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| Prelude: When you were young your mama told you that while you weren't the sharpest knife in the world, you always cut the same. It was her way of saying that you were ALWAYS dependable. No matter what. When papa died in the war, you were there to take care of mama and your sisters, and fixed up the farm so it ran better than ever before. Things were pretty good, at least until you had a run in with the draft. Seemed that the army wanted your youngest brother Jerry to come with them over to the war against Hitler. No way was that going to happen. You marched over to the drafting office, and gave the officer a piece of your mind. When it became apparent that your words weren't enough, you gave him a taste of your fists. That got you thrown in jail. After pleading your case for months, you finally got let loose. When you got home though, nothing was the same. Mary and Cynthia, your sisters, had left your mother and your mama wasn't doing very well. She died a few months later. Then, something snapped. You joined in all the protests against the war, against your country, against everything that you used to think was good and right. When you broke into an army barrack with the intent of destroying some property, your sire, who was planning on going overseas with the army to see the world at war, and was impressed by the daring of this middle-aged man. He of course stopped you from accomplishing your task, and "convinced" you to come with him as a retainer. You watched in horror as hundreds of men were mowed down by machine guns and tanks, but managed to stay by Richard's side the whole time, always aiding him as required. Once a year or two had passed, Richcard got bored of the war and the two of you returned to his home, a little city named Guelph in Canada. For your perpetual loyalty (by this point you were blood bound to him) he embraced you, without asking the Prince's permission. This little mistake cost him his unlife, and may have cost you yours as well, had a Nosferatu named John not taken you away prior to the punishment. You were later introduced into the Kindred populace and served as sheriff of the city for the past twenty-six years. While you are loyal and appreciative of the Nosferatu's aid, you support the Prince above all else. Concept: You are the most reliable person in the world. You have never broken your oaths or vows willingly, though there have been occasions where circumstances prevented you from doing what you promised. You will help the Nosferatu whenever possible, but you cannot break your sacred vows as protector of the city. You owe your alliegence to the Prince, and try and talk to him about any injustices that you find in his judgements, in private of course. You now recognize that only through politics and talking can anything actually be accomplished. Roleplaying Hints: Life has been hard on you, and has toughened you up. You don't worry about others nearly as much as you once did; what's the point? All you are concerned with is doing your job. Recently, though, you have been coming into more and more conflict with your clanmates; you know something is going on, and if violates that traditions it is your job to put an end to whatever is happening. You just don't want Brujah blood on your hands. Nature: Traditionalist Demeanor: Perfectionist Sire: Rischard Mists Generation: 9 Haven: Apartment near river Attributes Physical: Strength (Brutal) 5, Dexterity 3, Stamina (Enduring) 4 Social: Charisma 3, Manipulation 1, Appearance 2 Mental: Perception (Keen) 4, Intelligence 2, Wits 2 Abilities Talents: Alertness 3, Athletics 2, Brawl (Boxing) 4, Dodge 1, Intimidation 3, Streetwise 3 Skills: Animal Ken 2, Drive 3, Firearms 2, Melee 3, Security 2, Stealth 3 Knowledges: Investigation 3, Kindred Lore 2, Law 2, Occult 1 Disciplines: Potence 4, Celerity 3, Presense 2, Auspex 3, Obfuscate 3 Backgrounds: Allies (Police) 5, Contacts (RCMP) 2, Influence (city council) 2, Resources 3 Virtues: Conscience 3, Self-Control 3, Courage 5 Humanity: 5 Willpower: 7 Merits: Huge Size Age: 91 Apparent Age: 35 Date of Birth: January 2, 1909 RIP: September 18, 1944 Hair: Short black Eyes: Brown Nationality: American/Canadian Height: 6'6" Gender: Male |
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