Long ago, centuries before the Kindred had even stumbled upon the lands of Beware he was born upon the other side of the world to noble parents. The first born, Donovan Duval was raised as most nobles were. Taught how to read and write, taught the ins and outs of court life and even how to defend himself with a blade. Life was good for the noble until one day he met a peasant, a girl who stole his heart. The relationship was doomed from the beginning, there was nothing to be gained by his marrying a peasant and his father would have no part of it. Yet the relationship continued on, until one day…the love of his life vanished, gone…without a trace. For an entire year he went into mourning, fearing that his love was taken from him by his father, until one night…she returned to him. Things were not as they once were, she had changed…yet still Donovan insisted that there had to be a way they could be together and in a moment of blind passion, he was bit upon the neck. Knowing what she had done, creating progeny without consent, the peasant girl turned Gangrel abandoned Donovan in the first moments that his heart stilled. Rage. Hatred. Hunger. These are the things that devoured the young Catiff’s existence, this hatred turned upon those that were closest…his family. No one survived the horrific slaughter of Duval Manor, though that was only the beginning of the havoc this Kindred would wreak.

Long did the Kindred wander the globe, more beast than man. Mortals whispered of him, telling their children tales of a beast~man in hopes of scaring them to sleep. It didn’t take long for the Clans to take notice of this Catiff running about, wreaking havoc across the lands. One clan in particular took notice of the raw power which the young Kindred displayed. The Nightshade. A small Clan of Kindred based in the land of the Rising Sun, they were independent of the Jihad that ruled many of their brethrens lives. Instead they sought to become the perfect weapons…instruments of destructions which were wielded for the highest bidder, coffers filled and emptied all in the pursuit of knowledge and death. Under their guidance and tutelage the Kindred became like all members of the Shade, a killer for higher, a perfect weapon. Thus the man that had become beast, was reborn as Sithis Nightshade.

Kill the girl. It was all the Kindred had to do and yet as his dagger sunk into the young Garou’s stomach, he knew it was the wrong thing to do. It was something that had been bothering the Kindred, some tattered shred of humanity that remained after hundreds of years of killing at the Nightshade’s bidding. It didn’t help that she looked like her, the peasant girl that haunted his dreams, the woman who stole his heart. So it was then, just before her heart beat for the last time, he sunk his teeth into her neck. Not much blood remained within the girl, so it wasn’t long before she was on death’s door. It was then that the Assassin slashed his wrist and placed it to her mouth. The first few drops rolled down the back of her throat, but it was only after a moment of it that her feral instincts kicked in and she began to feed from that offered vitae. He knew what he had done, he had created a childe without consent of the Elders and what was more damning, the girl was an abomination. He did his best to hide his Darkwolf from the Elders of the clan, passing her off as a Gangrel stray…years had past before Sithis was betrayed by a treacherous neonate. The Nightshade dispatched one of their own and Darkwolf was destroyed. Rage. Hatred. Hunger. Just as early on in his unlife, these things once again ruled the Kindred’s life. One at a time the Kindred worked his way through the Nightshade, leaving none of them alive. Soon only the Elders were left and not even they could stand before the rage of the Kindred, each were dealt final death…and each were diablerized by the Kindred, each one bringing him one step closer to Caine.

With the Nighthade destroyed the Kindred wandered the Earth much as he had before, living in the shadows and doing what was needed to survive. That was, until one day he discovered a land called Beware. The Kindred had heard rumors of the place, but never in his unlife did he think it existed. This was a place where the Kindred could escape to, this was a place where the Kindred could forget his sordid past and start over. For a long time the Kindred wandered the Earth still, seeking sanctuary only in Beware when he needed to get away. Something made him change his mind though, something that only he could tell you about. With the wealth he had amassed from his years of killing, the Kindred reconstructed his family home and begin staffing it with loyal vassals...most of which were refugees themselves, for the land of Beware was locked in a constant struggle between Light and Dark. Much has happened since even this time, many have come and gone yet the Kindred can often be found walking in the Dark Forest…alone…seeking enlightenment and knowledge, seeking the path of Golconda in hopes that one day he may repent for the horror that was his unlife.