Damned in Detroit
The Man Behind the Motor City
Apparent Age: 32
Mental Attributes: Intelligence 2, Wits 3, Resolve 3
Physical Attributes: Strength 2, Dexterity 2, Stamina 2
Social Attributes: Presence 4, Manipulation 3, Composure 3
Mental Skills: Academics 1, Computer 1, Investigation 3 (guests), Politics 3 (territory)
Physical Skills: Athletics 1, Larceny 1, Weaponry 2 (straight razor)
Social Skills: Expression 1, Intimidation 3 (smiling threats), Persuasion 3, Socialize 2, Streetwise 1, Subterfuge 3 (feigning ignorance)
Paul Vukmir, Bodyguard (Brawl 4)
Tina Wei, Head Exotic Dancer (Expression 4)
Gary Soccotti, Floor Manager (Larceny 3)
Marion White, Chauffeur (Drive 3)
Niels Joranger, Teamster (Politics 2)
Veronica Kowalski, Prostitute (Streetwise 2)
Luiz Estevez, MS-13 (Firearms 3)
Howie Karsh, Private Eye (Investigation 1)
Merits: Retainer 2 (Lise Quilliam, Blood Doll), Resources 4, Contacts 2 (high rollers, Unbound), Status 4 (Motor City Casino Exec), Haven Size 2, Haven Security 2, Status 2 (Unbound)
Disciplines: Dominate 3, Majesty 1,
Blood Potency: 3
Derangement: Agoraphobia (Humanity 5)
Sire: Emmanuel Pearse (presumed Final Death)
DeLay thought he was just a stitch, you know.
After I scraped, and paid, and played the little Third Estate game for more than a decade, just so I could get something of my own. Just so I could have a place, that was mine, like he promised me.
Ha ha. Ha.
So he gives little Jack Spades the old abandoned bakery up on the North Side. “Take care of the wasteland for me, son!”, and he walked away with that god-damned fucking smile of his. And he expected me to just crumple, just fall.
Well, I showed him. I took care of the lousy square block for years. Decades. I kept the deed, and shuffled the companies and ghouled the landlords and when they got uppity I sunk them in the River like the sacks of cement they so resembled.
And then the Casino came. The Motor City. My home. My Beautiful Home…
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, you know? Resurget Cineribus
One square block. And now it’s mine. All mine.
Who’s laughing now?