# Auriel
### Overview
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Auriel is a tragedy come to life, something their clan would most certainly find amusing. Auriel has endured decades of abuse from both mortals and their sire. Like many victims, Auriel would like to believe that they are not defined by their trauma, but that would be a lie. Nearly every part of their physical and emotional state speaks to their trauma, including love for a sire they still cling to addicted like a drug. Maybe Baltimore will finally prove their way out, or simply add another stroke of ordeal upon the canvas.
Willpower
11000 00000
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Blood Pool
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Addiction (party drugs)
3
Freebies: 5XP Charisma 4
7XP Auspex 1
3 XP Specialties
10XP Auspex 2
4 XP Mentor Background 2
1 XP Charisma specialty
2 XP Crafts specialty
Gear (Carried)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Other
Auriel grew up among the suburbs of Washington DC. Their parents were low level politician and lobbyist, pretty typical for the area. What was also far too typical was Auriel disappearing one crisp sunny Fall morning. Despite the usual intense search and desperate pleas, the authorities were unable to locate Auriel.
What happened over the next few years is best left to the shadows. Vile, unspeakable acts. The best left unsaid, the better. The only thing that kept Auriel alive was their looks and genial attitude. Auriel saw all too many peers disposed of. Then one day a man walked into the viper's den, a man who would prove Auriel's salvation and damnation.
After a short negotiation, Auriel's captors were quickly and summarily dispatched by the stranger. Auriel never saw exactly what happened, but the screams told them enough. The handsome stranger opened Auriel's cage, extended a hand, and took Auriel 'home'.
Over the next 20 years Auriel was made into a doll, companion, canvas, ottoman, and whatever else satisfied their master's whims. There were times Auriel was dressed in fabulous clothes and made to stand quiet and still while his master talked with other pale imposing individuals. And times when Auriel was made to bear their master's frustration when things did not go just right at such a gathering. Auriel was fed from and forced to feed from their master. And their body reshaped into the image of the perfect lover by a Tzimisce acquaintance of the master.
Through it all, much as before, Auriel endured and remained demure and charming. It was for these reasons their sire finally felt the time was right for the embrace. Auriel was made a vampire, though the blood bond ensured he would love their sire passionately and dutifully.
All of that changed on the worst night of Auriel's life, which given the horror's they had faced until now was saying a lot. Darian, their sire, returned home from court looking in the full throws of frenzy. The rest of the night was a blur of violence and non-consent. Any pleas or attempts at concern were met with a hard smack. Had Auriel been mortal, even a ghoul, they surely would have been killed.
The next night, while Darian was out looking for a way to 'make up for what he'd done' that Auriel finally worked up enough courage and self-control to run away. It took every ounce of Auriel's limited willpower to do it, but he did it. He packed a bag and ran, finally ending up in Baltimore before first light. Auriel couldn't even look at the messages on his phone. Even the most degrading and insulting texts would be like a siren song pulling at Auriel to go home. But he just can't. Not now. Hopefully not ever.