|Gang||Cult of Veles|
|Path||Path of Watchful Gods •••|
Alias(es): Volos, Leshovik, Wolf-Snake of Earth, Krampus, Chthonic Volkhvy, The Green Man
Real Name: Unknown
Apparent Age: Mid-30s
Concept: Half-God, Half-Priest
Physical description: Well built, long haired man crowned in horns. His light fur is grown through with moss. In public he dresses in relaxed clothes which can breath easily. In private more traditional furs, leathers, and wools. Alternative to either, apocalyptic tribal punk. An air of confidence wafts off him.
Relevant Mechanics: Exudes an aura of other-worldliness
Volos is an eastern european Gangrel and follower of the old Slavic religion and the cult of Veles. He walks a pagan variant of road of Heaven which implies respect for the vampiric place in the divine plan and the gods will according to the religion. He has a deep seated distaste for the Camarilla founded in that Sect's persecution of faith.
Basic Timeline: Volos admits to being on something of a walk-about from his self-imposed exile and unending struggles in eastern Europe.
Current Activities: Faith in the Movement is one thing and faith in each other is another; both he carries close to his core. Volos, however, believes that it is time for the Movement to have a much needed rebirth of faith in the Gods. He has been traveling and speaking on what it means to be a vampire, not the cursed existence banished from the plans of the divine but an existence that is intrinsically part of the divine plan.
Background: Slavic priest/god. Volos follows the old ways and has been part of the Cult of Veles his entire existence. This leads him to take that world view for granted more often than not. Until recently he was in hiding from the Camarilla's prosecution while fighting the enemies of his gods in his homelands. Circumstances inclined him not only to move on for a time but have made the world stage more hospitable to his kind... or at least crowded enough that he might be able to go unnoticed.
Cult of Veles
Eastern European Tzimisce
Irisko of the Horned Man
"I have brother, his words are, 'imejte presige'... is no quite my words."
Looking for apprentices
He's a blood mage
He's a Koldun
Trying to rally religious Camarillians to the Movement
He sacrifices people