Lithrac

Sam Mayberry was born in a New Jersey suburb to an all-American family. He had a typical suburban middle-class upbringing, went to Rutgers and eventually on to medical school. Due to a nervous shake in his hands, Sam realized that his dream of being a surgeon would never come true. He decided to pursue pathology instead, where the nervous shake wouldn’t really matter.

An easygoing young man, Sam never let the morbidness of being around dead bodies all the time bother him. Indeed, they never judged him or doubted his twitching hands. Sam became a coroner, and had an intense interest in using his medical expertise to help solve crimes. He married his high-school sweetheart, who bore their twin daughters.

His dreams of a quiet, normal life ended with World War II, however. Sam dutifully enlisted and found himself on the European front during the later stages of the war. As one of the first U.S. servicemen into Auschwitz, he changed forever after seeing the horrors of that place. The atrocities committed there shattered his faith in the goodness of humanity.

Once he’d served the rest of his tour, Sam returned home to the love and normalcy of his family and tried to shake off the memories of what he had experienced. That normalcy lasted little more than a year. A series of exceptionally disturbing murders tested his expertise and brought back memories of the war.

Horribly mutilated, bloodless bodies began appearing, several at a time, all over the area. Some of the bodies displayed seemingly impossible traumas, such as one woman whose ribcage looked as if it had straightened and thrust itself out of her chest. The investigating detectives believed the crimes were simply the work of a madman.

Sam tried to convince the police that something was wrong, but they tried to cover up the whole mess. Finally, he went to the press. That night, he came home to find that his wife and daughters had become the latest victims. Later that night, as he wandered around in a drunken stupor, Sam discovered exactly how unnatural those murders really were.

George Frederick, a pro-Camarilla Samedi, was in town spying on the increasing Sabbat activities. Sam’s interest in the murders had caught both Frederick’s and the Sabbat’s attention. Frederick witnessed the murder of Sam’s family and knew that the Sabbat would find Sam eventually. CHAPTER TWO 55 Frederick saved Sam from a gruesome death by damning him to an even more horrifying existence.

Sam took the news with the morbid fascination that remains the hallmark of his personality to this night. He decided to turn all his knowledge and expertise into something positive, now that he could study death in ways he’d never before dreamed. Frederick proved an excellent teacher and mentor.

Upon release from his sire’s grotesque tutelage, Sam renamed himself Lithrac, after a monster in a childhood story he remembered, as a sign of his new existence. Frederick owed a boon to Clan Nosferatu, and thenjusticar Petrodon in particular. Petrodon had harbored political ambitions for centuries, and asked Frederick to train for him a silent and deadly weapon as a repayment.

Lithrac became that weapon. Lithrac has proved his worth by sending key Sabbat members to their Final Deaths. He takes no pleasure in killing but sees the Sabbat as an abomination and an affront to the humanity left in him. He sees working for his new patrons, Cock Robin and the Camarilla, as just a job. Much like being a coroner, it is morbid but makes the world a better place in the end.

Lithrac still enjoys many of the things he did in life. In fact, he prefers to spend his time restoring vintage ’50s cars, his favorite hobby. Robin rewarded Lithrac’s exceptional service by making him one of his archons. Lithrac has performed above expectation, and Robin has never been sorry for his decision.