Name: Cam
E-mail/IM: csharpe90@yahoo.com
RP Experiences?: Seven years online, zero pen and paper, though I do own the WoD and V:tM books.




Name: Darin Morviro Saine
Nicknames/Alias: N/A
Age: Darin was born December 6, 1972, making him 37 years old.
Aesthetic Age: He was embraced in 2003, and so he appears to be 31 years old.
Sexual Preference: Straight

Species: Kindred
Lineage/Clan: Assamite Neonate
Sect: Independent
Power: Celerity (**), Obfuscate (*), Quietus (*)

Appearance: Darin’s sandy-blonde hair is kept very short, around an inch in length everywhere except along the sides of his head, where his hair stays permanently close-shaven. His lightning blue eyes set into his clean-shaven face are one of the Assamite’s more striking features, especially with his skin growing gradually darker, though at the moment he simply appears to have the same tan common to most American soldiers returning from the Middle East. For the most part, Darin prefers to keep the thousand-yard stare instilled upon him during Recruit Training at Parris Island, giving him the appearance of staring right through the person he’s talking to.

As a former United States Marine, Darin remains very muscular, though he would not be considered bulky. He was no strongman competitor, just a grunt. Combined with his average height, 5’8”, this build gives Darin a rather average overall appearance. He could be just another young American adult making his way in the world. He has no scars on his body, though he does have three tattoos. The largest is the eagle, globe and anchor symbol of the Marine Corps tattooed on his chest, right above his heart. Vertically down his right ribcage are the letters “USMC” in an old English font, and the Marine motto “Semper Fidelis” is scribed across his back, ending at either shoulder.

Fashion Sense/style: A holdover from before his time in the American military, Darin is a jeans-and-t-shirt kind of guy, preferring to be comfortable in his clothes than impressive. Most of his shirts bear images or slogan’s of Darin’s favorite bands, with MetallicA dominating the set, and other American and British heavy-metal legends entering the fold as well. His jeans are all well-worn, though remarkably free of any gaping holes or tears. When dressing casually, Darin has both a pair of red Aasic and a pair of blue New Balance running shoes. Of course, for more formal occasions, Darin still has his Marine Corps uniforms. His “Charlies,” or summer uniform, consists of a short-sleeved tan shirt worn over a white t-shirt, a pair of double silver bars adorning either side of the collar, tucked into blue pants with a red “blood-strip” running vertically along the seam and cinched with a tan belt. His “dress blues” are the traditional coat and pants seen in Marine Corps commercials, though as Darin was an officer, his uniform is all black, the only color being the gold of his buttons and the silver bars of rank on his epaulets. His shoes with both uniforms are black and shined until Darin can see himself in them.

Personality: Due mostly in part to his training at Parris Island, Darin is a very driven and aggressive individual. Discontent to sit idly by, Darin is exceedingly more comfortable taking action towards achieving his goals. Darin respects those who are upfront and honest, and has no patience for the word-twisting and mind-games of Kindred politics. If there is a problem, it should be eliminated, end of discussion. Darin is also cursed with the lack of a decent filter between his brain and his mouth; he’s going to tell you exactly what he thinks, when he thinks it, with little to no thought of the consequences. Darin often comes off as cold or uncaring to those who do not know him well, as he is slow to trust anyone who doesn’t earn it. However, once his trust is earned, Darin fulfills the old saying about any United States Marine: no better friend, no worse enemy.

History: Darin was born and raised in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. His father, a Vietnam veteran was the manager at the local Sears store, while his mother, a former hippie, stayed home to look after their son. Despite the negative impact the war had had on his father, Everett Saine raised his son in an attempt to instill the three core values of the Marine Corps of Honor, Courage and Commitment into his son. Darin spent much of his free time playing with the neighborhood kids, dashing through the streets, climbing trees, all the stuff young American kids were expected to do. Even at this young age, Darin was a fighter. Throughout his middle school and junior high years, he developed a reputation of somewhat of a bully, often harassing younger or weaker kids into giving him their lunch money, or simply thrashing those who pissed him off badly enough.

The influence of bands such as Metallica, Guns N’ Roses, and Megadeath did little for Darin’s attitude, and by the time he was in high school, he and his friends had delved deep into the drug culture of the 80’s, much to his parents’ dismay. It appeared that Darin was destined to die of an OD when something little short of a miracle happened, though some would call it a curse.

When he was 17, on a typical night of boozing and shooting up, Darin’s car was struck as he dashed through an intersection. Darin ended up in the Intensive Care Unit of the Our Lady of the Lakes Hospital, but would recover. The five passengers of his car were all killed, as were the four occupants of the other vehicle, who had also been drugged up teens from Darin’s school. This event opened his eyes to the path he was on, and when he was eighteen, Darin decided to turn his life around by following his father’s military footsteps, enlisting into the United States Marine Corps and shipping out to Parris Island two days after he graduated.

Recruit training was hard on Darin. Physically he was fine, but he had a hard time breaking the individual mentality he’d worked so hard to develop throughout his life. Nevertheless, Darin finally got the picture, and earned the title Marine. He was assigned to the 1st Battalion 1st Marines (1/1) as an infantryman, and was quickly deployed with his unit in Operation: Desert Shield, as well as Desert Storm, though he saw no actual combat. In 1992, his unit was deployed again to Somalia, where Darin, now a Corporal, led his fire-team in such a way that his team never received a casualty. Upon return to the States, Darin was meritoriously promoted to Sergeant, and entered the Marine Enlisted Commissioning Education Program (MECEP) program, attending Louisiana State University to earn his degree in Chemical Engineering.

Darin graduated with his B.S. in 1998, and with it, his promotion to 2nd Lieutenant. He remained an infantryman despite the relatively peaceful time, and was promoted to 1st Lieutenant after a year. At the time of 9/11, Darin had attained the rank of Captain, in charge of Alpha Company of the 1/1. When the United States invaded Afghanistan in 2001, Darin’s company was one of the first to take the fight to the Taliban. Again Darin served with distinction, his natural aggression and boldness channeled into his tactics, and he won several victories against the regime. Despite the fact that he was an officer, Darin liked to lead from the front, putting his boots in the dirt right along the men he commanded, much to the dismay of his superiors.

Two years later, when the United States invaded Iraq, again Darin’s company was at the forefront, taking part in key battles in An-Nasiryah, Al-Kut, and participating in the taking of Baghdad. This is where Darin’s front-line attitude would be his downfall. During a routine night-time patrol in Sadr City, what would later become a hotbed of American death, Darin and the team he had attached himself to were alerted to screaming coming from a squat warehouse. Breaching the door by the book, Darin’s team quickly rushed through the building, only to find nothing. At least, not at first. Then they were everywhere, dark figures with swords, dressed in much the same manner of the fanatical fedayeen fighters. His men fought hard, but bullets didn’t seem to affect these…Darin would never call them people, but rather things.

One by one, his men were cut down, until only Darin remained. He fired until his clip was empty, then attacked with his bayonet. Rather than being killed outright, the apparent leader took an interest in this light-skinned man who had the heart of a warrior. Ordering the other men to restrain Darin, this man bent to the Marine’s neck, and Darin saw with horror fangs unveil themselves just before the man bit deep into Darin’s neck. Darin could feel the blood draining from his body, his limbs growing numb, everything growing weaker and weaker, the edges of his vision began to blur and fade. And then he felt a single drop of liquid upon his lips, just before he blacked out.

When Darin awoke, the man was standing before him, a calm smile on his face. He introduced himself as Hassan, and called himself Darin’s sire. When Darin did not respond, Hassan went on to explain what had happened, that Darin was now one of those fabled creatures of the night: a vampire. Darin scoffed of course, but when the day began to break and he felt sleep coming upon him, he began to wonder. The next night he woke, ravenously thirsty. Hassan showed him how to feed. Hassan explained to Darin the tenets of the Assamites, that through diablerie, the consuming of blood and soul of another vampire, they would grow closer to Haqim, the founder of their Clan. Hassan himself was of the ninth generation, which made Darin of the tenth. At night, they made their way to Alamut, where Hassan claimed Darin would truly be initiated into the Clan of Assamite. As they traveled, Hassan taught Darin of the traditions, from the Assamite standpoint of course. Namely, the Tradition of Hospitality and the Tradition of Destruction were omitted, as a good assassin did not reveal himself to a possible target, nor did he seek permission to kill. Darin was a quick learner, and rather than mope over his lost mortality, he dedicated himself to fully understanding what he saw as his newest gift.

When they reached the Assamite stronghold of Alamut, Darin’s real instruction began. He learned the art of assassination. How to wield a blade properly, how to move without being seen, everything that would aid him in his missions for the Clan was taught to him by Hassan, along with continuing instruction on the Traditions. After five years, Hassan deemed Darin ready, both mentally and physically, to be introduced to the Prince of Alamut. Darin’s time as a Marine served him well when it came to learning quickly. The Prince welcomed him into the Clan, and he was immediately told that he had a plane to catch to Los Angeles, in America. Darin would leave and arrive in a coffin, so as to protect him from the sun’s rays. From there, one of the local Assamite’s ghouls picked up the package and delivered Darin to a suitable haven. And now, with only six years of vampirism under his belt, Darin for the first time is largely on his own, Hassan having remained in the Middle East for the time being.