Thomas Long

Mekhet in White

Description:

Virtue: Temperance
Vice: Pride

Clan: Mekhet
Covenant: Ordo Dracul

Embrace: 1968
Apparent Age: 24

Mental Attributes: Intelligence 5, Wits 2, Resolve 2
Physical Attributes: Strength 2, Dexterity 2, Stamina 2
Social Attributes: Presence 3, Manipulation 3, Composure 2

Mental Skills: Academics 2, Computers 2, Investigation 1, Occult 1, Politics 2, Science 4 (Chemistry)
Physical Skills: Larceny 2, Stealth 3, Weaponry 2 (Needles).
Social Skills: Persuasion 1, Subterfuge 4 (Respectability)

Influence: 3
Assets:
Jamaal Lee, 5 Mile Enforcer (Weaponry 4)
Muhammed M’bwanza, National Islamic Center Imam (Expression 3)
Nicky DiMarcopolis, Greektown Bag Man (Streetwise 3)
Alban Juncai, Albanian Sharpshooter (Firearms 3)
John McCaffey, Machinist (Craft 3)
Maria Zamana, Wayne State Hospital Nurse (Medicine 2)
Sven Ortiff, Paramedic (Medicine 2)

Merits: Allies 2 (Wayne State University), Contacts 2 (Gangs, Students), Status (City) 1, Status (Ordo Dracul) 1, Mentor (John Walker) 1, Quick Draw (Weaponry), Haven Size 1, Haven Security 2

Disciplines: Auspex 4, Celerity 1, Coils of the Dragon 1 (Coil of The Beast)
Devotions: Quicken Sight

Health: 7
Willpower: 5
Blood Potency:
Humanity: 6
Derangements: Narcissism
Flaws: None

Size: 5
Defense: 2
Initiative: 6
Speed: 10

Sire: Justin Fields
Childer: None

Experience:

Bio:

Stupid. So stupid.

People never really change, even if they go through significant supernatural reclassifications. They still work and fight and lie and scheme and breed like rats, all of it without stopping to observe, all of it to fulfill base urges. None of it with any respectable thought behind it.

There was a time when I thought that I could simply avoid their stupidity, that if I could simply build myself a keep in my lab and submit to the pure, logical ecstasy of the science, it could drown out the screams of their ignorance. When I was sired for acting against this hypothesis, it no doubt reinforced it for some years. But now it has become abundantly clear that if the idiocy is allowed to continue, the destruction will reach me no matter how far withdrawn from it I make myself.

So I step into the incomprehensible, byzantine political arena of the city, not for ambition, but for self preservation. I know that they will believe me poorly armed; the quiet, drugmaking, unloved childe of the late Fields is far beneath the notice of those atop the hierarchy. This assumption will be my greatest weapon. When they believe me slow, I will be two steps ahead of them. When they believe me unambitious, I will be amassing power. When they believe themselves my equals, I will be preparing to show them what small minds they truly are. The Kindred of Detroit will come to a sensible policy, even if they must be dragged to it, and if I must do the dragging, so be it.

Thomas Long

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