Rienhardt

[Rienhardt]

Name - Rienhardt
Height - 5'10''
Weight - 195 Lb
Appearence - Look at the picture
Attire - Usually suit and tie... seriously, the picture.
Date of Birth - Unknown
Date of Death - May 16th
Place of Birth - Outskirts of RBC
Age - Unknown
Marital Status - Not Marriage Material
Relationship status - Discretion always
Sexual Orientation - Straight
Clan Affiliations - Ferrymen

Likes - Sincerity, Loyalty, The out doors, Hard rock, whiskey, vintage rum, muscle cars, foreign cigarettes, violence and banter.

Dislikes - Hypocrisy, Dishonesty, Lack of sense of humor, Stupidity, Posers, Light beer, Mini-vans, and movies that make fun of other movies.

Ante-mortem history - ''I arrived to this city as a child, an orphan, and a half starved scarecrow. I was nine years old at the time and my clothing was stained with the blood of my parents, who were recently murdered before me. I was surprised at how many children wandered the city in a similar situation, but I rapidly learned that the monstrous fortress that was RBC had an underlined hostility all to its own. Fortunately I was taken in by the rest of the godforsaken children who had formed what I could only now describe accurately to be a clan. And so, I became a tiny little thief. Almost anything we had to do, to get everything we could... which meant food.

Soon enough I was far beyond puberty (which was fun without parental guidance, especially the part about hair in strange places). Roughly a decade had gone by and the old ''clan'' was extinct. I had no job, no prospects, and my only education was in the now refined arts of stealing, and hiding. It was around that time when I was shanghaied in to a gang of vampire hunters. The man that recruited me was a familiar face from what used to be my home town, just beyond the outskirts of RBC. He had the look of a man who had just barely made it through 3, maybe 4 world wars and was looking for round 5. He explained to me over questionable drinks that the tragedies that had befallen me were not mere coincidence; that I had been born in to this office as a son of my father, and that he and my mother were slaughtered as of a result of several successful campaigns. Looking back upon that moment (knowing what I now know), I'd like to be able to say I took him seriously, but at the time I just thought it was part of an elaborate recruiting scheme.

I woke up one morning (11:07AM), hoped off a triple bunk bed and made my way through crowded halls in to a bathroom (made for considerably less people then were actually using it), splashed water on my face before looking in to a mirror and noticed that nine years had gone by. I was already an experienced hunter and had the scars to prove it. We had been organizing a large scale raid on one particular vampire for some time now and tonight was the night. One of our female operatives was supposed to lure him in to a back alley armed only with a designer dress; and I was supposed to wait for the rest of the crew before I attacked, but things between the two got hot, fast. I got jealous, careless and drained nearly to death. I managed to catch a glimpse of the nameless female operative as she hysterically called help before the rest of my crew came rushing in and I was tossed aside so the battle could unfold. That's the last thing I remember before...''

Post-mortem history - ''I woke up and I noticed as I lifted myself from the ground that I felt better, lighter, almost as if my body was floating in place. I followed a large trail of blood through the alleyway; at the end of the trail I saw my crew, stiff and lifeless, slaughtered across the street making a large single stain across the pavement. My watch was broken, time had stopped.

I wandered aimlessly through the ghettos, with little clue of how to get the powers I had fallen victim to until one by one, a hand full pires crossed my path and nudged me in to motion, each in their own way, and some unwittingly. Without a doubt, my first introduction to Guilds and Shops came from Vespertine, he was kind enough to give me my first map to the city; I suppose it wasn't a huge effort on his part, but it had a huge effect on me. There were of course others that did more then just nudging me. These pires that pushed me around back in the hay day will remain nameless for now; suffice to say that little motivation can compare to the thought of ''I'll show them''.

Eventually I came across a Heorotian building and when I knocked AQelDroma answered. I was a bit of mouth back then and our first conversation was no exception. No one was as surprised as I was when I was admitted to their training facilities. Shortly after that I was lucky enough to witness what may be considered the last great war between HoH and Ygg form an insiders point of view. It was in those war meetings where I met the rest of the clan; the biggest influences came from CBK, Pandrora, lusty (nolovejustlust), and Veronique. These pires gave me insight, support and direction when I needed it the most. It was a real shame they had to leave.

Shortly after Aqel Dorma, Pandrora and CBK left the city; leadership of Heorot was given to CrimsonClover. And I was still a mouth. I had gotten myself in yet another situation that had the potential to get as messy as busted artery and CrimsonClover (who was unavailable at the moment) called upon her lady Michiru to dress the wound. Not only did she do that, but she also managed to suture my mouth shut as well. I think it was around that time I noticed that women like their men quiet, because right after the echo of my voice had died out she took me under her wing.

I don't think I've learned more from any single pire then I have from Michiru, good and bad. Some time in to my tutelage she offered to sire me, aside from the fact that I wanted it, it seemed a bit over due. I had recently left Heorot (Because damn near everybody else did), and I had been under Michiru's wing for so long we already felt like sire and childe. However, for reasons I'll keep to myself, that wasn't possible. I decided it was time to part ways.

At least I still happened to be in a committed relationship with the beautiful and beautifully insane Gallagher; or so I thought until that ended. So I proceeded to wander aimlessly again, dodging a few bullets here and there until one hit me square between the eyes. I received an offer to be sired under Mandolin some what out of the blue and for reasons I really haven't given much thought, it just to fit. The more time passes the more I realize that siring under Mandolin and joining her family was a wise choice.

Some time after that, a war broke out. Genius that I am, this is the time I chose to join the Ferrymen. Shortly after being admited in to the training halls I graduated to full on Ferrymen; I joined the war as soon as my superiors allowed it. The war was long, hard, and a lot of fun. The end of the war registered a lot of caualties and a new found respect for much of the warriors on both sides. I remain a Ferrymen to this day.''

Fun Trivia Facts!:
1 - Rienhardt can lick his eye brows with his tongue
2 - Rienhardt can win a game of Connect Four in only three moves.
3 - Rienhardt once ordered a Big Mac at Burger King, and got one.
4 - Rienhardt can kill two stones with one bird.
5 - Rienhardt can touch MC Hammer.


His powers are as follows: Second-sight Suction Surprise Perception Celerity(3) Stamina(3) Shadows(3) Thievery(3) Locate(3) Telepathy(3) Charisma(3)

He is sire to one other vampire, including: Coldy (2309 pints)

His lineage runs as follows: Mandolin (36341) and the master vampire ophelia (19884).

His siblings include: Spinner (1585), Lynny (4831), Bambii (127), FemaleKyo (7154), september grey (8262), Count Bloodcnt (12479), Silence (12727), Cadence (16998), Dead one (25666) and Machine (26351), (and a few others that aren't mentioned here).

Ok so I know that some of you had already seen this, but Laurel made me post it.