Stick

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Clan: Panders Sire: Jessie Harmon Nature: Fanatic Demeanor: Bravo Generation: Eighth (Through Diablerie, Originally Eleventh) Embrace: 1963 Apparent Age: Early 20s Physical: Strength 3, Dexterity 3, Stamina 4 Social: Charisma 3, Manipulation 3, Appearance 2 Mental: Perception 3, Intelligence 2, Wits 3 Talents: Alertness 3, Brawl 3, Dodge 3, Intimidation 3, Streetwise 3, Subterfuge 3 Skills: Drive 3, Firearms 3, Fire Dancing 2, Melee 3, Security 2, Stealth 3, Survival 3 Knowledges: Camarilla Lore 1, Investigation 2, Kindred Lore 2, Linguistics 1, Politics 2, Sabbat Lore 2 Disciplines: Auspex 2, Celerity 2, Dominate 3, Fortitude 3, Obtenebration 1, Potence 3, Vicissitude 1 Backgrounds: Mentor 1, Pack Recognition 3, Sabbat Status 1 Virtues: Conscience 3, Self-Control 3, Courage 5 Morality: Path of Honorable Accord 7 Willpower: 8 Backstory: Reginald Greene was a fairly normal guy from an average small town if a bit of a bully. He was abducted by the Lost Saints one night as he ended his shift at the grocery store where he worked. Reginald was given the Creation Rights and managed to claw his way out of the makeshift grave he’d been buried in. He became True Sabbat a year and a half later when the pack attacked a wandering Gangrel Elder, during which he was severely injured. During his time with the Sabbat, he earned the nickname Stick and has come to prefer it. In 1972, he had a falling out with his sire and challenged her to a Rite of Monomacy. He won and Diablerized her and has done so on multiple occasions to other Kindred, both in and out of the Sabbat. Stick is one of the oldest members of the Lost Saints. Over the years he has become an accomplished spy and a hardcore fanatic for the Sabbat. He is daring and almost fearless. So far, he views Ravenhurst as easy pickings and the local Camarilla to be a sitting duck. But as he gets farther beneath the surface, the more he might come to realize that something isn’t quite right about the city. Image: Stick is an average looking guy with brown hair and brown eyes except that he looks very inhuman and nearly corpselike when not using blood to make his skin appear more natural. He usually dresses like a hoodlum, preferring black jeans and hooded shirt with a cheap pair of sneakers. Roleplaying Hints: Speak in a rough gravelly voice. Smile and leer a lot, even during a fight. Act as though everything is some sort of game even though you take your work very seriously.