Orvis grew up as the usual American teenager, with little care in the world. Very few things set the man apart from most of the flesh-sacks that walked the streets, except that he possessed an unusually powerful insight into the workings of things. This is probably what attracted his sire, a renegade Tremere elder. This fleeing vampire saw potential in the young man… Not to be a great vampire, nor to be a contributing member of their kind… But to be a pain in the ass of those who followed him. After being embraced, Orvis was left to wander the world without guidance. Because of his incredible perception, he was able to stay one step ahead of the blood-packs sent by the camarilla to end the affront he stood for. But to no avail… Until, one day, a member of the camarilla high council found him. Instead of terminating the young man, he taught him… Showed him the unique potential he held as a tremere-catiff. And then, as a supreme gag played against his fellow council members, the unthinkable happened. Orvis was appointed as one of the Justicars, the judges of the Veil. Much out-cry went through the camarilla community, but little could be done; he had the backing of not only a high council member… But that of his keen insight. Unfortunately, one of the drawbacks to that perception was a mind that wandered as much as the man’s feet did. He was a hard target for the simple fact that he didn’t stay in one place for very long… And disdained the technology the camarilla had grown so fond of. As much of wanderlust his mind and body held, he remembered to check in every month for any new assignments passed down by the council.