Scrimshaw/Hooks

Whaler: A fisherman at heart, he loves all things dealing with the sea, sailing, exploration and conquest of the deeps.

Massachusetts: Born in New Bedford, has a thick New England accent.

War of 1812: Was pressed into service by the British Navy, and is still rather sore about it.

Camarilla: Very staunch supporter of the Camarilla, despite not fitting in to it's more refined company.

English Domitor: His master is the Lord of Dunwich, a fop and wastrel of whom he is fiercely fond.

Ports of Call: From Shanghai to Lisbon, he's seen them all and vomited in most of them.

Catholic: Might be considered lapsed, as he is quite bleak on his outlook. That being said, he's not above the salvation of others, just not himself.

Carving: He earned his name due to his love of scrimshaw, the carving of whale bones. He is rarely seen if not whittling.

Music: He's a whiz on the concertina and can still dance a jig. Shanties and dirges are still a favorite.

Alcohol: He is partial to scotch or beer, but anyone with a bottle is his best friend.

Bawdy Jokes: Did I ever tell you the one about the Staten Island Ferry?

Tall Tales: He is generally known as an honest man, but the more outlandish the tale, the more he enjoys them.

Muscle Jobs: Known to take odd jobs that require a bit of violence, be it theft, loan collection or otherwise.

Brawling: Most sailors lose their teeth to scurvy or other problems, his were beaten out of him. He loves any good fight, even if it means he ends up pummeled into unconsciousness.

Redheads: Has a partiality to gingers and women who swear compulsively, just like his mother.

Canyon Park Crossroads: He is more often seen sleeping on the beach, but sometimes he'll string a hammock up on the porch.