Physical: Strength 4/ Dexterity 5/ Stamina 4
Social: Charisma 4/ Manipulation 3/ Appearance 1 (hideous Skinner incident #2)
Mental: Perception 5/ Intelligence 3/ Wits 3

Talents: Alertness 4/ Athletics 2/ Brawl 5/ Dodge 5/ Throwing 3/ Intimidation 1/ Leadership 2/ Streetwise 3/ Block 3
Skills: Animal Ken 2/ Drive 3/ Firearms 3/ Melee 5/ Repair 2/ Security 1/ Stealth 2/ Survival 3/ Weapon,Silver-smith 3
Knowledge: Computers 1/ Investigation 2/ Linguistics 3/ Medicine 2/ Occult 4/ Lupine Lore 4

Disciplines: Animalism 4/ Fortitude 5/ Protean 5/ Obfuscate 4/ Celerity 3/ Dominate 3/ Presence 2/ Potence 2/ Obtenebration 2/ Quietus 1
Backgrounds: Resources 2/ Status 3/ Mentor 4
Virtues: Conscience 3/ Self-Control 5/ Courage 5

Humanity: 7
Willpower: 10

Merit: Iron Will, Acute Vision/Smell/Hearing, Concentration
Flaw: Hideous Facial Scars!!!!!!  Other than that I'm PERFECT!
 
 

.    Well what can I say about myself?  I am "THE 2ND GREATEST LUPINE HUNTER IN THE WORLD, next to this guy in Milwaukee" (self proclaimed).  No Shit really I got 34 confirmed Lupine kills, 17 Kinfolk, and 112 possibly persons (they looked suspicious).  Some people call me a hot-headed braggart with an overdeveloped God complex.  I've also been told that I'm actually a Malkavian in disguise.  They lie!  I'm a nice guy who likes to have fun but always gets in trouble.  It's not my fault!! Shit just starts happening whenever I show up.  One of these days I'll prove them all wrong and become a Prince!!  I hear Sacramento is a nice place.  But that's later.  I've also been told that I'm insane and do things that no other Vamp would think of doing.  Like this one time a Tremere hit me in the hand with one of those stakes that dig around in you body.  So I did the only logical thing there was to do, I cut off my arm and killed the Tremere with my bloody nub.  So my methods may be drastic but they work.  I just don't like stupid people, that's all, is that so wrong?  And what's with these Sabbat creeps anyway?  Why do they always come after me?  They said I killed one of their Bishops or Priests?  I dunno, the guy was a dick so I waxed 'im.  I like kids though.  They're so cute.  But I really don't like Settites.  There was this one in Chicago.  A real asshole.  Tried pinning this mayor's assassination on me.  He's dead too.  Dynamite up the ass ain't too pretty but it works.  Those Giovanni, too.  Stuffy ass heads with no sense of humor.  And the Toreador, beat em' all down with a paintbrush that's what I says.  But as you can see I'm just a normal guy that is UNWILLINGLY forced to kill all that approaches me.  It's not my fault.  It's all the work of those Methuselah, you can do anything and blame it on them!!.  But it's fun bein' me.  I love it.  You should try it some time.  It's easy I'll give you a few pointers:  1. Yell at people. 2. Spit when you talk.  3. Talk a lot of shit (but run when your outnumbered 25-4).  4. Sit on Prince Vitales' lap (he's a big cuddly teddy bear) 5.  Unwillingly leave a path of carnage and destruction wherever you go (remember, the Methuselah made you do it).

     Well, I was born in Boston sometime in 1918.  After my Ma' and Pa' were heinously devoured by a pack of  Black Furies when I was 15, I decided to become the Great White Hunter.  Well I sucked at it and usually got my ass beat down hard!  Apparently some knucklehead Gangrel thought that he would help me out a bit and then POW, I become a rabid, tree climbing, mail-man chasing Gangrel.  So here I was, in Maine at the age of 22 chasing the big dogs.  Dumb ass move.  After barely escaping death several time in one night I thought up this great idea to learn about Lupines and then chase 'em.  So a couple years down the road I hooked up with this really smart guy in Milwaukee, Mark.  He knew it all.  So after some remedial dog catching I went off on my own. Prancing about with the furry woodland creatures I began randomly killing and maiming Lupines and Kinfolk and Wolves and Rabbits and Squirrels and Frogs and, well my point is made.  Then It happened.
    This war broke out in Chicago.  I heard a rumor about it from this band of Ravnos.  So deciding that I should go to the Windy City and throw down, I packed up all my shit and headed on out.  When I arrived in Chicago, it was the best thing I had ever seen in my life.  Lupines and Vamps beating the crap out of each other all over the place.  Wasting no time I proceeded to join in and KILL KILL KILL.  And kill I did.  I racked up about 19 kills in that time.  The best being a rank 4 Get of Fenris.  Well the war ended and I survived!!  I soon then deduced that I had done good, cause folks were telling me I did good.  And yes I developed a god complex.  Well Chicago got dull so I moved on too New Orleans.  Great town.  I met this guy who was offering a good price for vamp blood.  So I took him up on his offer.  Turns out his name was Richard Height, grrrrrrrrr.  He insulted me so I sucker punched him.  And then the shit hit the fan.  We duked it out and by pure luck he bolted off into that Umbra place.  So I made a new friend that night.  We met again and he used that magick shit on me.  Cut my face up so that it wouldn't heal.  Then he left.  So I left.  Then I got into a spat with some Giovanni guy.  His sister attacked me so I ripped her head off.  I guess I shouldn't have mailed the head to his secretary.  So now they want to kill me.  But right now I'm in L.A. so I should be ok for a little while.'