Viorel Ginter

Overview

Viorel is a blunt and grumpy Ancilla from Romania. Being an Abyss Mystic he is deeply entwined with darkness mostly because he internally feels the need to drag himself deeper into it. His experiences and thoughts he puts to pen by writing Lovecraftian, psychological and gothic horror stories. He is quite travelled going from his home country to Spain and the UK and now to the USA. Viorel does this somewhat out of his own whims as seeing new places and meeting new people assists in his writing.

He tends to always have a black cat nearby whom he calls Fawn.

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Description

History

Viorel was born into a family of modest fortune and wealth that ruled over a small farming village in the region of Banat, Romania. In this situation he was granted a decent education, large dwellings, good food and a loving family. Growing up, his favourite phrase was ‘we therefore commit this body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life.’ It was a phrase that promised rest, hope and longevity in spirit. 

Going to church he found a woman foreign to the land and clearly of some wealth. He grew fascinated with her and often approached her to talk. She seemed witty and cunning with the most enrapturing stories. This lady was Lady Graçia Baltierra, a noblewoman from Spain who was exploring the world and in particular, churches. Hungry for knowledge and enraptured, Viorel at age 14 cared not for much else so when the offer came to accompany her on a religious journey back to Spain, he was thrilled. With the blessing of his parents, he sailed away where he began undertaking proper and true religious studies in the sanctuary of San Julián de los Prados, Oviedo, Spain. Coming from Banat and his fluency of multiple languages lent well for the boy as he could translate and transcribe for those who didn’t quite understand. This ended up further capturing the eyes of those who looked over the place and they began training him in the art of  transcribing which Viorel took quickly to. Given a task, he worked tirelessly to complete it much to the pleasure of those residing over him.

After two years, he decided to return home and to celebrate, his family decided to venture to a nearby cave for cave tourism. Life had other plans for him as a cave-in occurred killing his parents right in front of him Fearing for his own safety, he ran out of the cave and in the shock, returned to their home and began writing letters and notices. His aunt, sister to his mother, and her family came a month later. Her husband and their coddled son, not much younger than Viorel, came over but paid no heed to Viorel in his mourning which was fuelled into writing stories. Wine was his only solace. 

Feeling no love in the home filled with memories, he left again to return to Spain. A few years later, he was informed that a storm swept through his old home, ruining livestock, farmland, houses and the church still in mid construction. Not long after that there was news of plague that took the life of his cousin. He had no heart for them despite messages of empathy from scripture and instead laughed like a madman going as far to declare, “The damned were damned for their callousness! God sends plagues to punish stubborn fools stricken with pride.” Sickness soon took the rest of his family and although he could have left the church to return to govern it, he didn’t. There was a greater purpose to be fulfilled. The village fell to ruin and Viorel threw himself deeper and deeper into the depths of his studies.

There for him was Graçia. She called him Childe and Embraced him for remaining devoted to his scripts and holy path despite the challenges thrown his way and orchestrated by herself.  Any sense of happiness he felt growing up as a human was extinguished and replaced with calculating cruelty. During this time, he gave himself the name Dimitru Cornuta as a penname.

As a Neonate, Viorel continued writing but ventured away from Christianity towards the Abyss. It was both comforting and harsh; anything to cope with unlife that subconsciously clawed at him. It took him briefly back home in the early 1910s then to the UK where he spent most of WW1 and WW2 with fellow Lasombra before moving to America. Along the way he somehow picked up a black cat named Fawn who has been ghouled, lives with him and minds her own business.