Jack

“You make us want what we can’t have and what you give us is worth nothing and what you take is everything and all there is left for us is the cold hillside, and emptiness, and the laughter of the elves.” -Granny Weatherwax, Lords and Ladies

Life In a lineage where most of the membership are so white they're blue, I'm the one who had an Indian father. Which is hilarious by the way. You should see how uncomfortable the others get whenever I walk into the room. I'm pretty easy to spot, if you need to leave me a message and someone doesn't know my name, just point out the 6'8" rail-thin Indian guy with the all-black eyes and a certain sartorial flair. I make no promises about when I'll be getting back to you, though; I might be reading for the next three hundred years. That's a joke! Yes, I made a joke. I might be reading for a month or two, tops. So I know what you're asking yourself. Why is he here? What could possibly have drawn a Weirdling to noisy, smelly, violent L.A. with its gaud and its... Anarchs? Why is he bothering to be so openly invested in the Sabbat here, of all places? Well, fortunately, I don't have to explain myself. That's my business, and you ought to mind your own. Unlife Work In Progress. RP Hooks Hook 1 Hook 2 Hook 3 Status Sabbat: Domain Images File:Jack2.jpgFile:Jack3.jpgFile:Jack4.jpg Logs File:Vampire.png Logs Go Here

Jack Acharya File:Jack.jpg Date of Birth: Rude! Apparent Age: A spritely 40. Concept: Horror Novelist Nature: Eye of the Storm Demeanor: Pedagogue Clan: Kiasyd Sect: Sabbat Position: Eschatologist? Maybe? Soundtrack [Link Goes Here] Title Goes Here