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Name: "Little" Jack Smith.
Blood: Pure 
Age by appearance:[b]9[/b]
Immortal age:975

Appearance: Same as the picture. He usually dresses like a 9 year old kid to not attract attention. Whenever he's out by night he usually carries a cloak. He also has a pocket knife hidden in his clothes.

House: Ventrue
Rank: Prelate.

Short bio (+personality): Jack's early life was rather pitiful. Being born with uncertain parentage to a camp follower of one of the Viking warbands that settled on the country, he wasn't even granted a name and he was considered a clumsy helper at best, and an annoyance at worst. Still, his mother never shunned him, and he let him cling to her skirt as much as he wanted to. Although, one day, things changed. Her mother was on her way to meet one of her usual clients when an unknown assailant attacked her. Alarmed by her mother's screams, the little boy ran towards her mother. Some sort of man had seized her and was biting her in the neck.

Many would've run in that moment. Others would be paralyzed by fear. But knowing full well that her mother was the only thing Jack had, he unslung a small dirk he had used for turnips earlier and dug it in the creature's flesh. The attack suceeded, but the damage had been superficial at most, and under the astonishment of the little boy, the man, nay, the draugr, retrieved his knife and used it to pin his hand to the ground, alongside a kick that shattered his ribs and broke his neck.

It was then when the draugr had realized his mistake, as he hurriedly pulled the knife out of the kid, but much to his dismay, the kid was already undergoing a transformation into a vampire. Such a thing could never be allowed to exist. But he did, as Louis Ventrue intervened, having watched the "snack affair" from a distance. Impressed by the kid's guts, he decided to give him a choice, a choice many of those infected by accident didn't have.

To become one of the Ventrue's family. 

The kid just smiled, and asked for a name. Jack Smith was the one he was bestowed, and despite being hurried and unoriginal, he would take pride in it. Once the deed was done, Jack became a trusty member of the Ventrue, compensating his stunted form with cunning and determination. Many who at first laughed and ridiculed him soon learnt to concede with their silence his success. On his steady ascension through the ranks, Jack picked up quite an array of skills, such as martial arts to maximize the effectiveness of his relatively weak body, and marksmanship with firearms, once they were available. He also learnt the art of deceit and sleight of hand, and he normally cultivates an innocent kid persona on purpose, in order to catch people unaware of his real intentions.

Despite his past and shrewdness, Jack is rather tolerant of failure among his peers, and he often encourages those among his ranks to do his best. Not too proud to do grunt work if need be, he nevertheless expects those around him to do the same and he often likes to teach lessons to those full of hubris.
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