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).