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Name: Jason Leavitt
Age: 32
Appearance:
Job: Highway Patrol, Military Vet
Bio: Jason was in the Navy for several years as a Gunner's Mate. he worked on crew serve weapons about Destroyers. He was on one of the first ships to arrive in New Orleans after Katrina. He saw the chaos that ensued and decided he wanted no part of that. He got out of the service my wife and I moved to South Carolina. Unfortunately his wife died shortly after we moved here. She had Krohn's which left her body weak more often than not and getting breast cancer on top of it left her to weak to fight to live. She's been gone now for almost 3 years, they had only been married for two years.
Hobbies: Gardening, and fishing
Dislikes:stupid people
Relationships status: widowed, his wife passed away of cancer
Age: 32
Appearance:
Job: Highway Patrol, Military Vet
Bio: Jason was in the Navy for several years as a Gunner's Mate. he worked on crew serve weapons about Destroyers. He was on one of the first ships to arrive in New Orleans after Katrina. He saw the chaos that ensued and decided he wanted no part of that. He got out of the service my wife and I moved to South Carolina. Unfortunately his wife died shortly after we moved here. She had Krohn's which left her body weak more often than not and getting breast cancer on top of it left her to weak to fight to live. She's been gone now for almost 3 years, they had only been married for two years.
Hobbies: Gardening, and fishing
Dislikes:stupid people
Relationships status: widowed, his wife passed away of cancer
First IC post will go here soon.
*One Second After*
A nuclear missile is launched from a cargo vessel in the Gulf of Mexico and detonated miles above the surface in the Mid-West. There is very little fallout due to the missile detonation at a high altitude but the nuclear bast causes a massive EMP wave that completely shuts down the power grid across the United States. In the ensuing weeks death becomes a constant companion. People on medications for heart disease and diabetes as well as others begin to die. Anyone that had a pace maker is already dead. Gangs of convicts and other low lifes begin looting at will.
Characters will have to adjust to the new, harsh realities of their circumstances. They will need to learn to survive and defend themselves. Character's first post will begin the day of the EMP wave. In the early afternoon every electronic device including cars quit working unless it is a pre-1985 model. Not all of the characters will know or understand what is going on, and not everyone starts with a gun or something like that. I literally want to start this out with your character going through their regular day to day routine whether they're a janitor or an attorney etc. I'd like to try to keep this as real as possible.
This is set around Lake Hartwell in South Carolina, near the South Carolina & Georgia border.
RULES:
1. Always have fun
2. This is supposed to be realistic not everyone is going to know or realize what happened, so panic or freak or whatever.
3. Because this is realistic not everyone will be former military, survivalists or preppers. (Will grant this on case by case basis)
4. Don't be afraid to give your character real life problems like diabetes etc. with the grid down medicines will be hard to come by and could lead to some interesting plots down the road.
5. If you do develop a relationship with another character take the bedroom stuff to PM, I don't want to smut up what could be a great story.
6. Not everyone is in High School or Teenagers, please don't torture me this way.
7. Pick a job, This is set in a small town near the interstate, in the mountains, if you enjoy politics be the mayor or sheriff etc.
8. If you have any questions talk to me, This can be a great RP if we work together.
9. Don't post until your CS has been approved
10. Your first post will begin before the EMP hits and then how you initially react to it.
Please Remember No one is going to know what happened, I want to slowly reveal this through RP as our characters try to figure it out. So please do not start your first post with, "Dude my car won't start it's an EMP."
Character Sheets
Name:
Age:
Appearance: (try to keep it realistic)
Job:
Bio: (at least a paragraph and try to be an average person)
Hobbies: (Strengths)
Dislikes:(weaknesses)
Relationships status:(if your into that kind of thing)
Character Ideas or Suggestions
1. A Local
2. A vacationer visiting to hike in the mountains
3. Someone stranded on the interstate, do you stay or brave the roads?
*This idea is from a book I read, I highly recommend it, I have purchased it for my personal library. Please feel free to check it out here.
A nuclear missile is launched from a cargo vessel in the Gulf of Mexico and detonated miles above the surface in the Mid-West. There is very little fallout due to the missile detonation at a high altitude but the nuclear bast causes a massive EMP wave that completely shuts down the power grid across the United States. In the ensuing weeks death becomes a constant companion. People on medications for heart disease and diabetes as well as others begin to die. Anyone that had a pace maker is already dead. Gangs of convicts and other low lifes begin looting at will.
Characters will have to adjust to the new, harsh realities of their circumstances. They will need to learn to survive and defend themselves. Character's first post will begin the day of the EMP wave. In the early afternoon every electronic device including cars quit working unless it is a pre-1985 model. Not all of the characters will know or understand what is going on, and not everyone starts with a gun or something like that. I literally want to start this out with your character going through their regular day to day routine whether they're a janitor or an attorney etc. I'd like to try to keep this as real as possible.
This is set around Lake Hartwell in South Carolina, near the South Carolina & Georgia border.
RULES:
1. Always have fun
2. This is supposed to be realistic not everyone is going to know or realize what happened, so panic or freak or whatever.
3. Because this is realistic not everyone will be former military, survivalists or preppers. (Will grant this on case by case basis)
4. Don't be afraid to give your character real life problems like diabetes etc. with the grid down medicines will be hard to come by and could lead to some interesting plots down the road.
5. If you do develop a relationship with another character take the bedroom stuff to PM, I don't want to smut up what could be a great story.
6. Not everyone is in High School or Teenagers, please don't torture me this way.
7. Pick a job, This is set in a small town near the interstate, in the mountains, if you enjoy politics be the mayor or sheriff etc.
8. If you have any questions talk to me, This can be a great RP if we work together.
9. Don't post until your CS has been approved
10. Your first post will begin before the EMP hits and then how you initially react to it.
Please Remember No one is going to know what happened, I want to slowly reveal this through RP as our characters try to figure it out. So please do not start your first post with, "Dude my car won't start it's an EMP."
Character Sheets
Name:
Age:
Appearance: (try to keep it realistic)
Job:
Bio: (at least a paragraph and try to be an average person)
Hobbies: (Strengths)
Dislikes:(weaknesses)
Relationships status:(if your into that kind of thing)
Character Ideas or Suggestions
1. A Local
2. A vacationer visiting to hike in the mountains
3. Someone stranded on the interstate, do you stay or brave the roads?
*This idea is from a book I read, I highly recommend it, I have purchased it for my personal library. Please feel free to check it out here.
*One Second After*
Opening Timeline
March 1, 2014
The world is glued to their televisions as reports break out that after Russia invaded the Ukraine that it then began invading Georgia as well as several former USSR countries. Fearing a second Cold War or possible retaliation many US citizens begin stocking up on food essentials and while consumer goods rise, trading on the stock markets begins a steep decline.
March 2, 2014
0900
The US along with other UN countries impose sanctions on Russia and go on record as being opposed to their sudden invasions.
1000
President Putin holds a press conference warning the US to lower the sanctions or reap destruction.
The US ignores the threats.
1159
NATO satellites begin tracking unidentified flying objects from the Gulf of Mexico.
1201
Objects detonate miles above the atmosphere in the Midwest. Seconds later the nuclear explosion triggers a chain-like reaction as an EMP wave begins to build.
1202
The US power grid is completely offline from the electrical surge from the EMP wave.
Most cars newer than the early 1980's quit where they are. The interstate looks like a parking lot.
Jason Leavitt
Age:31
Marine Veteran
Highway Patrol Officer
Jason Leavitt was a Highway Patrol Officer. Thirty one years of age he had just gotten out of the Marines. He was single with no prospects and not actively seeking. His motto was if the military wanted me to have a wife they would have issued me one. Upon his discharge he had completed his training as an officer. Living near the mountains in South Carolina had its advantages. Work was usually quiet and on the weekends he went backpacking. Due to the military training over the years he had become quite adept at living on MRE's in the field. In fact he was planning on doing some hiking again this weekend and had his pack in his car.
Parked in the median Jason was listening to Talk radio where they were discussing the latest on Russia's invasion when all of a sudden the radio quit. Jason turned and looked and all of his electronic equipment was off also. He tried to start the car but nothing happened when he turned the key. He popped the hood and stepped out of the car when he realized all of the cars on the interstate had stopped also. It only took a few minutes to add it all up. EMP, Damn Russians, we used to say the bear wasn't dead he was only sleeping and now it proved correct.
Jason's military training kicked in immediately, he opened his trunk grabbed his hiking pack and immediately changed out of his uniform, he knew it would only be a matter of time before anyone who hated cops would realize this was WROL (Without Rule of Law) situation. He threw on his tan cargo pants and a plain tan tshirt and put on his green hiking pack. He threw his handcuffs and badge in his pack and zipped it securely. In the front pouch he stashed the extra ammo and Kevlar vest that he was required to keep in the car. Strapping his service pistol back on he quickly disassembled the shotgun and put into his pack also.
With his gear situated he locked the car doors and began the hike to his cabin. he had roughly 20 miles to his exit then 15 miles of back road to walk to get there. He quickly distanced himself from the squad car not wanting to be associated with it. Along the way he recommended to several passers by that they needed to get whatever they could use from their car and start walking.
He had hiked for about 10 miles without incident when he heard gunshots. Ducking low and moving forward from car to car Jason slowly took in the scene. Apparently a prison transport bus had stopped in the middle of the highway. The prisoners had overpowered the guards and while it looked like a few of the convicts had fled the scene there were still five or six hanging around the bus. They were robbing and killing the men and throwing women on the bus. Jason watched horrified as they stripped a women down and then groped and pawed her like an animal before throwing her in the bus as well. Only God knows what they're doing to those poor souls he thought.
Jason watched carefully from his hidden position, There were five of them but they only had 2 shotguns. His pistol had a longer range but he'd have to shoot quit if he were to surprise them. Drawing his pistol he checked the magazine, 15 rounds. The feel of the cold steel of the Beretta pistol grip felt comfortable in his hand. He had used the weapon in several deployments and had even earned his pistol expert ribbon in the Marines with it. He kept maneuvering slowly until he was behind the bus. the 2 convicts with the shotgun were guarding the bus entrance on the left side.
Slowly he reached up and opened the rear exit door, and jumped in immediately. There was a man straddling a women who was crying. Jason Yanked the man's head back and slammed the pistol butt straight down between his eyes crushing his skull in a sickening thud. He threw the man out of the back of the bus. Hearing a noise the first man with the shotgun boarded the bus and was greeted immediately by the burst of 9mm rounds. Jason was rewarded immediately with a spray of blood as one of his rounds entered the man's face. Alerted now the second man boarded the bus carefully.
Jason ducked down beneath the seats and slid forward slowly underneath them. The convict began shooting the seat backs as he walked towards the back of the bus, thinking that Jason would be up behind one of them. Puling his legs in tight and lying prone underneath the set, Jason felt the seat shake as the backrest was blown out of the bus. As the man stepped forward Jason kicked at his legs with all of his strength and tripped him up, before the man could react Jason pulled the trigger as fast as he could giving the man a serious case of lead poisoning.
Jason inserted a new magazine into his pistol before coming out from under the seats, he then picked up the shotgun and threw the strap over his shoulder. The first man was bleeding by the door and his shotgun was still laying there. Slowly walking forward Jason picked up that shotgun and threw it over his shoulder as well, before exiting the bus. The thing about bully's his father said once, is that they are like cockroaches when the lights come on, stand up to one and they scatter. Luckily for Jason this proved true as the other convicts scattered.
He walked back to check on the woman but she had run off. Sadly Jason turned back towards his exit and began walking, doing his best to distance himself from the scene of the carnage. He continued to walk down the interstate trying to help where and when he could while making his way closer to home.
Opening Timeline
March 1, 2014
The world is glued to their televisions as reports break out that after Russia invaded the Ukraine that it then began invading Georgia as well as several former USSR countries. Fearing a second Cold War or possible retaliation many US citizens begin stocking up on food essentials and while consumer goods rise, trading on the stock markets begins a steep decline.
March 2, 2014
0900
The US along with other UN countries impose sanctions on Russia and go on record as being opposed to their sudden invasions.
1000
President Putin holds a press conference warning the US to lower the sanctions or reap destruction.
The US ignores the threats.
1159
NATO satellites begin tracking unidentified flying objects from the Gulf of Mexico.
1201
Objects detonate miles above the atmosphere in the Midwest. Seconds later the nuclear explosion triggers a chain-like reaction as an EMP wave begins to build.
1202
The US power grid is completely offline from the electrical surge from the EMP wave.
Most cars newer than the early 1980's quit where they are. The interstate looks like a parking lot.
Jason Leavitt
Age:31
Marine Veteran
Highway Patrol Officer
Jason Leavitt was a Highway Patrol Officer. Thirty one years of age he had just gotten out of the Marines. He was single with no prospects and not actively seeking. His motto was if the military wanted me to have a wife they would have issued me one. Upon his discharge he had completed his training as an officer. Living near the mountains in South Carolina had its advantages. Work was usually quiet and on the weekends he went backpacking. Due to the military training over the years he had become quite adept at living on MRE's in the field. In fact he was planning on doing some hiking again this weekend and had his pack in his car.
Parked in the median Jason was listening to Talk radio where they were discussing the latest on Russia's invasion when all of a sudden the radio quit. Jason turned and looked and all of his electronic equipment was off also. He tried to start the car but nothing happened when he turned the key. He popped the hood and stepped out of the car when he realized all of the cars on the interstate had stopped also. It only took a few minutes to add it all up. EMP, Damn Russians, we used to say the bear wasn't dead he was only sleeping and now it proved correct.
Jason's military training kicked in immediately, he opened his trunk grabbed his hiking pack and immediately changed out of his uniform, he knew it would only be a matter of time before anyone who hated cops would realize this was WROL (Without Rule of Law) situation. He threw on his tan cargo pants and a plain tan tshirt and put on his green hiking pack. He threw his handcuffs and badge in his pack and zipped it securely. In the front pouch he stashed the extra ammo and Kevlar vest that he was required to keep in the car. Strapping his service pistol back on he quickly disassembled the shotgun and put into his pack also.
With his gear situated he locked the car doors and began the hike to his cabin. he had roughly 20 miles to his exit then 15 miles of back road to walk to get there. He quickly distanced himself from the squad car not wanting to be associated with it. Along the way he recommended to several passers by that they needed to get whatever they could use from their car and start walking.
He had hiked for about 10 miles without incident when he heard gunshots. Ducking low and moving forward from car to car Jason slowly took in the scene. Apparently a prison transport bus had stopped in the middle of the highway. The prisoners had overpowered the guards and while it looked like a few of the convicts had fled the scene there were still five or six hanging around the bus. They were robbing and killing the men and throwing women on the bus. Jason watched horrified as they stripped a women down and then groped and pawed her like an animal before throwing her in the bus as well. Only God knows what they're doing to those poor souls he thought.
Jason watched carefully from his hidden position, There were five of them but they only had 2 shotguns. His pistol had a longer range but he'd have to shoot quit if he were to surprise them. Drawing his pistol he checked the magazine, 15 rounds. The feel of the cold steel of the Beretta pistol grip felt comfortable in his hand. He had used the weapon in several deployments and had even earned his pistol expert ribbon in the Marines with it. He kept maneuvering slowly until he was behind the bus. the 2 convicts with the shotgun were guarding the bus entrance on the left side.
Slowly he reached up and opened the rear exit door, and jumped in immediately. There was a man straddling a women who was crying. Jason Yanked the man's head back and slammed the pistol butt straight down between his eyes crushing his skull in a sickening thud. He threw the man out of the back of the bus. Hearing a noise the first man with the shotgun boarded the bus and was greeted immediately by the burst of 9mm rounds. Jason was rewarded immediately with a spray of blood as one of his rounds entered the man's face. Alerted now the second man boarded the bus carefully.
Jason ducked down beneath the seats and slid forward slowly underneath them. The convict began shooting the seat backs as he walked towards the back of the bus, thinking that Jason would be up behind one of them. Puling his legs in tight and lying prone underneath the set, Jason felt the seat shake as the backrest was blown out of the bus. As the man stepped forward Jason kicked at his legs with all of his strength and tripped him up, before the man could react Jason pulled the trigger as fast as he could giving the man a serious case of lead poisoning.
Jason inserted a new magazine into his pistol before coming out from under the seats, he then picked up the shotgun and threw the strap over his shoulder. The first man was bleeding by the door and his shotgun was still laying there. Slowly walking forward Jason picked up that shotgun and threw it over his shoulder as well, before exiting the bus. The thing about bully's his father said once, is that they are like cockroaches when the lights come on, stand up to one and they scatter. Luckily for Jason this proved true as the other convicts scattered.
He walked back to check on the woman but she had run off. Sadly Jason turned back towards his exit and began walking, doing his best to distance himself from the scene of the carnage. He continued to walk down the interstate trying to help where and when he could while making his way closer to home.
Jason stared at his laptop as he listened to the jet takeoff from the flight deck above him. Having quarters just below it made it difficult to sleep but when he did go to sleep it was usually after flying missions all day. On this night he stared at a Craig's List advertisement he was posting. He was embarrassed about doing it but yet excited at the prospects of meeting someone new. His carrier would pull into Norfolk, in a few days and his flight detachment would go back to there home base in Virginia Beach. While it was exciting to be back in the states Jason knew he'd be lonely. All of his family lived in Alabama and they were getting ready for his younger brother's wedding. His brother Jake was marrying his high school sweetheart before he left for boot camp. That was the problem his family and friends always thought he'd be the first to get married and settle down but the truth was Jason just hadn't met the right girl yet. So to try to appease them he planned on bringing a date to meet the family. Once the ship pulled in he would be given 2 weeks of vacation, which he planned on spending with his family. He typed out the rest of the ad and read through it quickly.
*I need a Date*
My name is Jason Bannon, I'm in the Navy stationed in Norfolk, Virginia. My brother is getting married next week and I'm taking leave to go back to Alabama for two weeks for the wedding. I'm single but all my friends and family expect me to have a date for the wedding. I will be coming back from a six month deployment with my air detachment on Friday. I won't have anyone to greet me the day my ship pulls because my family is preparing a wedding. I am a 28 year old man I fly F/A- 18 Hornets (Same model jet as the Blue Angels) but I've not had time to even find a date since I just got back and I need some help. I have enclosed a picture and I hope to hear from someone soon.
*I need a Date*
My name is Jason Bannon, I'm in the Navy stationed in Norfolk, Virginia. My brother is getting married next week and I'm taking leave to go back to Alabama for two weeks for the wedding. I'm single but all my friends and family expect me to have a date for the wedding. I will be coming back from a six month deployment with my air detachment on Friday. I won't have anyone to greet me the day my ship pulls because my family is preparing a wedding. I am a 28 year old man I fly F/A- 18 Hornets (Same model jet as the Blue Angels) but I've not had time to even find a date since I just got back and I need some help. I have enclosed a picture and I hope to hear from someone soon.
The diary of James Bannon
January 1, 1864
I inspected my Cavalry Division again this morning, forces appear to be well fed and groomed, and the rifles were cleaned and ready for battle. We don't have as many men with us as we did when we started South but the men that are here; are the fighting kind. I know it's New year's Day and if I were at home in Pennsylvania we'd be eating sauerkraut and sausage. Today they served us some local food call Gumbo and Jambalaya. It was good, they use a vegetable down here I wasn't familiar with called Okra. I spoke to a local farmer about and he said it probably wouldn't grow in PA due to the colder temps but he gave me some seeds anyway. Well I'm about to begin my patrol so I will write again later.
James closed his diary and laid it on his desk. As a Lieutenant in the Cavalry he was responsible for a small group of men 25-30, that made up a small part of the larger division. Knowing it was New Years Day and that the men would be anxious to blow off some steam he let them go free after an inspection that morning. It was late in the afternoon, but it was still warm outside, one of the nice things about being this far south. James checked the loads in his Colt 45 revolver before mounting his horse. Patting the horse on the shoulder he said calmly, "Alright Buck, let's go make sure the boys stay out of trouble tonight."
Since coming to New Orleans there had been several bar fights in the French Quarter, James setup a rotation so that one of his men would be in the area to try to De-fuse any fights before they began. Other officers did not do the same thing and they made fun of James for it; but James has saved his men from many a fight and they had come to respect him for it. He rode Buck down the narrow streets of New Orleans. The music was cascading from several different bars along with drunken laughter creating a loud cacophony of noise. He rode down the streets in a random route each time not wanting to create an easily distinguishable pattern. After riding for an hour or so, he dismounted Buck and tied him to a hitching post outside a small tavern, he walked in and ordered a sarsaparilla.
The mood inside the bar was celebratory and he didn't see any of his men inside this one, so he paid for his drink and began walking down the street glancing into shop windows and tavern doors.
Name: Tosh
Generation: 9
Clan: Gangrel
Disciplines: Animalism, Protean, & Fortitude
Turned in the early 1600's
Personality: Tosh is very independent, having grown up an orphan he was forced to fend for himself from an early age. He prefers quiet dark areas and does not associate with humans or others of his kind unless it is for monetary reasons. He gets his thrills from the hunt of information as he likes to call it, which is just a nice way of saying he likes to eavesdrop and listen to conversations. He is socially awkward among his peers and tends to always retreat to a corner of the room when available. He tends to always carry a foul odor due to so much time spent underground in sewer tunnels. His clothes are usually a patchwork of whatever items wash through the storm drain. Most people that meet tend to perceive him as cold, callous, and uncaring; and they would be absolutely right. Unless the situation affects him directly Tosh will stay out of it unless there's a way to make a profit from it. He has used his wealth over the years to start a coin collection which began in the sewers of London several hundred years earlier. His weakness is feeding on drunk humans in an attempt to feel drunk himself though it never seems to work out quite right.
Biography: Tosh was an orphan boy in London, to survive he became a tosher. Basically someone who went through the sewers looking for dropped coins, jewelry etc. He made a decent living but eventually became more comfortable mucking about in the sewers with the rats than he did with the humans above him. As he grew older he acquired a taste for ale and spent the majority of what little income he made on booze. One evening as he was walking through the rough side of London, a beastly looking man appeared in front of him. Dressed in animal skins, Tosh almost swore the man was an animal himself. He turned to run from the man and the man impossibly quick was in front of him. Tosh threw his nearly empty bottle of wine at the beast and slid quickly into the sewers. Having toshed there for years he knew his way about them like the back of his hand. He was able to avoid the man for awhile but eventually once more the man appeared in front of him. The Beast smiled and thanked him for the pleasure of the hunt. Tosh was confused at the remark and was about to reply when the man bit him. He awoke later in the sewers alone, but he felt different, slowly things began to change for him. He realized he became a vampire.
After his embrace his sire had left him alone in the sewers to survive the first few days on his own. They were traumatic and difficult days but through sheer willpower he overcame them. Unknowingly his sire had been watching him from the shadows to see if he was worthy enough to be trained. Tosh slowly earned his master’s trust and began his rigorous training. His sire went by the nickname of Bear, whether he had another name Tosh did not know. Bear taught him not only to control the beast but how to use it.
Over time Tosh saw less and less of Bear, Tosh returned to the sewers where he was comfortable and lived there peacefully for a short time. His acute sense of hearing and the echoes of the sounds in the sewer tunnels gave Tosh the ability to collect information discretely. He began to spy on rival storekeepers earning coins for insider information. His reputation of an informant began to grow until one day a gang decided to flush him out of the sewers once and for all. He was cornered in a dead when he gave way to the beast but this time was different, he had a searing pain in his eyes and hands as he gave way to the blood lust in those dark tunnels, afterwards when he saw his reflection his eyes had become more rounded and black, and his fingers began to turn more claw like.
He fled to Paris where he once again lived in the sewers. This period of his life would always be remembered as his learning stage. He learned a lot by hiding near the university campuses and became quite educated, but deep down at heart Tosh was still a rat. The years spent in Paris were bloody, there were several revolutions, that he had sold information to both sides just to make a few extra coins. He didn’t really care for humans much other than for feeding on when necessary.
After the violence of the French Revolutions died down, there was no longer an opportunity to make money there so once more Tosh traveled. Eventually he made his way to New York City and then to Boston making his home once again in the sewers below the city.
The years have not been kind to Tosh, most vampires remain somewhat ageless; but due to his rat-like nature and Gangrel behaviors he has turned more and more into his fellow sewer companions. It is even rumored that Tosh can turn himself into a rat at will.
Due to his solitary personality Tosh tends to leave most everyone alone including members of the Camarilla and Sabat. His only dealings with them have only been for monetary purposes. Each side knows that his services go to the highest bidder but sadly that is a risk that is acceptable. Because whether or not Tosh sells you out, his information has always been accurate.
Appearance:
Generation: 9
Clan: Gangrel
Disciplines: Animalism, Protean, & Fortitude
Turned in the early 1600's
Personality: Tosh is very independent, having grown up an orphan he was forced to fend for himself from an early age. He prefers quiet dark areas and does not associate with humans or others of his kind unless it is for monetary reasons. He gets his thrills from the hunt of information as he likes to call it, which is just a nice way of saying he likes to eavesdrop and listen to conversations. He is socially awkward among his peers and tends to always retreat to a corner of the room when available. He tends to always carry a foul odor due to so much time spent underground in sewer tunnels. His clothes are usually a patchwork of whatever items wash through the storm drain. Most people that meet tend to perceive him as cold, callous, and uncaring; and they would be absolutely right. Unless the situation affects him directly Tosh will stay out of it unless there's a way to make a profit from it. He has used his wealth over the years to start a coin collection which began in the sewers of London several hundred years earlier. His weakness is feeding on drunk humans in an attempt to feel drunk himself though it never seems to work out quite right.
Biography: Tosh was an orphan boy in London, to survive he became a tosher. Basically someone who went through the sewers looking for dropped coins, jewelry etc. He made a decent living but eventually became more comfortable mucking about in the sewers with the rats than he did with the humans above him. As he grew older he acquired a taste for ale and spent the majority of what little income he made on booze. One evening as he was walking through the rough side of London, a beastly looking man appeared in front of him. Dressed in animal skins, Tosh almost swore the man was an animal himself. He turned to run from the man and the man impossibly quick was in front of him. Tosh threw his nearly empty bottle of wine at the beast and slid quickly into the sewers. Having toshed there for years he knew his way about them like the back of his hand. He was able to avoid the man for awhile but eventually once more the man appeared in front of him. The Beast smiled and thanked him for the pleasure of the hunt. Tosh was confused at the remark and was about to reply when the man bit him. He awoke later in the sewers alone, but he felt different, slowly things began to change for him. He realized he became a vampire.
After his embrace his sire had left him alone in the sewers to survive the first few days on his own. They were traumatic and difficult days but through sheer willpower he overcame them. Unknowingly his sire had been watching him from the shadows to see if he was worthy enough to be trained. Tosh slowly earned his master’s trust and began his rigorous training. His sire went by the nickname of Bear, whether he had another name Tosh did not know. Bear taught him not only to control the beast but how to use it.
Over time Tosh saw less and less of Bear, Tosh returned to the sewers where he was comfortable and lived there peacefully for a short time. His acute sense of hearing and the echoes of the sounds in the sewer tunnels gave Tosh the ability to collect information discretely. He began to spy on rival storekeepers earning coins for insider information. His reputation of an informant began to grow until one day a gang decided to flush him out of the sewers once and for all. He was cornered in a dead when he gave way to the beast but this time was different, he had a searing pain in his eyes and hands as he gave way to the blood lust in those dark tunnels, afterwards when he saw his reflection his eyes had become more rounded and black, and his fingers began to turn more claw like.
He fled to Paris where he once again lived in the sewers. This period of his life would always be remembered as his learning stage. He learned a lot by hiding near the university campuses and became quite educated, but deep down at heart Tosh was still a rat. The years spent in Paris were bloody, there were several revolutions, that he had sold information to both sides just to make a few extra coins. He didn’t really care for humans much other than for feeding on when necessary.
After the violence of the French Revolutions died down, there was no longer an opportunity to make money there so once more Tosh traveled. Eventually he made his way to New York City and then to Boston making his home once again in the sewers below the city.
The years have not been kind to Tosh, most vampires remain somewhat ageless; but due to his rat-like nature and Gangrel behaviors he has turned more and more into his fellow sewer companions. It is even rumored that Tosh can turn himself into a rat at will.
Due to his solitary personality Tosh tends to leave most everyone alone including members of the Camarilla and Sabat. His only dealings with them have only been for monetary purposes. Each side knows that his services go to the highest bidder but sadly that is a risk that is acceptable. Because whether or not Tosh sells you out, his information has always been accurate.
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