Physical Description:
Warrick is a 6"3 tall man in his middle '20s'. He has
dark brown hair, which looks messy and brown eyes. He is very well-build and attractive for one who has been dead for a few decades.

He usually wears a black shirt with black pants and dark sunglasses... and sometimes wears his black leather jacket as well. Last but not least, he has a tattoo on his right arm.

Background:
Warrick was born in the early 1970s of a hippie couple, Mary and Robert Warrick, who had left San Francisco to settle down in New Orleans. In his early childhood he only experienced the free-minded life of his parents and poverty that usually followed that way of living. He was often forced to steal to get money and he was talented as well. 

With the years, his skills improved and he became a professional, starting to steal for other people. It earned him a reputation in his hometown of New Orleans and he got some good contacts among some of the richer people in town.

He learned to plan everything to the smallest detail to avoid alarms, guards, watchdogs or other obstacles to detect him. When something did happened his wits always saved his butt from being caught.

These abilities caught the attention of shadowy woman, Lucrezia De La Cruz. She watched him for many nights and pleased with his achievements, started a conversation with him in the local nightclub. She used her natural charm to seduce him and make him come home with her to her apartment.

There she gave him the choice of immortality and perfection or the limited lifespan of a regular mortal. Michael agreed and she Embraced him.

The next evening he awoke in her bed, a bit confused and disoriented. He stood up and went to the toilet room and saw in the mirror...

But there was nothing in the mirror... or rather, he was not there. In anger he crushed the mirror into thousand pieces and saw his wounded hand heal almost immediately. 2 hands appeared on his shoulders and moved down to his chest, while lips touched his neck. It was Lucrezia, who had heard his anger from the room next to the bedroom. 
She explained him what he was exactly and why he had no reflection. She explained him to keep a low profile and never reveal his true face to anyone outside the clan. 

With time he learned to control the disciplines that Lucrezia taught him and she was pleased with his progress. His new strength and powers even helped him with his job as cat-burglar and he could now do jobs a mortal never could.

One night he met a girl in the same nightclub as he met his Sire. Something was familiar about her and he confronted her. Before he knew it, she hugged him, saying his name.

Her voice told him who she was. She was the little girl, Tanya Adams, who had lived beside him and his parents. He had completely forgotten that she had aged since then, while he had stayed the same for a few years.

They talked for many ours and he, like his Sire before him, seduced Tanya and took her home to his own place. He was going to 'bite', but stopped. He couldn't do it...somehow he couldn't do that to her and instead they just made love.

The next morning he was gone when she woke up. He had left her and went to his Sire for advice. She was not comfortable with his decision, but allowed him to play her guardian if he wished to, as long it didn't crossed his profession and the plans of the clan.

Tanya left his apartment without knowing why he just had left her without telling her anything.

Mike knows he has to tell Tanya the truth some day and hopes that someday will be far away.