email@example.com Magus 1-MAY-1994 15:37:50.54 Khael Vandermay 'PRACCUS' Sire: Ariste Nature: Rebel Demeanor: Deviant Generation: 12th Embrace: 1982 (born 1961) Apparent Age: 21 Physical: Strength 2, Dexterity 3, Stamina 2 Social: Charisma 4, Manipulation 4, Appearance 3 Mental: Perception 4, Intelligence 3, Wits 4 Talents: Acting 1, Athletics 1, Alertness 2, Brawl 3, Dodge 2, Empathy 1, Intimidation 1, Streetwise 2 Skills: Drive 1, Debate 3, Etiquette 1, Firearms 1, Masquerade 1 Knowledges: Camarilla Lore 1, Computer 1, Investigation 1, Law 1, Linguistics 1, Occult 2, Kindred Lore 2 Disciplines: Presence 3, Celerity 3, Potence 1, Dominate 1 Backgrounds: Mentor 1, Allies 1, Contacts 1, Clan Prestige 2 Virtues: Conscience 4, Self-Control 3, Courage 3 Merits/Flaws: Iron Will, Blase/Nightmares, Enemy (Malkavian Antitribu) Humanity: 8 (pondering Golconda) Willpower: 7 Image: Khael is very young looking. He has long hair on top that hangs down over his shaved sides. His clothes vary depending where he is. He feels equally comfortable in leather or the clothes a college student might wear. The consant thing is his bike. He rides an expensive motorbike. Roleplaying Hints: Pretty unpredictable, Praccus will go from acting very strange to being perfectly normal in a second. He likes to discuss philosophy and bash into people while moshing. Don't back down to anyone, you are totally fearless and just 'don't care'. Haven: With some college students in a four bedroom house. He has the basement apartment. Secrets: F Influence: Praccus has influence with numerous Brujah at times. But sometimes they also call him a sellout cause he jumps around in his attitudes and associates so much. He'll take whatever allies he can get along with at the moment. Story: Praccus was a college student in California, he got involved in political rallies just for the hell of it. One night while sitting in a bar he met a woman who was a malkavian anti-tribu. She took a likening to him and tried to drive him crazy via her disciplines. They started dating and she slowly tried to manipulate his mind, but was terribly unsuccessful. One night while walking home from a bar she became so enraged that she couldn't do anything to him that she frenzied. A brujah friend of Khael's was following him that night to embrace him. The brujah pulled a gun and shot the Malkavian women and ran off with Khael while she was recovering. The Brujah offered to sire Khael and he accepted. Since then he has moved away from LA and he earns his clan prestige because of his ability to disregard authority (and ventrue presence).