Appearance

Physical Description

Athletic build

Body Features

Large frame, tanned

Facial Features

Beard and moustache, piercing green eyes

Identifying Characteristics

Piercing green eyes, thick/long chestnut hair

Physical quirks

Extremely muscular, ambidextrous

Apparel & Accessories

Usually wears earth tones and casual clothing; belted jeans, steel toed leather boots, long sleeved cotton shirt (half-buttoned) and a suede trench coat. The look is completed with a western hat which has an osprey feather tucked in.

Specialized Equipment

N/A

Special abilities

See Character Sheet

Mentality

Personal history

Liam was born into a minor noble family in Ireland, so minor was their family that no records were ever seen by historians and genealogists alike. Growing up with an older brother who was gifted with a brawn that would make the knees of any soldier shake, Liam was forced to develop his smarts as to be noticed by his family and noticed he was. One day when he was about eight and ten years of age, he was able to beat his older brother in a friendly bout with swords. Not by being stronger nor by being the speedier of the two but by finding a gap in the pattern his brother used in attacking him. Accepting his defeat, Liam's brother praised his younger sibling and taught him more about living the life of a man. Hunting, fighting, tending to their livestock and politics. Liam learned with much gusto and cherished these moments and embraced the knowledge he accumulated.
 
One night, Liam's father was summoned by the council for a meeting and being that he was not well, sent Liam in his stead as he trusted his lad's keen senses when it came to these talks of politics and of his son's quick wit when being interpolated about the points he raised. The meet was a serious one and discussed the formation of an alliance with various families and clans to strengthen their forces against the English (who wanted to force a commonwealth parliamentary union of England, Scotland and Ireland), a possibility Liam was sure to push through if not mixed with politics. Many a nay-sayer was in attendance at the meeting and needless to say the alliance was yet to be realized and won't be for several more years. On his way home, Liam noticed something out of the ordinary as the hour was to early for his brother to not be making merry with his friends by drinking and singing their lungs off.
 
The sudden throaty war cry that emanated from within their house cued Liam to jump off his horse and rush in to assists his da and his brother. The scene as he entered made Liam think that he has lost all his mental faculties and was now a skip away from being insane. His brother lay on the floor like a discarded rag covered in blood which was still flowing from a wound on his chest. In the middle of the room stood a brawny man with lupine features, dressed like destitute wayfarer. He was holding his father - a bull of a man - by the throat, while he knelt in front of him as if in supplication.
 
"Let go of me da you he-devil or by God as me witness, I'll drop you where you stand." exclaimed Liam in a less than threatening manner. "I'll be with you in a bit, boy. I'll have to finish my business with this ungrateful bastard." the man said and then bit into Liam's da's neck and seemed to have been drinking his blood. That fact was confirmed when he faced Liam. That was it, forget about vengeance, forget about logic, no reasoning was needed in the moment that followed. Liam kicked a chair that went flying towards the man's face surely obscuring the attacker's vision of him. Before the chair hit the wayfarer, Liam was already in motion, using another chair for leverage, he lunged at the intruder, his sword poised to strike. NO! The demon merely swatted the chair away with his left hand and with his right hand grabbed the sword from Liam's grip and maneuvering the latter into his deadly embrace.
 
The first century and a half as a vampire of the Gangrel clan was hard for Liam. Not only did he battle with his morals whenever he had to feed but the greatest battle he fought was the one in his mind. A battle that would soon end when he meets with others who told him to "embrace the gift of our paragon for through it we become the better of our kind". Liam didn't understand what the cryptic words meant until he just did what was asked of him and gave in to the pull he felt. Liam would then turn his back on his sire that he didn't care to know and travel with the other Gangrels he met. From his many teachers, Liam learned about the legacy unique to their clan and of the disciplines he would soon develop to a usable degree until one night parted ways with his group when he met with a beautiful vampire of the Tremere clan.
 
A deep relationship bloomed from their unlikely alliance, although Liam would soon find out that she was only after the secret of his clan's legacy when she told him that she would want to learn it herself and in return teach him a path of his choosing from her clan's secrets. A decision she would soon look back as a bad one wherein Liam has progressed well under her tutelage, she felt her mind go down into a downward spiral every time Liam tried to teach her how to tap into the cobweb. It was time, he thought, they parted ways. Their differences proved to be too much to keep the friendship, alive.
 
One night, without saying anything to Rowena - he simply left - leaving no tracks and no word, behind.
 
Liam would then find his way to America on a ship called the Mayflower. He would venture further west avoiding the indigenous people whenever possible or until the need to feed arose. From this strange new world he would spend many decades, learning how to use his vampiric abilities to his full advantage before settling at long last, at what would eventually become the esoteric metropolis known as Santa Noche.

Education

He was given a proper education as a gentleman's son: reading, writing, hunting, estate management, theology, mathematics and basic scientific principles.

Employment

As a mortal, he did not have to work a day in his life. As a Kindred, he works as a bartender at a bar called "The Woves' Den" in Santa Noche, CA.

Accomplishments & Achievements

Being able to blend in among the human population of Santa Noche.

Failures & Embarrassments

Failed to save his father (and himself) from becoming Lycaon's victims.

Mental Trauma

Having to witness his father's throat being torn out by a Gangrel vampire.

Intellectual Characteristics

Autonomy, independence, perseverance, courage.

Morality & Philosophy

6

person.sexuality

Heterosexual

person.gender_identity

Male

Taboos

None, unless you count Prey Exclusion (children).

Known Languages

English

Personality

Motivation

In the long term, he'd love to own the bar he works in.

Quotes & Catchphrases

"Are we having fun yet?" and "Is that your final answer?"

Savvies & Ineptitudes

1. Borderline: emotional instability. Suffers heavy mood swings, sometimes taking their anger out on himself. His relationships with others tend to be intense and conflict-ridden.


2. Schizoid: dislike of company. Prefers to be left alone, rejecting the need for social acceptance or attention. Truly prefers this state of things.


3. Choleric: tends to have a short temper and likely becomes angered or even violent when his ambitions are thwarted.

Likes & Dislikes

1. Hypocrites


2. Pedophiles


3. Animal abusers

Virtues & Personality perks

1. Good listener


2. Self reliant


3. Handles conflict well


4. Positive outlook on (un)life


5. Apt problem solver

Vices & Personality flaws

1. Stubborn


2. May appear insensitive


3. Easily bored


4. Risky behavior


5. Private/reserved

Personality Quirks

A quiet observer, Liam believes in the economy of effort. He likes to solve problems and issues on the cuff and will think about the best possible way utilizing the least amount of effort or input. He is flexible and adaptable and very comfortable with change or crisis management. He does not like traditional policies and procedures and often tries to get around them for efficiency.
 
But this you see here is the Devil. He entombs his hunger in guile and gilded promises. He bears the scripture of God in his mouth and the sword of war in his hand. It is smoked in blood like his bankrupt heart and was made to drown cities and worlds in fire. He promises conquest to kings and kingdoms to peasants and with him he drags the screaming choir to hell while chanting litanies all the way down. See now the staunch imperialist with patriotism muddied in dominion. See the brigand who was only one generation removed from the fiend. See Liam, the son of his father. To him, the holiest empire is that which he sits at the forefront of.

Hygiene

Strict personal hygiene even if he often appears unkempt or disheveled.

Social

Birthplace

Waterford, Ireland

Current Residence

Santa Noche

Contacts & Relations

None that are currently alive and nearby; the rest of his family in Ireland was left behind many decades ago.

Honorary & Occupational Titles

Sir

Wealth & Financial state

He has some money saved in the bank, enough to take off at a moment's notice and start over somewhere else, if needed.

Family Ties

Only to his Sire and his clan, and the latter is about as loose as can be. He has no idea of his remaining kine family in Ireland - never bothered to look into it since he came to America.

Religious Views

Raised Christian; hasn't practiced his religion since the Embrace.

Social Aptitude

Effective communicator, active listener, respectful.

Mannerisms

Sitting, legs apart
Broad stance when standing
Standing with hands in pockets
Prolonged eye contact in conversation
Has a thousand-yard stare
Furrowed or knitted brows

Hobbies & Pets

No pets, unless you count the stray ginger tabby that comes around his place from time to time.

Speech

Never really lost that Irish accent, even if he did pick up on the Americanized version of spoken English over the past couple of centuries.