Tyrus Huntree

Appearance

Height: 6’1"
Hair: Brown, shoulder length
Eyes: Brown
Skin tone: Tan

History

My name is Tyrus Adrian Huntree II. I am Kindred. And as much as I would revel in the ability to play the heartbroken angel of the night, I must admit that it would be a far cry from my outlook on my unlife. As a mortal I was born in India, although my family is not originally from there. My family was, and I would imagine still is, quite wealthy. After coming to America it did not take long for our money and influence to win us a place in high society. I was but a boy of 11 when we arrived. I spent the better portions of the next 10 or 12 years lusting after girl after girl, then woman after woman. I had not the first care in the world.........not to mention strikingly good looks. However, my carefree attitude did not sit so well with my father.

My father the man whose name I bear. It is with him that the story of my life ends and my unlife begins. At the tender age of 18 I had left home for college. What I was studying I do not know or care, but there were many beautiful young women to keep me occupied. While enjoying my 3rd year I received an urgent call from my father. The school had sent home my progress report without my knowledge.

The poor grades had infuriated my father and he informed me that he would be sending one of the best professors in the country to assist me in my improvement. I brushed his warnings off as always. Two days later, my "tutor" arrived. He seemed to be strikingly young for someone of his profession, and from the reactions of the fairer sex, hansom as well.

The first few weeks of my lessons were remarkably boring. I was not allowed to partake in any parties or women nor was I allowed to drink alcohol. These rules made weeks seem like centuries but things soon took a "dark" turn. During one of my particularly late and difficult study sessions, my tutor suddenly leaped from his chair looked straight into my eyes and asked:

Would you not like to aspire to be greater than your father, to be able to belittle him the way he does you? I had honestly never considered such a thing but it was definitely what I wanted more than anything.

He began to speak of things most foreign to me: of clans and disciplines and Kindred

After my head had been spinning for some time he put his hand on my shoulder and said: Fear not, for in time and with my help you shall understand but first I must give you something if you will let me. I agreed. Thus I was embraced.

After a year I left the college and my mentor/sire, with a full knowledge of the real World.

My mentor left me with only these words: Go, and do not simply be your own man.....Be the greatest man who ever was.