Below are the 13 most recent journal entries recorded in aimnestos' LiveJournal:

Thursday, May 18th, 2006
12:25 pm	Aimnestos appears in his customary location in Shenandoah Valley. Watching the last of the sunset as he is want to do, he quickly heals its aftereffects. Sitting at his favorite tree he pulls a small leather sack from nowhere and opens it up. Inside he inspects the bits of dirt, wood, and old bone. A handful of dirt from an old grave, that’s what she said. Who’d have thought she was right? Ah well if that’s part of the price I pay for surviving what was done to me then so be it. I’m still here and after a few thousand years I’m not exactly ready to give up and just die. His thoughts turn to weightier matters for just a moment, then deciding to let them go until everyone else gets back from Tulsa he contemplates his location again. So according to Mira we’ve got a Nest down there. Gods know I’ll end up corrupting any Healing nexus just by my presence at this point, so we’re going to either have to find a way to shield it from me or I’ll just have to move on. Probably better to just move on. Arlington is nice this time of year I hear. With that Aimnestos walks from the forest and gets on his ever present motor cycle. Pulling his backpack out of thin air he drops it across the seat like a set of saddle bag and fires up the bike for the ride back into town. Current Mood: disappointed (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 2nd, 2006
10:03 am	The voicemail chime sounds... Aimnestos checks his phone, visibly blanches, hangs up and reconnects the phone to his laptop. That gods be damned fool he finally pushed the Hound too far. Now I have to clean up the mess. With that Aimnestos gathers up his things, causes them to vanish again, and starts walking out of the woods towards his waiting motorcycle. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
8:38 am	Duels... Aimnestos appears as if from nowhere in his customary seat in front of one of the large trees on the land he now owns above a serene lake in northwestern Virginia. Looking annoyed that he has yet again missed sunset he pulls his backpack from a similar nowhere and withdraws his phone and laptop to check his email. After a few moments staring in disbelief at the first two messages in his inbox he begins to laugh a low chuckle. The irony of the situation is not lost on him. Great, he gets himself killed before the duel. 10 to 1 I get blamed for this. Of course there’s a good chance he’s not dead and is simply pulling a Constantine… but I’m not sure Seljuk is smart enough for that. And what do we have next? Calahan’s bodyguard finally figured out that switching to claws is what let me out of the duel, and now he’s trying to fix his mistake. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. You’re never getting your claws on me again if I have anything to say about it. Aimnestos ponders for a brief moment. I’ll just tell him that I have no problem acknowledging he’s a better melee fighter and see if he figures out the backhanded insult. They seem to have me pegged for either a massive ego that can be hurt or a revenge streak a mile wide. I’ve got an ego sure but my pride is not so easily damaged and I could care less about revenge. Someday they’ll figure this out and be able to make me dance to their tune… but not today. Aimnestos chuckles some more and continues to read and reply to his email. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 26th, 2006
1:27 pm	Aimnestos appears as if from nowhere and looks west, seemingly disgusted that it is well into full dark. He is standing on top of a lonely mountain in the Valley of the Sun, known in modern days as Phoenix, Arizona. He looks with yet more disgust at the swarrow behind him and mutters to himself. “Who would have thought something that big isn’t made of wood.” Shaking his head he starts walking down the mountain towards the lights of the city. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, March 24th, 2006
8:46 am	Diary March 24th, 2006 "No battle plan survives contact with the enemy." -- Helmuth von Moltke the Elder Something has gone very wrong. Zeke never showed up for the meeting last night. You don’t arrange a secret summit between Grandmasters then blow it off. He’s not answering the number he gave me and no one has heard from him more recently than I. I don’t think he’s setting me up. It’s not in his nature to play games like that when we’re in the middle of a war. I need that intelligence he promised me and he knows it. I also need the West Coast in capable hands and he knows that too. I called the emergency preemptively and since then the Enemy has scaled back his operations – this could be political suicide if the Enemy doesn’t move soon. I know the Enemy has assassin cells in the area of both Seattle and Washington. I just don’t know who their targets are or when they plan to strike. Zeke was supposed to get that information night before last and get it to me last night… but there is no word from him. I am beginning to fear the worst. If Zeke has fallen then Culpepper takes the reigns of the Pacific Northwest and while he won’t be Anton’s creature like Zeke was he represents something far more dangerous: an unknown. If he will work with me to end this war with us on the winning side then we will get along just fine. If he works against me it could tear the Axe, and in turn the Ordo Dracul, apart. But first I need proof of these cells to take to the Mysteries before they decide I went off half cocked. I can keep this state of emergency going for a few more weeks, probably through the gathering in Kentucky, but without proof, without action, I cannot keep it together longer than that. It’s times like this I wish Donel hadn’t decided to disappear on us again. He’s the sixth Preeminent Dragon and while he’s not Axe he is my Kogaion. I sorely need his advice tonight. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 21st, 2006
12:03 pm	Diary March 21, 2006 Alas poor Yoric. I knew him Horatio. The thoughts wander through my mind as I go over the events of the last night and today. One major advantage to being a Dragon is that while the daystar is still a pain in my arse it’s not going to put me to sleep automatically like most Kindred. This means I can get a lot more done in any given span of time than most – especially as summer sets in. Why do I think of Hamlet at a time like this? Donel is still missing. Lau and Mira can’t find him either and with the Kogaion missing Washington DC is in very serious trouble. We can’t go to the other Covenants to help find him as they don’t even know he exists. We’re not about to tell them he does either as he’s got more sensitive knowledge tied up in his brain than any other 10 Kindred in a thousand mile radius. He’s the only one that knows where all the Dragon Lines in DC are, where the caches of magic items are, where the Dragons Nests are, and who each and every Dragon in the greater DC area is. If he died in the fires without a successor then Washington DC is in grave danger. We don’t know what kinds of artifacts he was sitting on and we don’t know how to find them. We also don’t know which ones need attention to keep from blowing up the planet. To quote a currently famous movie “I have a bad feeling about this.” Sure, he was bat shit nuts, but what do you expect from someone named Donel Kiotae? I know it can’t be his real name as the one of legend spelled it with a Q and he wasn’t Asian. Then again Miguel may have just spelled it phonetically and forgotten to mention that he wasn’t from around there. I don’t need this. Not with the war effort just getting rolling. We have enemies that will use our lack of a Kogaion against us if they find out. I think we’re going to just have to suck it up and elect a new one… and task them with finding out what the hell happened to the old one. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, March 20th, 2006
12:23 pm	In preparation for testing… Aimnestos is sitting in the woods with old journals laid out around him in a semi-circle in front of him. He appears to be reading all of them at the same flipping pages as needed. They are dated anywhere from the late 1600’s to the early 1900’s – all dates after the formation of the Ordo Dracul. All the journals are on modern acid free paper. They are also all in Aimnestos’ handwriting. Leash the beast using it’s own hunger and fears against it. Yes, I remember this lesson well. The key to preventing frenzy and the first Coil an Axe ever learns. By turning our beast inward we lash it with it’s own power. An inward spiral, but where will it end? Feed the beast with it’s own rage and fears. I can feel my power growing over the years, for me faster than most. Without the lessons Vlad taught me I would be reduced to cannibalism by now. Aimnestos looks to one of the oldest of the journals and concentrates solely on it. March 20, 1682, Tonight’s lessons were hard fought but hard won. The Chrysalis is complete and I have control over my Beast at last. Now I can continue my martial studies without worrying about frenzying and killing my mentors. How arrogant I was, knowing that I could not frenzy unless I wished. I would get into fights I could not win and only escaped through trickery and luck. I cannot afford to be the young brash Kindred anymore. Too many depend me as their rock in these seas. I will need to complete my testing and join the ranks of my peers at last. The beast fears fire and sunlight. Grant it strength through rage and hunger Yes, the keys to what every Mekhet fears. Overcome fire and sunlight and you are a god on earth. Even Vlad knew that, though he was not a Mekhet. Learn a few tricks of the Gangrel and it gets a lot easier. By combining all three and using it to leash the beast we discover a new Coil, and with this Coil we are forever freed from the needs of Torpor. I can only wish I knew this one earlier. The second Coil the Axe learn and our deepest secret. Torpor holds no fear for us, and with this knowledge we are far more powerful than any other. We are going to need this in the coming months. Aimnestos slowly closes the books and sits back. He places the books in a backpack that then promptly vanishes from sight. Legendary Architect of the Invisible Flame. I think I like it. Now lets just convince the rest of the Architects that I’m worthy of it. With that he walks casually from the park. (Comment on this)
12:22 pm	She did what? Diary Entry: March 18th 2006 This time I pick up the phone and place the call. I’m starting to feel like a spider in the middle of a web of email and phone conversations. “Check the global list. Has she been released from her punishment?” “No.” “That’s twice she’s broken a punishment from a Twilight Judge. Do you want me to execute her this time?” ”No, stake her and we will wait for Hiroshi.” “Very well. I will summon her to Maymont.” (Comment on this)
8:55 am	Diary Entry: March 19, 2006 The phone rings and I pick it up. "You have the briefing?" the voice on the other end of the phone asks. "I do" I reply. "You know what must be done." comes the fateful statement. "Yes." I hang up the phone and turn to my computer. I do not know if this day will go down in Kindred history as anything special, but it is here in my diary so I will always remember what started this night. I pray to any god that will listen that I can stop it in time. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 15th, 2006
6:35 pm	The Ides of March Diary Entry: March 15th 2006 The Ides of March How fickle is memory after torpor. I remember fear of this date, blood and pain, but I cannot dredge up the specifics, only a few visuals. I see a man in a pale white formal toga bleeding all over the flagstones with a dagger in his back but I cannot remember his name, nor that of the man that killed him. I remember the look on his face as he stares up at me accusingly, then turns to his killer with a look that softens. He loved the man that killed him, but he hated me with a passion that would not die with his passing. A second memory, this one older but attached. I do not know when it was but it feels older than the man in the toga. I am sitting at the feet of my first mentor as he shows me on the sand maps a battle he has played in his head thousands of times. The quote does not translate well into English but in essence he states “The staff takes a thousands days to master, the sword ten thousand, but war will take a hundred thousand. After mastering war I will still beat you for you will have become so set in your ways that you cannot change and adapt.” The man in the toga introduced change, and he was killed for it. Who will wield the dagger that kills me? Someone I trust at my back? An enemy that I thought neutralized? Too many years, too many torpors both voluntary and forced. I cannot dwell in the past without losing the present. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 23rd, 2005
6:20 pm	[OD Only] Please pass this to all Sworn of the Axe in the Northeast and Mid Atlantic areas of the United States. By my rank as Master of Fiery Hunger and my position as Grandmaster over both the North East and Mid Atlantic areas, I levy the following punishment on Santos, Master and Master of the Dying Light . No Axe within my sphere of control is to accept the word of Santos as a lawful order. This is punishment levied on Santos for not being careful with his words. These words have caused havoc and confusion within the Axe in his wake and the Axe will not tolerate chaos in our ranks. Dragon Knights, if Santos is witnessed attempting to give orders to any Axe he will fall under the preview of a Juris Draconis to be called in Washington DC. If this occurs, you are to escort him, willingly or not, to Washington DC for the trial. Aimnestos Preeminent Master of Fiery Hunger, Grandmaster of the Mid Atlantic, Guardian of the Capitol (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 2nd, 2005
9:21 pm	OOC: Known Information OOC: I stole the base for this from gnoll_ic. Sue me. These are the publicly known facts about Aimnestos. As such, this post will be... public. Known facts: Name: Aimnestos Tigrenoche Clan: Mekhet (no status though) Covenant: Ordo Dracul (Status 5) Sire: Miguel De al torre Childer: Cyrus is the only one currently up and active. He's mentioned more than a few in the past however. Known Companions: Seen in Phoenix with Calypso and Goll extensively. Normally he can be found debating with Lau or arguing with Mira when he's not having staring contests with Mary or starting covenant wars with Aroix Suspected Coterie: Almost a social butterfly it's hard to pin down an actual coterie. It is obvious he has extensive contacts in the Mekhet though he holds no status with them, and of the Dragons he seems to get along with almost all equally poorly or well as you choose to see it. Likes: people who get things done, efficiency, dropping enemies with a stake in their chest Dislikes: whiners, pussies, debating when there's people to kill, children Weapons: Aimnestos is famous for his crossbow and his ext ream ability to use it. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 8th, 2005
2:40 pm	[Ghost] OK, I'm making this my IC LJ for all venues.  I got suckered into Changeling and Forsaken. I don't know how much I'll do with Changeling, but my Forsaken character is Ghost, and I'll probably be usign this for downitmes. (Comment on this)