originally blue, now so pale as to be white
silver, unkempt, and long
wooded areas of the southern
Vayle was Embraced apparently at random; he never
knew his sire, except for the night on which his Embrace occurred. Vayle is
originally from the area now known as Scandinavia. His Embrace was during the
endless night of that land's northernmost reaches, and his sire left him to fend
for himself in that barren, snowbound land. Originally a resourceful mortal,
Vayle was able to do well enough, surviving mostly on the blood of animals; in
his first years of unlife, he still understood enough of human nature to know
his former kin would fear and hunt him if he fed too often on human blood.
Still, a natural curiosity led him to watch humans closely, and it was only a
matter of time before he found himself following a boating party out to sea. The
end of that voyage was in the northernmost reaches of what is now Canada, and he
eventually found his way to the Great Lakes region and even farther South. For
millennia, he remained in the wilderness, losing all trace of human nature, and
gaining the grudging respect of many Garou.
For over a thousand years, Vayle was entirely outside
any society, and certainly was not involved in Cainite politics. He knows
nothing of the Camarilla or Sabbat (or even of the Gangrel, though he recognizes
other Gangrels as related to him somehow), and cares nothing for their
bickering. His sojourn in the wilderness has left him with little real care for others
(except as interesting animals), though he has incredibly high empathy. He feels
the pain of others acutely; however, his animal nature is so evident that he is
usually very calm, taking a “what will be, will be” attitude. This
combination of empathy and calm leads him to wonder about anyone in pain, and he
desires to communicate with them, to help them become as calm as he.
Unfortunately, his time away from society also left him without any
understanding of modern language (though he shows a precocious ability to gain
the understanding of any language), and an encounter with a prankster faerie
left him without a tongue and with a distinct phobia toward the Fae. Recently, he has been drawn to urban areas for no
better reason than “why not?” He was tired of the trees, apparently.
Vayle is a highly empathic creature. He moves and
acts very much like an animal, and has reactions similar to those most mammals
would have in various situations. He likes very much to sit in a room watching
others and doing very little else. He treats humans simply a another breed of
animal, closer to the Beast than most might believe. Those who are patient
enough to take the time to communicate with him will find a wealth of knowledge
about the wilderness, the Garou, and more information on the Fae than most could
provide. However, he is quite an eccentric fellow, and must be treated gently.
He does not lose his temper easily but will fight if attacked. In his centuries
of day-to-day survival, he has picked up by instinct skills more often
attributed to other clans, and has more than a few surprises up his
sleeves…although he seldom wears sleeves.
Back to Schizophrenia Central
Copyright ©2000, 2001 Adam Rutledge