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 David Lawson, Veteran Who are you? David Lawson, member of the Burial Agency, retired from active duty. I stick around London, assisting others in the Church and 'friendlies' with training, information and tools to do their job, mostly involving dead apostles. How long have you been in the city? I'm a London boy, born and bred. I started a job with the Met, but I was still fresh when I encountered a Vampire being fought by a member of the Burial Agency, Simon Malmstein. I I wasn't very effective, shooting some rounds at it, but I impressed the Agency members enough that they offered me to assist them. Took a bit of hesitation, being raised a good Anglican, but they only look Catholic. I still worked the force, but I gathered intel for Simon. I was good at it. What was your greatest accomplishment in the city? In the late nineties Simon's luck ran out. There was a set of Dead Apostles working together. Five of them. Not a very common thing, and pretty dangerous. They were killing a lot of folk, and Simon went after them. He died. You might think I went after them right away. But I didn't. I carefully hid all the relics I knew Simon had. And then, I bided my time. For months I observed, watched, took notes of the five. Their habits, their powers, their personalities. When I wasn't studying them, I was asking the Church for information about past encounters. My caution had a cost. A lot of people died while I prepared. But when I struck, it was quick. The Five Burial Night they call it. Five powerful Dead Apostles. One died to a car bomb filled with blessed silver shrapnel, one dissolved into Holy Water, one pierced by three dozen holy stakes, one was stabbed in the back by a sacred blade, one shot in the back of the head point black by a blessed bullet. It went quickly. Each of them could have taken me in combat in three seconds. I did not give them one. They died before they knew they were under attack. Before they could warn each other. I was promoted to the eighth place in the Burial Agency. The spare member. I left the force, and became an ordained full time vampire hunter. An executor. Why did you stop? I could of course not repeat the complete element of surprise of the Five Burial Night. The Dead Apostles were a lot more wary. But I used that. If your enemy is paranoid enough to see signs of you everywhere, you can hide your actual movements. Launching fake attacks that always ended up like ghosts, just to force the dead apostles to get to distrust and ignore their first reactions, and then I struck. I developed contacts with every other supernatural, got chummier with the mages than the Church liked, just so they'd give me info. They called me the Panopticon. And over the years, as others fell, I rose in the ranks. And then, ten years ago, there was a Dead Apostle with the name of Bloody Mary. I pursued her. Studied her. I often think back on it. Wondering if I made a mistake. But I hadn't gotten cocky. I took due diligence. When I struck, I was sure I had her. A trap set up to cut her into several pieces with blessed blades at the time I knew she always walked through it. Except that day, the one who walked through it wasn't her. It wasn't some bystander either. It was my brother. She'd beaten me at my own game. Knew who I was, killed my own brother. She probably could have killed me. Instead, she just destroyed me. I resigned from active duty the next day. What do you desperately need? I want revenge, but right now, I don't think I have what it takes to beat her. I'm not as good as I used to be, don't have as many contacts as I once did. And I'm getting old, slowing down. quote:Name: David Lawson Shogeton fucked around with this message at 01:48 on Mar 7, 2019 |
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quote:What grand scheme lead 5 dead apostles to work together? You may be familiar with the Princes in the Tower. Edward V, king of England and Richard Shrewsburry, Duke of York. They were kept in the Tower of London in the late 15th century, but vanished It is assumed they were murdered. Their uncle Richard is the main suspect. In the 17th century remains were found, and buried as them. I have learned that none of this is the complete truth. Whatever royal politics involved was a smokescreen, and whatever was buried, it was not... all of them. Some experiments went on there, involving the young king and his brother, something that the Dead Apostles were involved in, or knew of. The five had learned about it, and were trying to find what remains. I am not sure whether it was to take it, to enslave it, or to swear fealty to it. But they were convinced that finding them would change... everything. After I killed them, I did my very best to find every scrap of information they had and destroy it. Without reading it. It is already terribly dangerous I know what I do right now. Still, I keep an extra close eye on the Tower of London.
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