Boone

Boone:

His Life:

September 21st, 1757 in the territory then owned by William Penn, a son was born into the Boone family - Christopher Tristan Boone. His parents, both Europeans settlers, came to the colonies in 1754; his father from Germany, his mother from England. Christophers' childhood was normal, and he learned practical lessons from both his parents. From his father he picked up his strong work ethics and dedication, from his mother he learned that knowledge and keeping strict ideologies would get him places. Due to his heritages, Christopher grew strong and tall. Helping his father, who was a blacksmith didn't hurt his development either. When the Revoluntionary war broke out, the chance to standup for what he believed in made him enlist. This was against the wishes of his parents, but seeing the fire in his eyes they backed down and allowed him to do as he wanted. Seeing first hand the astrocities the British did to the colonists only made the fire burn that much stronger. His first assignment was in upstate New York, in what is now known as Albany. A basic grunt. He did well and after a few missions, he was promoted to Field Seargant. Christopher worked his way up in rank as he found himself going south. Now in Virginia, he was given his own platoon to command. Their first and last assignment was a suicide mission. As any good soldier would, he stuck by his orders and followed through on them. That day on the battlefield was not kind to Lt. Boone and his platoon. The whole platoon was killed. Only Lt. Boone himself was alive as the sun went down, but when the sun would come back up over the battlefield - Lt. Boone would be no more. He suffered mortal injuries and was on deaths doorstep.

His Death: ( narrated by Boone )

The battle was lost, so was the sun. On this cold September morning, I was enlisted into the greatest army of all time. The Brujah clan. Our war was against all. But this night my last mortal war was ended with a gunshot to the stomach. I lay there on the battlefield with my troops. They were dead. They were lucky. I lay there agonizing with pain, drifting in and out of conciecness. The sun had set some 5 minutes ago, and I watched it descend, my life with it. I said my prayers and tried to make piece with my god. Then a figure approached. My hopes were restored. In seconds they would be shattered again.

This tall dark figure stood over me. Looking down at me as if he was my judge, my god. In moments he would be. He then looked to his left, then to his right. His gaze came back my way. We locked eyes once last time, then I started to fade. Black. As I lay there, my eyes closing what they thought were the last time, I began to think.....was it all worth it. Then I felt my arm being lifted. My blue uniform shirt was ripped from my arm. I cutting sensation brought me back to conscienceness. Then with a sharp breath, I screamed. This figure stepped back and asked me but one simple question. "Would you use a second chance to keep fighting for your passion of right?", the figure commanded. "Yes, yes.", I replied. Iron. Warm Iron. That is what I tasted. It reminded me of when I was young. When I was in my fathers' blacksmith job. When he was stripping metals of their rust. This taste reminded me of this. How the rust would hang in the air, and taking breathes it would find it's way to my mouth. Iron, rusted iron. In a matter of seconds, this rust taste was replaced by pure ecstasy. I loved it and desired more. So I sucked harder, wanting more of this fluid. Seven seconds later, my ecstasy was taken from me. I opened my eyes to see this source of pleasure. I was disgusted. It was this dark tall figure. I was still lying on the battlefield, waiting to die. I wasted my last few precious moments dreaming of pure ecstasy, only to find out it was this figure that provided these thoughts. What a way to die. He looked down at me, and smiled. "Get up.", he commanded. I looked at him in dismay. "I am dying, leave me in peace", I snarled. "Unlikely," he smiled, " you are dead already, now come - get up, we have to leave the Brits are coming back and we need to show you a few things". Looking down at my wound, I realized it didn't hurt so much and God, it didn't look that bad. So I got up. He pointed to the west, and that is the way we headed

His Unlife:

The next few days I spent with my sire, Nigel Scarlett. He tutored and taught me the ways of Brujah. I had many questions, and he had many answers. Some questions I asked, he could give no answers. I asked him who made him. He answered a vampire named Maxwell. I asked why. He answered the same reason I made you. Our fight needs warriors. I saw in your eyes the glimmer of fight, that is why you are here, and not in a burial pit. Five days later, we left one another. I was told to head to the territory of North Carolina to meet up with a vampire named Geoffry. He would teach me more and could use an extra hand in his cause. This was my first lesson - what a boon is. So off I went. After a few months with Geoffry and fighting the British in the North Carolina territory, I head back up north - back to Pennsylvania. Back home. My visit home was brief, and I found a new cause to fight for - hell I always found a cause to fight for. West. I traveled west, with the rest of the colonist who wanted to expand and have more that they could in the colonies. Once the midwest was settled, he traveled south. The west again. Then war broke out - civil war. Again it was time to return home. He fought with the north against the south over the rights of slaves. After this war was won, he again picked up and moved west. Running into his sire in the new port of New Orleans, his lessons were once again taken up. He learned of the sabbat, anarchs, and where the Brujah stood in the Camarilla. He learned more history and more kindred. He gained respect in his clan. No war was too small for Boone. If there was injustice being done - he was there. If the sabbat threatened - he was there. If the powers in the Camarilla began to strangle those not in power he was there. On to Mexico, Mexico City was Boone's next stop. Perhaps the biggest stronghold the Sabbat have in North America was the target. A war was waged. The Camarilla this time didn't fare so well. In time they were driven north to the California territory. The soon to be anarch states. Here he helped the powerless. But never did so in a fashion to deplete or hurt the Camarilla. Boone knew his place. He remembered the lessons of Nigel well; Brujah first, Camarilla second, personal third. Since his sympathy for the anarchs were third, he would do no action determintail to the Camarilla. When that war was finished, Boone was seen again in Mexico. This time with a band known as the "Stormbringers". He picked up the nickname "Cloud" and was leader of this band. They set their sights on removing the Sabbat from Mexico. Again, their efforts were not enough. They band did not disband though. They traveled north, through the anarch states to the cold land of Canada. Again they fought the Sabbat, in the cities of Vancouver, Calgary, and eventually Toronto. All but Toronto fell back to the Camarilla. By the time the "Stormbringers" reached Toronto they were few in number. Many battles took its toll on the group, and to this day only three members remain; Luke Deshass, Robin Hyters, and Boone. Though they haven't seen one another in 2 decades, they made oaths to one day come together to reunite the "Stormbringers" or to come to one another aid in times of duress. Boone once again tracked across the country. Making stops in Chicago, D.C., St. Louis, Milwaukee, Denver, Las Vegas, and eventually ending up back in LA... Along the way he stopped in and made friends with his clanmates in these cities. Most of the current primogen or elders in these cities know or consider Boone a friend and asset to the cause. LA.., until 6 months ago was his place of refuge. His long time friend Patrick gave him the good word in LA.., and Boone lived up to those words. Among his new friends include James, Jeremy, and Dutch. Those these three seen to the Camarilla as anarchs, he considers them friends. Many times has Boone been asked to join the anarach, and many times he has politely refused. The leaders of the anarach movement see Boone as a possible asset and treat him well. In summer of '95, Boone headed east to the newly acquired city of New York. With his friends Patrick and Dutch he traveled. Boone had his agenda, while his friends had their own. When they got to the city, the immediately seeked out a Brujah named Bane. Later that night Bane was killed. He was flawed pottery - that is what Nigel taught him - and needed to be thrown away. Boone seeing the dismay the clan was in decided to stay and put the Brujah on the map in New York. Along the way he has ruffled many feathers and done things his way. His most current fight is to eliminate Clyde Harrison - a European Brujah. Clyde, like Bane, in Boones' eyes is a sellout. Problem is Clyde is both primogen and sheriff -- positions he is not capable of handling. Boone has been working on that plan since he arrived. New York has been entertaining for Boone. He has seen two princes have reign, been blood hunted ( obviously the hunt was unsuccessful ), seen numerous kindred come and go and seen the territory demilitarized by the Camarilla - yet he sees a doorway. A doorway to where? The only the future will tell

His Nature:

This has changed more times than I would care to admit.

In the 200+ years Boone has been kindred, he nature has varied depending upon the times he lived thru. In 1996, Boone is at heart a revolutionist, a director and a visionary. He hides these behind the masks of bravo and rebel. He hopes that people percieve him to be a bully and a follower, rather than a power broker and mover/shaker.

1. Boone was involved directly with the death of the prince of LA. - False

2. Boone was at one time the sheriff of Denver - True ( Only for 4 years ( in the 1870's ), then he resigned when the then prince was killed )

3. Is an Anarch - False, but this tag seems to follow him around

4. His sire is dead - False ( using a different name )

5. Fought on the side of the South during the civil war - False