Player Name: Quazar "Dick " Partington ([email protected])
Nature: Bon Vivant
Demeanor: Bon Vivant
Generation: 7
Clan: Ventrue

Physical: Strength 3 ; Dexterity 4 ; Stamina 3
Social: Charisma 5 ; Manipulation 6 ; Appearance 4
Mental: Perception 3 ; Intelligence 4 ; Wits 4

Talents: Acting 4 ; Alertness 3 ; Athletics 4 ; Brawl 2 ; Dodge 4 ; Empathy 3 ; Intimidation 4 ; Leadership 3 ; Streetwise 3 ; Subterfuge 6
Skills: Drive 3, Etiquette 5, Firearms 2, Survival 3,
Knowledge: Burglery 2, Computers 3, Finance 3, Investigation 2, Law  3, Linguistics 6, Medical 2, Occult 4, Politics 4, Science 2, Intrigue 4, Sense Deception 3, Cammarilla Lore 4, City Secrets 4(New Orleans), Settie Lore 2

Disciplines: Dominance 4, Fortitude 4, Presence 5, Serpentis 2, Celerity 3
Backgrounds: Resources 5, Retainers 1, Generation 3
Virtues: Concience 2, Self-Control 5, Courage 5

Humanity: 7
Willpower: 9

Merit: Natural Linguist ; Iron Will ; Blase ; Unbondable ; Reputation; Mansion ;Baby Face
Flaw:  Severe Phobia (Crocs) ; Clan Enmity (Tremere) : Enemy (Local Chantry Leader)
 
 

    Unknown to me (until lately), I was made as a sort of shock troop to find and gather info on the local Voodoo Shamans and Settite culture.  In my endevers I has mastered a small amount of Serpentis.  In my latest adventures I was called by the prince to help agaist a influx of  Setties, BSD, and Nephandi.  In which has not conculded.  But if you ever meet a charming young man with a cajin accent, remember  a viper can wear a skin other than scales!

History

    Born on Oct 30 1947, I grew up in the back woods of the Lousiana marshes.  A few years later my best freind and brother was born.  When we were old enough to run, we search everthing that was are birthright, a old plantion mansion and a few acre that surround it. Our parents know that we were just having fun, and she allways told us never play in the NW part of land.  We never would have guessed why until, One unfortune day we were playing hide-n-go seek.  Well I had a hard time finding him until I figured he would hide in the one place I was not go the NW land.  I ran with all my heart to get my brother but my thoughts of taging him, we interruped by screams.  I ran to them just to find half of my brother in the mouth of a Croc.  After the trama I was sent to specal schools, where I exceld to a unfound rate for a backwoods farmboy.  At age 17 went to a local college to study History, were I found my ablity for languages and the attention of a local Ventrue.  And the rest is in the unlife.