The Rise of a person, or more an Ascension towards a certain status goes through a long and twisty road.
Some paths who seem logicall turn out to be bad, those who seem bad turn out to be good.
After a long search since being lost, Pieter Seelowe wandered into a city.
Dark from the first looks, a blood fountain stood in the middle with a pavement of cobblestones going up and down between various buildings.
A large castle situated in the South Western corner which loomed over the city, and a smaller more normal looking mansion placed along the south edge.
It was an interesting city, much unlike the barren sandy wastes he had called home for too long.
Upon arrival he noticed several familiar faces, whom he had know from passing by.
Being the more technology interested person he endedup joining a group that consisted of likeminded folks and various types of robots, and other such things.
As a Punk he walked the streets, usually alone due to his sleeping pattern but that didn't matter to him, he was there.
During his time in the city Pieter was mett with a certain type of unkind folk around, Vampires, oh how he hated their guts.
Blood suckers, all of them, no good for nothing things that live off of Humans like parasites.
After a little while he got tired of them constantly bullying around and walked up to the biggest person in this vampire clan.
His name was Dante, amidst a group of Vampires he asked if he was the leader to which the man nodded.
Pieter looked with a certain glint in his eyes as his true self arose out of the depths of his feelings, "You should leash those bunch of doggs you got there, your a joke with them around as all they can do is run to safety when shit happens".
Many battles between the Punks and these lott broke out eventually, but more on that later.