The Toreador Prince of San Diego reclined on the soft couch, savoring the sensation of the material as it cushioned his body. The soft hues of dusk played on the water outside the window of his penthouse over the cliffs below.

A well-worn copy of Milton's Paradise Lost rested comfortably in his hands, though his focus was hardly on the metered ( Read more... )

(OOC - Just a reminder, this is the Lasombra and *not* J.B. Further, although it is OOC information for 99.9% of, you, it *is* an actual document written by Joseph, and Papa Dark would most likely find it at some point, as it is directly relevant to their discussions. Therefore - OOC info for everyone, except thetoken.)I have seen it, at last. ( Read more... )

J.B. stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the cliffs of La Jolla. The heavy velvet drapes were pulled back, displaying the deep purple of the pre-dawn sky, and the reflection of the moon rippling on the water below. The young Toreador stood at ease, shirtless, preparing to sleep the day ( Read more... )

J.B. Kage stood before his dormant fireplace, the breeze from the open flue caressing his features. But he did not seem to notice. His eyes held their gaze on the weapons which decorated the mantle. The last gifts Vincent DeWinter ever gave to him. The pistols once belonged to Vincent's closest friend, a man who would eventually die by Vincent' ( Read more... )

J.B. Kage's mouth stood agape as he read the words scrolling across his computer screen.

You are an option, J.B.Selene O'Rourke, the Ventrue Prince of San Diego, had quickly shown that perhaps she was not the most capable choice to lead the city. She had angered the Elder Council, whose watchful eyes had lent protection to the Sect for many ( Read more... )

For those of you wondering just how autobiographical a character I have created in J.B...

This is a line from a previous journal entry, which was directly quoted from an IC conversation at game...

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J.B. Kage drew his knees to his chest and sank into the darkened corner of the room. He was shaking. Again, the visions had come, the stabbing pain in the center of his chest. The screams of a thousand souls trapped in hell - all tinged in an irridescent blue, shimmering like the jacket that adorned the shoulders of the possessed man ( Read more... )

As the chill finally left J.B.'s extremities, he made a silent vow not to return to the Domain of Fallbrook unless absolutely necessary. At least until some changes were made in that city. The struggle for power in the face of an absentee Prince was causing too much trouble ( Read more... )

J.B. Kage awoke Friday night rubbing his temples. His head was throbbing as the last images of the dream faded from his mind. It was strange - J.B. didn't often dream. At least, he rarely remembered any of them. But that day, the dreams were clear and vivid ( Read more... )

Enjoy!

An Outsider's View by J.B. Kage