# Zzuldor
### Overview
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A Camarilla aligned Dragon and too friendly a Fiend to be completely trustworthy. Don't worry. You are afforded more rights in their Domain than the furniture.
Willpower
11111 00000
11111 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11100 00000
Efficient Digestion
Physical
-3
Faceless
Clan Specific
+3
XP
10 spent for a Dot in Vicissitude.
16 spent for Backgrounds (Retainer, Resources, Domain)
8 spent for a dot in Medicine
Freebies
7 for a dot in Vissicitude
2 for a dot in Melee
2 for a dot in Medicine
2 for dots in Backgrounds (Generation & Domain)
2 for Willpower.
Gear (Carried)
Sword, Reinforced Clothing,
Feeding Grounds
Zzuldor's feeding ground consists of an entire city block in one of the more well-off portions of Baltimore.
Havens
Zzuldor's Haven consists of one of the finer houses in his feeding grounds, modified to allow him to safely rest in a basement which is filled with earth from his hometown.
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Other
Alternates between a variable & indescribable
Changes, if pressed to recall he may of been blonde.
I'm running out of synonyms for 'changes'.
Shifts every time at day break.
Zzuldor's appearance can change wildly as he sleeps. His original appearance has long since been discarded. He has appeared as humans of many different skin colors, sexes and body types and can appear normal... and at other times he can appear as utterly horrific, near alien in appearance, which he approves of as much as he does appearing as a normal human.
Born Kayne Miller from a medical doctor and a house wife, the boy from an early age set himself up as being an extremely off child. He was exceptionally quiet and only spoke when spoken to or prompted to do so. He kept himself orderly, performed tasks asked of him, excelled in school and was shaping to be a a fine medical doctor. Upon becoming an adult and a titled physician, Kayne found himself with the occasional thought of looking at himself and feeling the him he saw in the mirror wasn't himself. Often he considered taking a scalpel and cutting away till he got something more in line with what he wished for but reigned in such impulses under the common idea that he'd die before becoming satisfied from how he'd look.
It was during his time as a doctor that he'd be approached by a gentleman who looked to be carved from a famous artists' dreams. Every feature for perfect to the point that it actually gave Kayne an off feeling from how perfect the man's facial structure was. The impeccable man explained how he'd been watching Kayne for sometime and recognized the hidden desire he had for himself. Rather than feel alarmed over a strange recognizing his desires and admitting to spying on him, Kayne felt an odd sense of fulfillment to have someone who understood his wishes. The man proposed an offer to Kayne: Become his servant and he'll grant him the ability to make himself appear exactly as he wished.
Kayne accepted with no hesitation in his answer.
The next several years were spent in the presence of his Sire and taught everything the perfect man could offer him, even giving him more training in his medical skills. When Kayne finally perfected his first usage of Vicissitude and found the form he was comfortable with, he felt his old name no longer truly matched him. Reaching deep within himself, he found the name of which he'd carry on from then on, the only persistent thing to keep up with him as his appearance would change extremely constantly:
Zzuldor.
Zzuldor's Sire, as an oddity among the Fiends, was not a part of the Sabbat, something the Sword of Caine took issues with and in recent years delivered Final Death upon. Zzuldor escaped the same fate and went on to join with the Camarilla, albeit under extreme suspicion. Zzuldor minds the Traditions best as he can despite his commitment to the Path of Metamorphosis. Still, he provides the fleshcrafter's skillset to the Camarilla whenever possible, both for maintaining loyalty and always eager to put his creativity to use, either for medical purposes or to provide nothing short of the finest sewn shirts around.