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[b]Name:[/b] Trask, formerly known as Gerald Conley

[b]Age:[/b] 86/25

[b]Species:[/b] Kindred, Nosferatu. 

[b]Appearance:[/b] Trask stands a shade under six feet in height. Like all Nosferatu his facial features are frightening and disfigured. His ears have become long and pointed, his face and body covered in scars. His black hair is more just an uneven tuft, laying on top of his head. He was dashingly handsome once, that was a long time ago and he has gotten used to his hideous appearance, though deeply he still yearns to be beautiful again. 

[b]Personality:[/b] A quiet, curious Nosferatu, decades of social isolation have turned Trask into a withdrawn man. Once an up and coming movie star brimming with charisma, hints of that charismatic occasionally seep into his personality but the old him is dead. He identifies with the lowest of mortal society, the hopelessly addicted, the homeless, outcasts, orphans. He wishes to help these people out, in hopes that they can make something better of their lives. 

He absorbs any information at a fervent pace, he deals in it. He spends most of his time in the sewers with his fellow Nosferatu, though he will carefully come topside if it is needed. He has a peculiar obsession with the golden age of Hollywood, his home in the underground decorated with vintage posters, music and film reels. He often imagines another life that he would have made it big as a movie star and never have been turned into a repugnant monstrosity. Still, the past cannot be changed and he's taken it upon himself to make himself useful, be somebody in the vampire world.

[b]Biography:[/b] Gerald Conley was born in 1931 to a small middle class family in northern California. He was always a popular child, never lacked friends or girlfriends in high school. He moved to Hollywood shortly after graduating high school, dreams of being a beloved actor like Humphrey Bogart or Clark Gable in his mind. He started off with small roles in small films, his good looks getting him enough notice even when he had some real acting talent to boot. 

Then came his big break. After being noticed by a big time director, Gerald was offered a prominent role in a major Hollywood film. One set during WW2, in which he would be a part of an ensemble cast. His performance was well received by reviewers and his handsome appearance gave him no shortage of admirers. The instant fame affected Gerald, he allowed it to conceit him. All trace of humbleness vanished as he was now a rising star in Hollywood. He made wealthy friends, was invited to lavished parties and drove the fanciest cars. More roles would come to him, by 1955 he seemed to be on the verge of becoming the next great leading man.

Gerald doesn't like to speak of his encounter with the Kindred that turned him into the freak he is now. Though he was set up by someone that he mistreated, before he knew it he was assaulted and drained of blood by a malformed, twisted Nosferatu vampire. His embrace was an experience he'd always remember, intensely painful and drawn out. Gerald's skeleton warped and malformed into something terrifying, his skin ripped and reformed all across his flesh. His movie star looks were yanked away from him, his teeth replaced with razor sharp rows that belonged to a predator. He was now a disturbing creature of the night, shunned by society. Life had literally flipped for Gerald.

Shortly after his change to a Nosferatu, Gerald faked his death by drowning. It was widely believed and he was mourned. His name and a picture of his old self included in the Academy Award's In Memoriam section, the last film he was in dedicated to his life. He took a new alias, choosing the name Trask after James Dean's character in [i]East of Eden[/i]. An actor who would die the same year as Gerald did. From then on he moved into the sewers of Hollywood, living with the other freakish Nosferatu.

He's been an information broker for decades, having established a network of 'rats' across the area, informants that send him any useful information pertaining to the Vampiric underworld. In recent years he has tried his best to avoid the drama in L.A., though he is finding it hard in his line of work. 

[b]NPCs:[/b] TBA
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