Backstory

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Werner was born in 1926, in the Bavarian countryside of Germany. He was the third oldest of six children, with two elder brothers, two younger sisters and a baby brother. His childhood was spent at the farm, helping out with the livestock, making the 4th sister go crazy while messing around with his rowdy 2nd brother.

Always told he was the naturally gifted one, strong, smart, tall with boyish charms, Werner entered school full of vigor to learn and serve his country. By 16, he learned how to dig trenches, shoot, load artillery, ready to join the action of “fighting the bad guys” that he was told by fellow friends and others in the Hitlerjugend that dominated the clubs in school. Werner learnt that, with great honour, young teenage boys like him were ready to serve the army and defend their great nation currently under attack.

It was 1944 when he finally turned 18 and was sent to back up a division near the beaches under siege from the “enemy”, along with a few of his classmates, friends–fodder. Werner escaped in fear and was later rescued, an inch of his life left when he was sent back home. Bodies in carts passed along the way, bodies of people he once knew, now in mangled pieces unidentifiable, bodies in strange uniforms emancipated and ashened, told to stay down yet he couldn’t understand why.
The smiling boy back at that farm died that day.

Years passed, his baby brother grew up and Werner could no longer recognise his 2nd elder brother, or himself for that matter. With his father dead from the war and the country he grew up in changing under post-World War Two, the two brothers drifted apart in ideology and Werner found himself having to protect his sisters from the wrath of his 2nd brother, sticking with the 4th sister who always seemed to see reason before anyone else did.
Through the tempest of trauma and ghosts that haunted him, he found refuge in enforcement-like jobs demanding an almost masochistic amount of discipline, first starting with the local police and then, with his distrust in the army, private-hire security.

It was in the mid-70s when he took over a buddy’s night shift for a secretive nightclub, when vampires tore through the guarded room and slaughtered all in sight, only to be swiftly put down by a strange aristocratic man with dark shades, then also the Sheriff and Regent for Berlin in the 70s. It was there when Otto found Werner, fading to his untimely death yet still shooting at the rogue vampires. With that he was impressed and, in a rare act for an ancient vampire in service of the Camarilla, decided to Embrace Werner with the curse of the night.

Near the end of the 1980s he met with a lady who went by Delphine, and their careless infatuation brought about something Werner never thought was possible–a half-vampire child. Delphine, none the wiser, was overjoyed but the impossibility of the situation perplexed him. Still, although aware of the dangers, he grew to love his giggling bundle of joy.

Paranoia and fear eventually seized his heart once again, and Werner couldn’t trust Delphine to keep Cecil safe from vampires. However he couldn’t explain to her the reason for his neurosis due to the risk of a Masquerade breach, and his agitation drove the two apart. His worst fears did eventually come true, with his partner turned into a ghoul and Sabbat cultists ready to kill both him and his toddler, unaware of the fate that fell on Delphine. With a final plunge of the knife into Delphine’s heart and his horror of seeing Cecil (back then as little Celine) at the doorway, he whisked Cecil away from home.

The brief few years before returning Cecil to the United States wasn’t too bad, surprisingly enough. With Cecil almost always close by his side and with the freedom to plan his directed assassinations, Werner experienced a fleeting rare joy despite continuing his violent job, as if the world was alright again with blood on his hands, heavy thoughts off his head, running away from anyone recognising him and his sweet-little-apple-strudel by his side.

Work got tougher as he took on the international tasks while living in Brooklyn, performing daywalking rituals upon rituals to stay awake and keep his double-life of being a normal father by day and a vampiric hitman by night. With virtually no sleep that spanned for a decade and the stress of raising a growing “delinquent tomboy girl”, Werner relapsed into his neurotic paranoia once again with every clash and argument he had with Cecil.
Still, as a Hound working for Otto, his fellow Hounds Tommy and Ece eased up his workload given by Otto. Werner could keep a precarious line of balance while still being somewhat there for an increasingly emotional teenager.

All of that changed on that fateful day in 2006, with Tommy’s betrayal to the Hounds, Otto’s death and Ece mortally wounded and missing. Werner was left fighting against others who vied to be the Prince’s right hand, all while named the next Regent to take on his sire’s place. On top of missing his son’s performance at school, one he promised to watch for once, life at home finally fell apart and work consumed what was left of his fading energy and spirit. He eventually rose to become the face of authority and magic in Berlin, a Sheriff and Regent just like his venerated sire before him.

At the back of Werner’s mind, there was an itch that told him that he was making the same mistakes once again.

Relationships

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Appearance

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Abilities

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Concept

Come to think about it this asshole can't catch a break innit