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Real Name: Adam Ferris
Apparent Age: late 20s/early 30s
Concept: Eager to please, wheeler-dealer.
Physical description: A little overweight, a little doughy, tall, goateed individual.
Relevant Mechanics: He just generally seems 'likable', or at least, 'not as killable' when the poop hits the whirling blades (OOC: Sanctity)
Basic Timeline: He's a recent embrace, still trying to get his feet underneath of him. According to him, he was embraced by some "asshole who thought it'd be cool to embrace him" as opposed to it being for any 'good' reason. He speaks well, but his sire wanted him to learn calligraphy or some shit. Daddy was not pleased when when the relevant discipline set he was supposed to get didn't take, and he came out a mutt.
Current Activities: Adam is a salesman at heart, and almost always on the move. Being a vampire means that income streams need to be more passive than active, especially when dealing with kine. He's recently discovered, that like all sects, the Movement is rotting "at the top", and has decided to take on the mantle of 'fool' to talk about how the Emperors of the Anarchs, have no clothes on.
He makes his way along the I-10 corridor from Texas to Florida, in a non-descript Winnebago. He's also smart enough to have a few beater cars spread out in every Anarch holding along the route as well.
Merit Details: Something about Adam makes him just seem more a victim of circumstance than anything else. It's hard to be pissed off at him for long, or if you are, to kind of shrug it off and move on.
Background: He's okay with the overall condition, but misses not being able to be out during half of the day. Adam knows the 'art of the deal', and has set up several side projects during the day to keep him off the streets and in reasonable living conditions.
Fuck that guy.
Not a chance.
- internal monologue* "for fuck's sake, stop talking/typing, you're going to achieve the goal of uniting the Anarch Movement--in killing your loud-mouth self!"