| Mike Davis |
| Prelude As a teenager, you watched all of the girls wandered around school, showing off more and more of their bodies as the years passed. When you graduated from highschool and entered the University of Guelph, they were practically nude. The sixties were times of little clothing and free love. It was a good time, when almost every woman could be had. You graduated and entered into the business world, but kept a large number of the looser women from University as friends. You were successful as an accountant, but your real money came from your weekend job. All of the girls you kept in contact with came with you to parties, and after getting them drunk, you sold their bodies for the rest of the night. It was amazing the amount of money that men will pay for sex. A few years went by, and you got to know more and more women that attended the parties. You began to give them a cut of the money that your clients were giving you, and voila! You had formed your very own protitution ring. You continued to increase the size of your clientel and stable of women, until you finally decided to quit your day job and just pimp out women. This continued for several months of orgasmic wonder, until he came to you. Steven Loocks came to you one night, just after you had found the dead body of another of your whores. He accused you of trying to murder his herd, and was about ready to kill you with a small revolver when he was attacked from behind by a pair of assailants. He never told you who these people were, but after the fight he investigated your "business" and decided that while unorthadox, it was a valid method of making money. Rather than simply ghoul you, he embraced you, sort of as an apology for his earlier mistake. Concept You do everything in your power to come across as a respectable man in society. You drive a nice car, and generally do your best to avoid talking about your business. It's not that you are embarassed by it, but other people tend to get uncomfortable when the topic comes up. you do your best to make sure that the women you employ are well cared for, and are treated well. Men that mess with your women get hurt. Permenantly. Roleplaying Hints You are generally a decent guy. You pay your taxes, talk to the old ladies you see on walks at night, and are generally hard to anger. When you do get mad though, you are a threat to everyone, including your women. This has only occurred a few times, and has led you to fear the power of the Beast. Nature: Loner Demeanor: Suave Generation: 8 Haven: Small, but attractive house on a large property Attributes Physical: Strength 2, Dexterity 2, Stamina 3 Social: Charisma 3, Manipulation 3, Appearance 2, Mental: Perception 3, Intelligence 3, Wits 3 Abilities Talents: Alertness 2, Athletics 1, Brawl 2, Dodge 1, Empathy 1, Intimidation 2, LEadership 1, Streetwise (Illegal Weapons) 4, Subterfuge 1 Skills: Crafts 1, Drive 1, Firearms 3, Melee 2, Performance 1, Security 1, Stealth 1, Survival 1 Knowledges: Academics 2, Computer 2, Finance 1, Investigation 1, Law 1, Medicine 1, Occult 1, Politics 2, Science 2 Disciplines: Auspex 1, Dominate 2, Fortitude 3, Presence 1 Backgrounds: Fame (Pimp) 2, Herd (Protitutes) 3, Resources 3 Virtues: Conscience 3, Self-Control 4, Courage 3 Humanity: 7 Willpower: 6 Merits: Sheriff's Friend, Friendly Face Age: 60 Apparent Age: 26 Date of Birth: Spetember 1, 1941 RIP: March 29, 1967 Hair: Black Eyes: Brown Nationality: Canadian Height: 6'1" Gender: Male |
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