Tybalt

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Character Information
Clan: Mekhet •••
Covenant: Ordo Dracul ••
City: Brisbane •••••
Player: Justin Walduck
Storyteller: VST Storyteller Name


Sire: Garrick Smith

Notable Traits:

Titles: Prince of Cats, Marquis de Carabas, Queen of Swords, Perigee of the Resurgent Tide

Coteries/Societies: The Ebon Tower, some jellicle group


Information Known by Kindred Society

Tybalt

History in Brief

  • 1884: Born
  • 1901 - 1902: Serves in second Boer War as a mounted rifle.
  • 1915 - 1918: Serves in Sinai and Palestine Campaign in the Australian Light Horse.
  • 1918: Embrace
  • 1920s: Tours post Great War Europe.
  • 1929 - 1934: Returns to and tours Australia.
  • 1934: Returns and settles in Brisbane.
  • 1948: Initiated into the Ordo Dracul, sponsored by Marius. Spends two years in Perth.
  • 1956: Becomes Master of Elysium of Cloudland, a secondary Elysium of Brisbane.
  • 1960: Zenobia beheads her Prince's Harpy in the Cloudland Elysium. The following week Tybalt bars Zenobia from re-entering the Elysium.
  • 1960-1963: Works with others in the court perpetrating civil disobedience against their boon broken Prince. Eventually she cannot get access to any Elysium and no kindred will accept positions from her.
  • 1962: locks the doors of the Cloudland declaring it no longer Elysium.
  • Feb 1965 - Mar 1966 - Spends a year as vassal to Batavia
  • Oct 1966 - Sept 1967: Sits on Conclave as Ordo Dracul Covenant Head. (TBC)
  • 2007: Becomes Prince of Brisbane.

Timeline

Tybalt left Australia in 1915 as an Lighthorsemen. He saw action in the Sinai, Palestine and Gaza Campaigns. He was embraced in 1918 - the small town on the coast of the Mediterranean may have had a name, artillery had left it with little else. He spent the first nights of his Requiem in the aftermaths of the daily desert battles - observing the cost of war from perspective of a freshly made outsider - living off the dead and the dying of both sides.

After the war he toured Europe, observing the scars and desperate exuberance of the victors, the shame and growing resentment of the vanquished. He returned to Australia before the outbreak of the inevitable next "War to End All Wars".

Through the 30's he toured his native country, making acquaintances and observing the Dance Macabre. By the end of the war he was back in his hometown of Brisbane.

Ordo Dracul

In his wandering around Australia Tybalt met Marius in Perth in the 1930's. The two formed a rapport and started a correspondence that lasts until the modern nights. Marius was Tybalt's first mentor and in 1948 sponsored his entry into the Ordo Dracul.

Having the Elder Marius as a mentor has been both a benefit and a bane for Tybalt. On one hand the Elder has opened many doors for him and is an example of what he could aspire to be both in the Clan and the Order. However Tybalt has become aware that Marius has also closed off paths of development that did not serve the Elder, and that sometimes he has been distrusted or dismissed as a mere puppet of the manipulative Elder.

Recent History

In the last 50 years Tybalt underwent a metamorphosis. Tonight's Tybalt is no distant observer, he is a participant and agent of change.

In 1956 Tybalt took the position of Keeper of Cloudland, one of Brisbane's secondary Elysiums. He was the Keeper in 1960 when Zenobia executed her Prince's Harpy there over the suggestion that she was dishonoring a boon. The bloodshed desecrated the Elysium, it stopped being used and Tybalt ultimately declared its closure shortly thereafter, effectively putting himself out of the position of Keeper.

The events of that night in 1960 prompted Tybalt to become active and political. He quietly advised many of the Kindred of standing in the city over the coming years, as well as sought out mentors and patrons to help him launch his political career.

In 2007 he claimed Praxis of Brisbane.

Lineage

Grandsire: Alim Al Rashid

Sire: Garrick Smith

Sibling:

Childe:

Grand Childe:

  • Adeline Fairchild

Quotes

Quotes By

"It is a reminder that even Princes are not above the Fourth Tradition."
- Commenting on the cigarette burn on his chest, given him by Teresa Tarcare
"On those first nights I would lie in the desert looking up into the stars. Crowding the sky beyond number they had a heavy presence, a weight, that bore down on me. God's purview is this infinite expanse, and what are we beside that? Less than mere motes of dust in the enormity of the desert. The question is not do I acknowledge God. I do. He made me just as much as my mother and my Sire. No, the question is: does God acknowledge me?"
- In discussion with his grandsire
"Think of her as a glacier - cold, hard, inexorable. She moves in increments of decades, grinding mountains to gravel."
- On Batavia
"Florence was always perceptive and capable. Unfortunately she was born a woman in the United States in the 1930s - a constellation under which she would never have risen to her potential. I have done nothing for her except remove limitations. I can take no more responsibility than that. All she is, all she becomes, is her work alone."
- On his childe, Florence Miller

Quotes About

"There is no more subtle creature on this, God's green Earth, than Tybalt, Prince of Cats. He even has the humility to temper how terribly, terribly clever he is. A diamond utterly without flaws. I sharpened this implement, I whet his edges. Alas, I cannot claim the pride of his creation, but only of his perfection. My Nimue. When he comes for me - and he will eventually come for me; they always do - it should be...diverting."
- Batavia, in 2012.
"Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold..."
- Batavia, after the October Conclave, 2013, quoting Yeats.
"'Subtle'? my fucking ass! Mr 'we are here to make an Elysium, but it aint Elysium yet so just hang about while I try and chop someone'? Plus... the fuck don't wear a shirt! That's not fucking subtle!"
- Mr. C
"A perfect example of the Ancillae of our kind, for a time one almost forgets their youth until they force you to remember with a reckless and ambitious plan that has no hope of success. It is in moments like these, I am reminded that Tybalt is not a cat, but a lamb on his journey. I will guide him along the way for a time, but even I am uncertain where it will end, for my journey is also unfinished."
- Lothar
"I remember when it was agreed that he would be the neutral Prince, one between the Valdyr and the Volmark. Having served within his circles and now standing here on the outside I cannot help but ask myself why we keep this man in power while he is practically within the bed of the wolves."
- Sebastian Volmark after being removed from his position and seeing thinking that 3 Valdyr held positions while the Volmark held 0.
"In the shadow of his Sire he is blind. He needs lessons in how to see and how to count."
- Tybalt after being informed Sebastian Volmark believed 3 Valdyr held positions in his court and the Volmark none, whereas the correct numbers were 3 and 5 respectively.
"Nah. It's fine. Tybalt's my bro."
- Lucky, on her incredibly unsuccessful plan to get status from Tybalt.

Conversations

"Why are you here?"
"I have been lead to believe you are a mentor to Princes. I am seeking a mentor."
“I see. And would you be a Prince?”
"I will be all I can be. Here and now I am a supplicant."
“Yes. You are.” Her silver eyes glitter. “That’s a start.”
- Batavia finally receives Tybalt on the thirteenth day of his vigil
"I don't know, man. Tybalt's like... my end game. Can handle himself in a fight. Has respect. Does whatever the fuck he wants. Funny as shit. Walks around shirtless. Makes people who fuck with him his bitch. We've got a lot in common - and everything he has and I don't, I wanna get, someday."
- Lucky, to Randy Priest

Rumors

  • Tybalt's real name is written on a shrine of remembrance in some small town in South East Queensland.
  • Tybalt is just a puppet of the Elder Marius

Inspirations and Soundtrack

Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody dared to cross his path; for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild buffalo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant. But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than down.

—Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book


Let me in, where only your thoughts have been.
Let me occupy your mind, as you do mine.


Mr Moon you walk upon the water.
You shine like oil on machinery.
You're sharper than a knife, and I've loved you all my life.
Don't leave me here alone. Please take me with you.

OOC Information

Member Information
Player: Justin Walduck
Number: 1997100167
Domain: Brisbane