as pointed tuffed ears and two lumps, that he suspected were wings. The stake was shoved through his back, and looked to be only 'just' enough to stop this detirmed man. His hand was outstretched toward another body.

Myste and Kali were by this one. He moved over as well, stepping over a few more decapitated bodies. Looks like they weren't quite done killing people when the attackers left. A soft, thin wail pierced his concentration as Myste and Kali lift off two bodies. A small babe, with almost translusant skin is crying in hunger. An odd sight in such a horrorfilled place. Raz remembered the new few days in brief glimpses. They took the remaining pack with Astral back to their haven. After four years Myste left on a business trip, leaving Kali and Raz to keep Baby Astra happy. Raz had never been a father, or brother, or anything to anyone. To say that the last few years hadn't changed him would be a lie. For all his years as a kindred, he now longed for children.

So when Myste came home saying she was sending Astra away to be fostered by her Sister and her husband, Raz was crushed. He couldn't beleive she was sending his little girl away. He left that night and went back tothe old world to his monsatry, now a pile of rubble. The underground chambers were still there however, and that's where he lived until the late 1900s. He came out of hiding when summons from Myste came to him from a place called "las vegas." A week later, his clan contacted him wishing him to journey there to take the place of the nosferau that recently died. He went.

There he met Bridget Lockley and fell in love with her despately. This goddess was made of air, light and impossible dreams. Myste was there as well, acting as this goddess's senschanl. The goddess accepted him into her court and he was smitten. She said he was accepted, a thing he had forgotten since he had left his 'sisters'. Kali was there to, calling his Godess 'mother'. How odd that they three would be reuiniated. One night, Myste pulled them aside to tell them she was giving up her seat as Bridget's advisor. Bridget needed someone not so attached to her and the city. Myste got down on her knees and looked up at 'him' and asked if he would take on the mantle to be her advisor.

Raz was shocked to say the least, but he accepted and went to Bridget that night. So he stayed on as Bridget's right hand. Through Astra coming back and realizing the extent of what the Priest/mage's did to her. She, like he, Myste and Kali drank the blood of animals. Their small coterie. He knew of their demonic sides, for he knew his ladies well. He witnessed Bridget loose many people she loved in trying to handle the city.  He watched Astra slowly remember her life as his moongoddess, Astral Walker. Before, she had merely remembered her life with Ace and Wolf, her foster parents. Now, she remembered almost everything. She once told him it was like having one's legs chopped off, you can still feel them, even though they are not attached.

II The Character

Once he had been a decent looking man, at least he had looked human. Now he was almost a walking skeleton with the small round scars left from (small pox?) his illness in mortal days far more pronounced against ivory flesh. He did retain his sharp, clear emerald gaze and chiseled features, unfortantly they made a mockery of him in his present state. He is about 6'5" and very very thin. <APP 0>

Mask of a Thousand faces (The Sens.)

This is the public face of Raz. He uses it when he journeys from the sewers and above ground to deal with his above ground feeding grounds exclusive to Clan Nosferatu: The airport.  Raz is still bald, his scars have faded, he appears to have flesh and some muscle, and while he is still lanky, isn't the skin and bones he usually is.

Mask of a Thousand Faces (The Man)

This face is only seen when Raz is actually being 'cool' and the show man (and you can just imagine how often 'this' happens. In the past, it was exclusively for Myste. Recently it hasn't even been seen. He appears how he was in mortal life...

His Screen name for Posting is:  Raziel Luna

(in the Image, Raz is the one in the middle, Peter to the left (In purple), and Rose on the right (in red)

III The Sheet

Player: Mew-Chu                                        Concept: 2nd son, Priest. 

Character Name: Raz Luna                          Experience:

Clan: Nosferatu                                           Nature: Architect

Sect: Cammerilla                                         Demeanor: Martyr

Generation: 7th                                           Title: Seneschal

Morality Path: Humanity                               Willpower: 6

Morality Traits: 6                                         Conscience/Conviction: 3

Self-Control/Instinct: 4                                 Courage: 2

Physical                        Social                                 Mental

Strength: 3                Charisma 3                      Perception 6

Dexterity: 3               Manipulation: 4               Intelligence 5

Stamina 4                  Appearance: 0               Wits: 4

Talents                      Skills                            Knowledges

Performance 4        Animal Ken                       Academics 3

Alertness 4             Archery 4                         Hearth Wisdom

Athletics                 Crafts                               Investigation 4

Brawl                     Etiquette 5                        Law 2

Dodge 4               Herbalism                           Linguistics 5

Empathy 3            Melee 2                             Medicine

Intimidation 5        Music 3                             Occult 2

Larceny                 Ride 3                              Politics 4

Leadership 4         Stealth 6                          Science 2

Subterfuge 2          Survival 5                      Seneschal

                    Other Abilities

Streetwise 4          Drive                       Finances 5

City Sense 6         Firearms 4               Computers

Expression            BlindFighting 5        Lores

Scrounge              Fortune Telling        Psychology 3

Snake Charming   Hunting                   History 5

Vamp                   Cooking   2           Body Crafts

Security 5             Fire Walking          Dreaming

Backgrounds:          Influences:               Status:

Elder Gen 3              Street 4                  Acknowledged, Esteemed, Cherished,

Age 3                    Transportation 6        Well-connected, honorable, trustworthy

Resources 4                                           respected, just.

Derangements:                   Merits:                      Flaws:

Undying Remourse       Natural Linguist         Cast no Reflection

 Paranoia.                                                      Permanent Fangs

Low Self- Image

Disciplines:                     Rituals:                                   Paths:

Obfuscate 6                                                               Bottled City 3

Potence 2                                                                 Gift of Morpheus 4

Animalism 3

Thaumaturgy 4

IV The Family

Raz

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Rose    Peter