Name/Alias: Andrew Lennox (Birth Name) Alban (Taken)
Age: 51; Age of Immortalisation 25 (26 years as a vampire)
Physical Description/Picture:
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Standing at 6'9 and with the gaunt frame held withing shabby clothing and a deep hoodie. There beneath lay the face of Alban. The sickness in his last few days as a human, and the strain afflicted have taken the toll on his appearance; his eyes remained the same pale blue, but his skin already pale from his illness became a deathly ill colour the veins on his body constricted showing the blue lines across his features and any hair that was left had vanished. His hands bore longer fingers clawed at the end with frighteningly sharp points

Strengths:
Claws; while not only making any attack made by his hands one that would disembowel prey, it also grants him the ability to scale most structures finding easier grip than others without the gift of these terrible weapons.

Bio-filtering; Being able to drink the blood of the young and healthy is one thing, but it is another to drink from one of the less fortunate. This enables Alban to drink from the sick, dying and drug fueled and turn it into sufficient nourishment without himself falling ill or weak after the feeding.

Weakness:
Due to his sickness before his turning and the unique strain. His visage is twisted and terrible making him unable to blend in unlike the average vampire. Along with no mental abilities, he cannot coerce or mystify humans into coming willingly with him making meals harder to achieve without being seen.

Being one who mostly stays to dark alleys away from the light; even that of streetlamps and neon if he can manage. He is very sensitive to bright lights and finds that it irritates his skin. and is especially sensitive to phosphorescent light bulbs.

Motivations: Redemption, Resentment. Hating not only himself, but what he had done in his human life; and the coward way he broke towards the end holds a weight on him. But it is countered by resentment, of the other vampire bloodlines, treating him as a lesser, a freak even within their own circles. He has been on the fringe of both his human life and now his second one. But this time he will claw his way to make them see they are terribly mistaken of their own positions of power.

History:
Born in Glasgow, Scotland in March of 1965 to a poor family; his father being a steelworker and bringing home just enough to get himself, his mother, and his two sisters fed and a home under their roof. This became harder for the Andrew and his family as the city itself fell into dark times during his younger years as most of the manufacturing plants the steelworks his father worked at, mines, engine production centers led his family down a difficult path with unemployment everywhere the city became a slum and gangs of youth were prevalent.

When Andrew turned 15, in an attempt to bring some money into his family. He joined up with a young gang during the winter of 1980. They modeled themselves after the 'Glasgow razor gangs' of the 1930's using fear, brutality, and theft to gain money and along with the money drugs and women whatever they wanted they had. During this time though to help keep his family fed, drew him deeper into the gang, the things that people tried to get their kids away from.

December of 1989 shortly before the crackdown of the police in Glasgow on these youth gangs that had sprung from the poverty and fear of the Economic crash and the immediate urban decline  in the 1970's. Andrew had started to become very ill; nausea, headaches, and urinating blood were never a good sign to anyone. Due to his waning health he separated himself from the gang shortly before the crackdowns from the police started. His family all but disowning  him after finding out what his 'job' had been for these years if he was going to die he was at least going to make a trip out of it. One last go before keeling over.

Gathering up what he had of his funds, only sending a last envelope full of money and a note to his parents he boarded the first train out of the city heading for the port city of Edinburgh and taking the first ship to the United States. The cost wasn't to terrible though the cargo ship that let him come aboard for a fee was hardly luxury but it suited him. Surviving for as long as he did away from the comforts of home on the street left him able to cope.

Reaching Charleston, SC he stepped off the boat during the long trip his hair had already begun to fall out, and his appetite was less than normal. One of the kinder sailors helped him shave his head before docking and setting off into the dark streets of the city; for a month he floated bar to bar hotel to hotel. And every week he became sicker and more tired. Alcohol among other things numbed the pain but did not slow the inevitable march of the cancer.

Until he met him; it was after a particularly heavy night of drinking and feeling sorry for himself. And of course after calling the waitress a slag and getting himself tossed out to the sidewalk staggering towards the one of the side alleys and began to painfully piss on the buildings to the side.

The bum that approached looked like death, worse than he did. And Andrew did not know if it was seeing someone whom looked worse off than him, or this particular night of feeling like shit that made him wanted everything to end, all of it. The vomiting, the terrible pain, the headaches and blood coming from everywhere it seemed.

He broke down and begged, and the bum answered. With a solution, an escape. A way out from every ounce of pain. And Andrew took it.

Now changed forever; he acts on the behalf of his bloodline and sire, as a spy in the dark places most of the other family's would not sully their hands with. Information is his bloodlines lifeline that keeps them dangerous to the other clans.

Connections:
Jakob (sire): And older vampire of his bloodline, and a cunning one at that. While not as ghoulish as Alban, he still bears the mark of the bloodline.