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[b]Name:[/b] Antares
[b]Age:[/b] 500+ (Though he forgot his own birthday, date and year he was turned)
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Appearance:[/b] White albino hair with light pale pink eyes, handsome, standing six feet. His hair has been grown out, mainly because he ‘keeps forgetting to get it cut’. He tends to pin it up in a man bun and go for the more reserved office worker sort of look, when his mentality is more stable.
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[b]Generation:[/b] 11
[b]Clan:[/b] Malkavian
[b]Disciplines:[/b]
Dementation
Obfuscate
Auspex
[b]History:[/b] Anything more than a hundred years back is too fuzzy to recall. His most recent fond memories involve moving in with a young female blood doll of a friend and, oh, and meeting the druggie who believed he was turning into a ‘fucking cheese sandwich’. Life is magical. His current work in the city is to make sure certain vampire activity goes largely ‘unnoticed’ by the human population, keep the ignorant human population from important vampire activity unless otherwise notified.
[b]Personality:[/b] At his worse, memory problems as part of his derangement, and any sort of speaking with him usually leads to be talked around in confusing circles. Don’t even get started about the few occasions in which he regresses back into a child, just, don’t.
At his best, he’s more of a normal individual. Compulsively normal, even, and a little bit OCD in odd ways. He’s sympathetic when discussing things of importance to an individual, but a bit oblivious when it comes to whole scenarios…his memories don’t usually go back more than a hundred years, but even then, there are gaps...
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