Scrimshaw

Introduction Scrimshaw "One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee." [ edit ] Contacts Henry Heveningham, lord of Dunwich: My master, my domitor, the man I would take a bullet for. Again. Vegard: Decent enough fella, I don't much approve of his witchy fashion sense though. Silvana: Kind as could be, even put me up when I first came to town. Vivianne: Pretty young thing, looked sweet as the mornin', though looks can be deceiving. Annastasija: Sweet girl, but I'm a bit too old to play a gigolo for her. Slayton: A cool customer, seems like an important fellow. David: Quite a nice feller, and an accountant. Too bad there's no accountin' for me! Amos: Far too worried about us being damned n all. Arik: A fellow lover of tobacco, what more can a man need? Aubrey: Nuala I'm probably not her daddy! ...far as I know. [ edit ] RP 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. [ edit ]

Scrimshaw [ edit ] Overview Full Name: Theodore Roderic McGrath Date of Birth: October 28th, 1800 Apparent Age: Early Fifties Ethnicity: Irish American Origin: New Bedford, Massachusetts Occupation: Fisherman Demeanor: Curmudgeon Religion: Roman Catholic Domitor: Henry Hevenington, lord of Dunwich Clan: Brujah Sect: Camarilla Notable Traits: Missing teeth, grizzled beard Enneagram: Six (Loyalist) Height: 6'1" Weight: 255 lbs Eye Color: Brown Hair: Salt And Pepper Scrimshaw's Song Played by: George "Buck" Flower [ edit ] Description An older fellow fellow in his late fifties, standing just over six foot with fluffy salt-and-pepper hair. He's quite a salty character, missing most of his teeth and eyes in a permanent squint. His skin has been baked into leather, every crinkle in his face accentuated when he laughs. A beard like a brillo pad covers his face, and without his cap he is seen to be balding with numerous dents and scars upon his pate. His stride is hunched from years of abuse upon the sea, but his beer-belly proceeds him as he walks, tottering forward with barrel chest protruding. Despite the round, top-heavy frame and lack of tone, his strength is belied by his broad shoulders and forearms cut with thick, ropy muscle. There is a mirth to his voice, gravelly and baritone as it may be. It's a low growl with a thick northeastern accent to it, a whistle heard from the lack of teeth when he speaks certain words. His movement is purposeful and certain, wasting no time with deliberation. His clothing varies depending on the weather, favoring knit tuques and peacoats when it turns cold and a simple broad-striped shirt and overalls when the sun comes out. He is rarely seen without his signature square rig cap to cover his poor skull, and his deck boots are worn even when he sleeps. [ edit ]