Thomas Moore

Road: At first, I wanted to give him the Road of the Abyss. On paper, it fits perfectly — secret knowledge, darkness, all of that. But there’s one sin that made me hesitate: expressing reverence for creation. Before his journey into the Abyss, he might have fit that path and surrendered himself fully to the void. But in his current state, after returning, he can’t help but value creation. The Abyss erased almost all of his memories of the real world, so now he clings to small things — blooming flowers, the smell of good food, the sight of beautiful men walking down the street. In that sense, he wants to experience life and be enveloped by it. So it ended up being something almost opposite to his nature, but very close to his humanity. Also, his sire follows that Road. Or followed it? I’m not actually sure what happened to him yet.

I like building characters through contrast — Enoch, with his chthonic nature and appreciation of life, is no exception.

How was he embraced? Did the usual Lasombra “breaking the fledgling to see how they cope” trials happen to him?

This is the hardest question, and unfortunately I can’t answer it fully because it’s part of his personal quest. Due to the Abyss and his prolonged time in it, he lost almost all of his memories. But there are things I’ve managed to piece together during session zero and in discussion with the GM.

His sire, Victorien Loyola, came to him to offer answers — and to listen. At that time, Enoch was in a very unstable mental state, deep in psychosis and obsessed with knowledge beyond human understanding (I’ll elaborate on this in his backstory below). So the offer of answers and more knowledge felt almost like mockery — like tempting an addict.

Victorien appeared to him more than once, not only in his human refuge, but also in cities and places where Enoch fought. Always somewhere at the edge of perception. (Victorien and Raymund(Enoch) himself)

As I mentioned earlier, Enoch’s mind was severely deteriorating due to psychosis. He was doing questionable things and, apparently, his research led him to something… forbidden. Possibly even by Cainite standards. At some point, he remembers engaging in a serious confrontation with his sire — after which… he somehow survived. If we can call it survival in un-life.

When he returned to his former refuge, he found the roof broken open, and inside — a large occult stone, split in half.

As it turned out, Victorien was a vampire scholar researching the history of their kind, and apparently needed an assistant with a similar hunger for knowledge. They traveled through significant cities, took part in excavations, and spent a long time researching. Eventually, they encountered a problem that couldn’t be solved through ordinary means. There is... uhh... a little bit of gay connotation. Art by sturm

Victorien is a very old Lasombra, effectively a Methuselah at this point — around 1400+ years old, though I’m not entirely sure. He is deeply passionate about his field, studying the Abyss, the Umbra, and likely many other things I’m not aware of. (Possibly for the best — for both me and Enoch.)

The “trial” part will come up in later answers so I don’t repeat myself. I hope I can convey my ideas clearly.

Here’s a track I associate with his embrace: https://youtu.be/j9Y5Pds0Ass?si=U1niQMiiE2gLsPo8 before embrace little pic.

And after in long jorney at fucking desert (he hates it, his sire seems like adore it, but... you know. The artefacts and so on. ignore boobs and my ugly trying to figure out how tf muscle work.

Who was he before the embrace? How did he take his new un-life?

This will probably be the longest part.

Short version: — a crusader of the Second Crusade; — a bastard of the Count of Toulouse; — a war criminal; — obsessed with knowledge beyond human comprehension; — arguably… something of a maniac.

Now, the longer version.

Once known as Raymund of Toulouse, he now goes by Enoch.

Raymund was born a bastard to one of the Counts of Toulouse. His father, who fought on the southern borders, saw in his son a chance at redemption — and a way to preserve the family name. His childhood was filled with games, training, and troubadour songs about the heroes of the First Crusade, shaping his dreams of knighthood, glory, and honor.

At thirteen, he was sent east as a squire during the Second Crusade. There, he saw war without illusion: hunger, disease, crushing defeats, and the meaningless deaths of comrades. Years later, he was knighted, but by then his belief in heroism had already collapsed. In its place grew a fierce ambition to claim the throne of Toulouse. Bastard or not, Raymund knew how to make it happen. War is a very convenient tool for removing inconvenient heirs. A few successful gambits, and everything was in place. It’s not a war crime if it’s your hyperfixation.

One night, however, he saw “holy men” assaulting a woman and intervened. He felt no guilt, even after realizing she was Muslim. He let her go — but remembered her face.

On the journey back through the desert to Occitania, his company dwindled: men died from wounds, illness, and sudden attacks. When only a few remained, a group of Arabs approached their campfire one night. Among them, Raymund recognized the woman he had once saved. This time, she saved him. The survivors were led to an oasis, where, in return, they were asked only for a cup of blood each.

There, Raymund witnessed an underground ritual. He didn’t understand it, but for the first time he felt something shift: darkness might not be evil — it might be knowledge. His hunger for power, his ambitions, and court intrigue lost their meaning. Something else took their place: a hunger for hidden knowledge. That thought took root in his mind and became an obsession.

Back home, he began searching for answers. Raymund spent money on rare books and scrolls, supported Cathars and secret scholars, and conducted nightly experiments. Sometimes people died. People tend to die in general — he learned that well during the war.

For seven years, he barely left his home during daylight, building a library and sinking deeper into obsession. Each new text further destabilized his mind and worsened his psychosis. Desperate, he tried to recreate the ritual from the desert, constructing a small sand-filled basin in his tower. And to reach the Abyss… he began feeding it with pure, untouched souls. just silly significant memes that describe him in two pics

What is his attitude to the Abyss? How does he perceive it?

At first, when he entered the Abyss, he was terrified — despite his determination. Over time, after about fifty years there, he seems to have… adapted. In a strange way, it calms him. For him, the Abyss has become something almost familiar. Even though he understands it is destroying him.

It’s like an abusive relationship.

I tend to imagine his Abyss as an endless, lethal, empty cosmos — but one not entirely devoid of light, filled with dead, distant stars. And yet, in the world of the living, it leaves him feeling profoundly alone. He doesn’t know whom to blame: himself for making that choice, his sire, or the Abyss itself — for taking him away from himself, erasing almost all memory of his past, leaving Raymund of Toulouse somewhere behind, traded for the one thing he valued most: knowledge. scene from session 0, where he found out how to escape the abyss. but with... a guest in his sword. Which is... his anchor. Art by sturm again. (He's my GM, btw)

Back to the Trial.

My theory is that Victorien orchestrated it through: — the onset of his psychosis in the desert; — and sending him into the Abyss for fifty years. Not that fifty years is much for a Methuselah — more like putting the kettle on while your childe deals with his issues.