Petar Novak

Blizz · 2025-06-28

Name: Petar Novak
Clan: The Dragons, Tzimisce
Sect: Camarilla, Formerly Independant
Title: Neonate
Generation: 12th Gen
Apparent Age: 25
True Age: 40
Nationality: Croatian
Height: 6'3
Weight: 220 lbs
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Hazel
His voice
His theme

Blizz · 2025-06-28

Advantages

OOO Haven:
Any Tzimisce worth his salt knows how important the safety of one's lair is, especially when your roots dig so deep into it. Peter has nested himself in the bowels of a hospital of some size in Nashville, dwelling amongst its abandoned body-fridges by day and influencing the rest of the mortals there to keep in mind the importance of security. When the funeral director arrives to pick up bodies in need of preparing for a burial or cremation, he doesn't question the unusually dry ones. It just means skipping the draining step of embalming.
- O Surgery
- O Security System

O Mask:
The good doctor, recommended by a dear academic associate of the hospital's chief executive officer. How thankful the staff is to have a professional like him onboard; so much so that they do not deeply question his strictly night-shift schedule and freedom to go out as he pleases. At least his medical skills back up the hype.

OOO Iron Gullet:
How he abhors drinking the cold slurry packed in the veins of the already dead... it drives him to even missing the literal cattle he was allowed to feed on back in his Sire's lands. But, everyone has their place in an ecosystem. No vampire can take offence to stolen prey when they are already dead and gone, and such blood would have been unceremoniously dumped anyhow. His is a thankless sacrifice. And it is all the more motivator to use combat as excuse to slake himself on warm, fresh drink.

OO Resources:
Compensated as much as a doctor of his skill should be, paired with relative frugality, this neonate's lack of hustle is balanced out and manifested as this approximation of wealth.

Blizz · 2025-06-28

Flaws

OO Twice Cursed:
He was selected not just as a good candidate to the Clan's values, but to his Sire, for purpose of servitude. For all his time in learning medical practice, vicissitude, his clan's values, history and more, he was repaying it with a butler service exceeding all mortal expectations. He kept the grounds acceptable to guests, welcomed said guests at the door, tended to his Sire's whims and, of course, was sure to show the door to any unruly interlopers. This has manifested in a psychologically enforced symptom of his clan, where his sense of etiquette disallows entering the homes of those who own them, without permission at least. And what's worse, ever since he's been sent to establish a foothold in Nashville, he has finally started struggling with a Dragon's typical possessiveness over what is his own.

OO Obvious Predator:
His duties were fairly straightforward in some regards. Entertain the guests, throw out interlopers. When it was feeding time, there was no foreplay; he'd be given his quarry and allowed to feast, the victim almost always being one or several specimens from the Sire's menagerie. Not as good as the blood of interlopers, which only served to strengthen his duty when it arose, but at least he never had to hide his predatory nature before a horse or somesuch. Nowadays his prey catches on all too easily, the good doctor's facade fading away when he's decided it is time to tap some veins. Oh well, at least the corpses do not resist...