Gamliel Rosen

Gamliel (or, as he was known, Frederich Von Rosen) was of German aristocracy, and in his youth he bent easily toward Hitler’s messages and used his money to better fund the Nazi party. He became an officer half-capital/half-training. Not a killer, but inflamed by the desire for Hitler’s words Gamliel thrust himself into a dangerous position. His first few months in his new position during the attacks on Poland he proved less than capable of his position in a war situation. Still with money he was an asset and given a desk job back in Berlin, where he waited for years.

Then the Germans broke the treaty with Russia and invaded. Needing all the men they could, those that pushed lazy jobs were suddenly pummelled into a forward strike into Russia. Gamliel was one of the officers sent. The murder was profound, Gamliel’s hands, once free of blood, now constantly bathed in it. The tramp through the permafrost was painful and hard and then Moskov and its weather came and destroyed the German army. Too tired, Gamliel was taken prisoner.

Imprisoned Gamliel did his best to reconcile the growing difficulties his kinmen were feeling; their persecutors hunting them for their persecution of Jews. Gamliel listened to their words and tried to cover his countries guilt, though he had not once murdered, nor persecuted any Jew. He became a ‘convert’ to their ways and found he could better live with himself. But prison was hard and it was breaking Gamliel.

When the Russians came and called for volunteers, Gamliel, eager for temporary freedom, made his plea. He was taken with others and began work on the Kotelnicheskaya Apartments on the lower levels while his comrades worked in the lattice of steel overhead. Eventually as inside walls were being completed workers disappeared, and being below, Gamliel was placed working on the topmost level to replace the missing workers.

Then he and some of the Jews he worked beside and learnt from began to notice things. As the power of the seal closed over them (as it had to the earlier workers buried out of fear by the Seraphim Sandolphin) they were inspired with visions of Binah in glory and the means to achieve the road was one they already knew in part through their faith - the Qabal’ah. Then they noticed the bodies of their comrades, buried in the walls. Further investigation revealed the bloody deaths occurring on the streets - those of mutilated children.

Finding who it was killing was easy, the Angel no problem to track and when captured, they all hauled him to the top floor of the Kotelnicheskaya and beat him with pipes and fists, breaking his wings. They hurled him off the floor to his death below… or so they thought. Still enraptured by the awakening of themselves they didn’t notice the Angel’s return and they ran for their lives from the vengeful demon.

Gamliel holed himself where he lives, a small apartment building in pre-war building, and began to explore his new feelings. The easiest mode was that of pleasure and he experimented and developed magic in accordance to passion… but it was cursory. Repeating dreams of Binah and the Cabbalah commanded him and he broke from the vile depravities and turned to a form of mysticism - Qabal’ah. He befriended local Jewish boys into getting books for him and he has done so ever since, although the Rabbi’s often send their Jewish students to Gamliel as they defer to his knowledge, though he shuns everything outside of his room.

Anxious, Gamliel is more concerned about the Cabbalah than he is about the fear of the Nepharite. That fear has slowly evolved into madness and he has been driven insane in his fervour to understand the Cabbalah. Knowledge is everything, and though he teaches and helps those who ask for his help, he is quick in his manner, preferring to spend as little time as possible away from his scriptures.

Dressed in a long and woolen black robe, the heavy black-bearded Gamliel, looks like a bear, a woolen hat always covering his mane of ropy black hair. A look into his eyes reveals more than a tired old man, though. He seems fanatic.

GAME-MASTERING HINTS: Speak precisely and curse yourself should you not deliver your intended statement in the certain number of words. Fidget and itch your books should any conversation be unwarranted. Though eager, you are not rude.