Alive (undead)

Brujah
Protagonist????
"Flagship" Character

Alain McLaren
William Grey
Mick Stuart
Felix Gage
Milo Duval

Male

Born May 25th 1699
Embraced 1725
physically 26 years old
326 in 2025

Chaotic Bisexual

190-200lbs

6'4

dirty blonde

various lengths
always curly, shaggy

Occasional stubble but ne're more than that. In life, he was never able to grow a full beard or mustache drove him a little nuts. It looked like shit and he got shit for it from all his sailor buddies. As a vampire, he will never be able to grow a beard or a mustache, but since he died with light stubble that's the most he'll ever have.

Jade green, ringed with gold.

Scottish

deathly pale

well built, muscular, strong but not overly ripped.
laborer strongk

Various tattoos
Including but not limited to:
a swallow
something for Scotland
a weeping willow for Adele DuSaule
Traditional style cactus

Sunlight burn scars across legs, back, upper chest
This isn't like ever going to be mentioned in the text because it will make me feel insane, but since I have decided that Connor Storrie is Davey and he has some moles on his face, it's ok if Davey has some too sometimes?

Heath Ledger
CONNOR STORRIE

Davey has an unintelligible international Frankenstein accent. Is it Scottish? French? A little Cockney? Is that a Southern drawl? Nobody knows. Olivia van Horn says it sounds like he "took all the Anglophone accents and put them in a blender."
He is not graceful. He’s tall, doesn't have the best posture but not a chronic sloucher or anything.

One of those people who's perpetually in motion. Can't sit still to save his life, or unlife i guess.
If he decides he likes you, he's really very chill and goofy. Accidentally charming, classically debonair.

He has a lot of anger, some of it supernatural Brujah rage but he was a very angry person when he was alive as well. There's a bit of wanderlust going on here too. His whole existence he's never stayed in one place for very long, with a few exceptions. He is fiercely loyal and protective towards his friends and people he loves.

Impulsive
Moody
Sometimes down right mean
He lies

He's very resistant to change, even though he's quite progressive socially. He just can't really fathom the technical advancements we've made. The best example of this being the moon landing.

He was a good sailor. He's quite musical, he can sing, he's one of those people who can just pick up an instrument master it in an afternoon. He never really does anything with this, even though he probably could. He's got vampire strength obviously, but he's physically quite gifted. Even as a human. He was always strong and capable. He's a good boxer. He's a decent shot, not great but not terrible. I see him favoring blunt weapons but I'm sure he's pretty good with swords and knives.

shoplifting?
music
running around on rooftops

Vampirism
ADHD
Hasn't really come up yet but claustrophobia, from that one time he almost drowned in a shipwreck.

He's pretty grungy in the modern day. He's worn nothing but jeans since 1850. He favors flannels and old band tees, ripped jeans. Not for the aesthetic but because he needs new clothes. Occasionally wears eye makeup and black nail polish.
Quite good looking, the exact cross section of rugged and delicate features. Slight resting bitch face tho. Adele DuSaule says he's "like a prince in an old fairytale, till he opens his mouth, at least."

On the Run Pt 1
“Look…  I know we put on a show of being shit to each other, but I don’t mind you as much as  I let on, and I’m thinking maybe you feel the same. We made a good team back there.  I’d- I’d feel…shitty if something happened to you, Adele. Come with me.” 
"I been doing this since before your bloody grandparents were born.”
"We’re monsters, Adele. If you told me those hunters were the first people you ever killed, you’d be lying to my face, and we both know it.”
"Do you want a fucking medal?"
"That's the truth. I promise. I don't go out of my way to kill, but I find it's… easier if I leave it a mystery."
“I’m not running around bleeding from my eyes, that’s the difference."
"I want you, Adele." He says. "Seems like you want me too. I don't know why you won't let yourself go. But when you're ready, I'll be out on that shit little houseboat where you found me."
On the Run PT2
"Do you think I'm normal, Adele? Do you think I'm not broken too?" She shrugs, Alain lets out a little chuckle.
"It's hard not to be when you are what we are. And normal? Normal doesn't exist. If it does, it's fucking boring."
"Will you stop that? I don't care. You keep judging yourself for shit I don't care about, it's holding you back. Do you want me, or nah? I won't wait forever. I never been a patient man. "
"I know how it sounds but it's a bit different for me. He saved my life when he embraced me. I was marked for death, on a prison ship, carted away to be hung, or stuck in the gibbet."
" It was the second time he'd saved me from the black, and the last thing he ever did."
Wading out to Castle Stalker, when the tide was right, having to swim back, after inevitably getting distracted catching little crabs in the rocks. The time he'd fully fallen off a cliff, washed up miles away from home. Saved by a roaming sheepherd who's flock had strayed too far. Taken him a week to make it back home. His mother had nearly killed him herself when he'd showed up again.
"Like if we ever go to the city again, I don't mind. But if folks see a pretty lady walking around the French Quarter with leaves and sticks in her hair, no shoes on, eyes aglow, they might think something supernatural was afoot."
"Or they might just think it was Mardi Gras."
"Ah, right, shit. Well most other citjes. If you was walking through… Chicago in the middle of the night and you saw a pretty lady walking around barefoot, with eyes aglow and sticks in her hair in a blizzard you might think-"
"I know, something supernatural."
It seems to be the 1990s. Which is insane. He tries not to think about that too hard. That would mean he's almost 300 years old, give or take about 25 years. Still not sure how old he'd been when he'd died. He's pretty sure he was younger than 30.
The Price We Pay
She sounds rather smug about that last bit, Davey can’t say he blames her for that. Honoria could probably stand to be embarrassed from time to time. And as much as he would like to see that, it will have to wait. He has to clear this boon.
“What are you gonna do, bleed at me?”
"Hey, look if it makes you feel any better, you really had me scrambling here. Got me good with that acid blood thing, had me running round like a rooster with me head cut off."
"You can't eat cops, not fucking here! Alright?"
"Bringing you back was one thing but, this? Goes against everything I ever stood for. As a Kine, as Kindred, as Brujah. I fucking hate the Tremere too!"
"Don't hold it against me." He says, now he's almost pleading. Flopping his golden head on the pillow, boots still on. " I wish I knew how to help you, how to stop this. But I never been one for a cunning plan."
At first he'd had the thought that if he was in her place he'd want to be awake for it, but then he'd remembered that he had been. All those years ago in the belly of a prison ship. The restless anger, sleepless weeks waiting for it all to be over. Before the storm, he'd thought of doing himself in, at least going out on his own terms but he hadn't needed to. Cabral had done it for him in the end.
He wonders if Honoria will reimburse him for any of this shit. She should, it's starting to add up.
Part of him secretly hopes she'll be gone when he gets out. Made her great escape. At least she'll have tried something then.
"Great. God, this would be kind of exciting if we weren't so fucked, it's been a long time since I had a bounty on my head."
"Well, cutting my hair won't save me from Honoria, or the Camarilla. I don't know if it'll even do much with the Kine. I'm too recognizable. Got one of those faces."
"But what if- fucking hell, we're goin' in circles! What I'm trying to get at here is nothing's certain. Don't know what else might happen. So stop askin' me to kill you. I won't do it. We don't know how this is gonna end."
"Well, Lady Luck is a messy bitch."
"I've thought it for ages. There's no reason I should still be here. I can't count the times on one hand I should have died. And that's just before I was Kindred."
"You're just sitting here feeling sorry for yourself! Time's running out, but you still have it. There's always something you can try!"
"All I'm trying to say is that we don't know what's gonna happen. And I don't think you should take it lying down. It's bumming me out. He cocks his head, in the mirror trying to find the right angle. "Or discount random luck either, I'm living proof of that."
"I think what I should have said last night is this: I don't want you to die. I don't want to kill you. I want to help you but I don't know how. Not while Honoria has my blood."
"Would you call that a Deus Ex Whatever The Fuck You Said?"
"And these? Fucking useless. I was gonna say they made me feel like Clark Kent but it worked for him."
Two birds, one stone. So many crimes
Alcohol doesn't make the muted pattern on his own faded flannel look like the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Alcohol doesn't make him feel like he's back standing in a field of heather in the midday sun.
"But she did. And you should be glad she did. Look, I was doing this because I had to, my heart was never in it. I felt like shit about it from the start, but now that I know… I can't. I won't."
"Would it really be so bad to be my friend, Olivia?"
"I don't know what you want me to say. I'm sorry, I guess? " It feels like he's appologizing for something he did in a dream.
"You know, for someone who makes out like she's so much fucking smarter than me, you sure are good at playing dumb."
"You're Honoria's childe, that's for fucking sure. You were wrong about me? I was wrong about you."
"You goddam lying bitch, if anything happens to her… so help me I will kill you myself."
"This is all you, Liv. Time to reap what you fucking sowed. Turns out we were fucked from the start! Would have been real nice to know! I don't much care what happens to either one of us right now."
"But this is Adele, and you should know by now, I don't fucking play when it comes to her. I will sacrifice both of us if it keeps her safe."
It is difficult to be so violently angry when flutes and violins are playing in the background but Davey has had a lot of practice.
"I'll keep mine but…sounds like yours isn't good for very much."
"She's dead, and now Willow hates me, but it won't hurt for too much longer, cuz I'm gonna follow Olivia into the sun."

none
Catholism (over 250 years ago)

Anarch

When he was alive, he was a sailor and eventually a pirate.
After his embrace, he did some of these things:
Dick Turpin style highwayman
1800s bareknuckle boxer
Cowboy/hired gun/bandit
Art thief

black probably

it's fucking blood dude.

He doesn't have a lot, he lost most of what he had in Katrina.
Probably a sweet old lighter, he smokes a lot. But not cigarettes. Davey smokes pipe tobacco. He has some decently valuable art he's stolen, it's the one thing he really has to show for all his time spent. He's sick of it and wants to get rid of it but feels like he can't sell it. Has Adele DuSaule's ancient pickup, and her wedding picture, with her husband ripped out of course.

He has some really sweet old guns from his cowboy days.

fox, who doesn't love a fox.
also loves a good cat

Bouncer at Compulsion, a vampire run night club in Chelsea.

English
Scottish Gaelic
French
Spanish
Italian (but just the swears)
irish?

May 25th, 1699

He can read and write but not very well. He learned out of necessity and has never been to formal school.

Portnacroish, Appin, Scotland

Portnacroish
Glasgow
Edinburgh
London
Cardiff
Dublin
Belfast
Paris
Madrid
Moscow
New Orleans
New Mexico
Texas
New York City

None personally but in New York City in 2007, he finds a kitten in a back alley and brings it to his new friend Aurelie Damas. He names her Chouchette and gets pretty attached. He goes to see her fairly frequently.

Jasper Hobbs