Rawlins

Contacts Contacts (I know you) Alice Those Ta-Tas almost kilt me girl. Alzbeta Never lock a cat in a cage and expect to talk. Ashton You'd not be permitted to live if you were of my blood. Bard Lord of the Dance Berch At least I wasn't the only one standing out at the bar. Eric Cool club. Heathen Still got those friends - and I'm still broke. Istvan Impressive...cane. Jolene First meetings and things are off to an interesting start. Manfred Cool but only saw him for a few minutes. Mikael Yup, still broke. Associates (I like you) Joe: He family, but like all cousins - I ain't really seen him much. But if he called, I'd answer. Friends (I trust you) Hooks History Known to have been hanging around Rawlins, WY about ten years ago. Mostly a drifter that runs around with a few people now and again. Somehow he managed to find a driver, "Gramps", that keeps en eye on his rig when he's out and can drive him around when he's sleeping. The driver is an old, bitter guy; a truck driver for nearly forty years. He's got lung cancer from smoking a pack of day since he could drive and a liver that's about quit on him. Without semi-regular doses of 'the shit' to keep him going he'd have been dead months ago. Every fourth word out of his mouth is a cuss. Now that he's got 'the shit' from 'the kid', he's feelin like a man that's twenty years younger. Habits He's mostly a nomadic creature Walks around UCP campus in the evening. Haunts College Bars Road House Bars "Gramps" drops Rawslins off wherever it is that he needs to be that night and then finds a spot to park the rig until he gets a call for a pick up. The kid hands over whatever cash he scored that night for gas and stuff and crashes out while he moves them around. Campus Library: UC Prospect Home Typically outside of Prospect though they move around a lot. Has a mobile haven that's an old Chevy camper from the mid-80's. He's tried to put down roots before - to have a traditional haven but those things are seemingly too easy to find and then they turn into a weakness. They never seem to be in the same exact spot two days in a row - just to throw people off the trail. Horror Being controlled by another. Whether it's the whim of a Prince of the Camarilla or the fanaticism of a High Priest of the Sabbat, when he starts to feel the hands of others trying to put a collar around his neck he is quick to hit the road. Ain't no place worth being a slave. Personality

Overview Name Rawlins Apparent Age Early Twenties Occupation: Vagrant Demeanor: Rebel Nature: Survivor Race: Vampire Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Blue Height: 5'10" Weight: 190 Concept: Nomadic Vagrant Stereotypes Really not a fan of the political bullshit. It's like Mean Girls with fangs. Seriously not a fan of their religious and political fanaticism. Trying to convince everyone else that they are right about things but then not letting you decide for yourself. Not the worst. These guys got a serious rage problem. If they can keep it check they can be cool people. Those poor bastards. Made the best of what they got but damn. I pass them info if I run into it. Uh... no comment. At least -some- of these guys will buy you dinner before they fuck you over. Gallery

Logs No pages meet these criteria.