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History: Mortal
Alrights, so maybe a bit about my old past first. Uh huh, so me? I’m from Cajun country, Acadian like you all like to say. So, yeah, I’m from La Louisiane. Yeah, I grew up in believin’ about my mam’s being a Traitieur and had a lot in the family that did the whole Rangarou thing. Wonderin’ why I ain’t a Loup ain’t ya? Well, shit happens mon cher, and sit patient and I might tell you ‘bout it. On second thought, nope. Don’t feel like diggin’ that deep right now.
My early days as a kid? Not important at all. Them nights is long gone, but I’ll tell you a couple of things that ties in a bit I suppose. See, back bayou where I’m from, not a whole lot of opportunities I should say. I was a fair student that could learn some things from books, but I’ve always been hands on. I guess that’s a good thing, seein’ as all that work that had to be done. Maybe its genes, but I always had a natural strength and with workin’ all day, haulin’ stuff, and choppin’ and all, I guess it kept me damned in shape. Other thing is me an’ engines, well, we always did get along real well. So, I remember learnin’ how to break down engines and put them back together real good, and that was better than learnin’ all the state capitols. Who cares about the capitol of Wyoming? Was I ever going there. Its Cheyenne by the way, in case you was wonderin’. So anyways, we would the men and boys would be out in the garage messin’ with engines: cars, boats; fine tunin’ them to outrun the lawmen when we had to get stuff, here to there. Then there was some other things that we got into, you know, lotsa’ folks ‘disappear’ in the bayou you know. Well, maybe I’ll tell you ‘bout that sort of thing later too huh?
Well, that went on for a long time and course we did some things for some shady folks and eventually, our kind start pushing in on traffick’n stuff through the bayou up to New Orleans, savages and my kind mainly, other Kindred’s are too uptown for that sort of thing, ‘cept maybe the Mek’s, but they ain’t usually stout enough to do it. There’s always a first, but huh...well, alright. So’s my then one-night-to-be sire, Ronny Granger, well, he was makin’ a move into the area. Hmm, this must’ve been in the twenties, cuz Prohibition was still kickin’ and all that. So, Ronny was needin’ some things done to his vehicles...bullet proofin, juicin’ up the engines, armor platin’, just like all the gangster’s had. Somehow, my name got to him and I got paid a visit and was soon on the payroll. Uh huh, just like that. I had and still have a good rep for being able to keep my mouth shut, which I reckon lots of folks can’t do. Anyways, Ronny got me some trainin’ from some of the best in motors, to sharpen up my skills with a wrench and it paid off, for both of us.
Embrace
Yeah, well, so that went on for a while, up ‘till around them Japs bombed us into the War. Still, business boomed cause of war profiteerin’ and Ronny needed someone to help him out after a while. His childe Tony? Yeah, he would up ash one night so I got moved up from what we call retainer, to childe. This was in 1942 that I got the bite. Yeah, so anyways, I become learning the ways of the Movement and Nosferatu all in one fell sweep. Things was good, I suppose. But other’n learnin’ the ways of the society, hell, I pretty much did what I always had; just now I had more clients with all the Movement needin’ stuff to keep pushing forward. New Orleans always was a bit unstable, and that life gets old. We was always strugglin’ for top spot with the Churchers and the Vicks.; Circles out in the swamps pissin’ off the ‘wolves; damned crazies rollin’ in from everywhere. Yeah, lots of opportunities for work there, and maybe thats how I wound up Cleanin’ a bit. You know, disposin’ of some stuff. I mean, even in the Kine nights, I was a stout fella’ and could take care of myself. You don’t survive if you can’t and hell, what else was there to do?
Good thing was, see, Ronny was brought into the night because he was a circus freak back in his day, one of those axe throwin’ guys? The ones hand stand way off and dice a cigarette out of some dame’s mouth, that sorta’ thing? Alright, well, long story short, he went nuts and started leaving a wake of hacked up folks around the country as the circus toured? Yeah, real twisted shit mon cher, skinned folks and all that. Well, eventually he was found out and brought in...well, anyways, the thing is, he showed me how to use this axe real nice, just as he learned how to do from his sire; more with it that just murder and throw; Warrior trainin’ for the Revolution and all that thing. Yeah, I ain’t so bad either after some years at it and hell, got called to do some stuff here and there and yeah, them stories about the gators is true. I fed them, so what? You gonna judge me? Thats a laugh. You were joking? Better work on your delivery then.
Carthian Role (OOC)
So, not so officially I was always a Cleaner in the Movement. Man, so what’d I do when I wasn’t TCB’ing? I remember this little chick though, and hey, no I’m not dropping names. But anyways, she was always needed vehicles and weapons modded, or fixed for her bodyguards. You know, you want some plating on a ride or bulletproof glass, you can’t exactly go to Maaco or Wal-Mart Tire service, right? Me, I come in real handy. Anyways, she used to call me an Amorer, and I kind of liked that. Sounded all medieval and more of a Vick thing, but why the hell not? Shouldn’t we have one? Hell, even the military has armorers. Anyways, she’s kind of a product of her blood too, and would get all, “I can pay you with more than money” shit when she was low on funds. So anyways, she tried calling me her Hephaestus a couple of times too, and yeah, I know what she meant. Shit sounded too much like Uncle Fester though, you know, that bald cat with the lightbulb in his mouth off the TV show? Yeah, I know I’m a Haunt, but that guy was fucked. Anyways, Armorer, yeah, I like that. Who knows, maybe it’ll stick.
Atlanta, Then and Now
So you’re askin yourself, why did I give all that up and head east? Well, long story but it really boils down to new turf. Ronny was looking for some opportunities in advancement and pushing the movement in other domains, so we upped and headed to Atlanta in 1955. Atlanta was interesting in those nights, smaller than the bustle of New Orleans, but still, had basically the same troubles that it had. Maybe all cities do, I’m not sure. Anyways, things went well enough, setting up shop and doing the same things that we always had. Ronny released me in ‘57 and I hung around, still partnered with him on a lot of business deals.
That went alright too, there were some things going on politically in those nights, but you can hear about those from someone else. Anyways in 1965, I thought it was time to spread my own wings a bit, and decided to take over some business interests down in Talahassee. That went fairly smooth until I slipped into a sleep in 1972. I woke up in 1993, a bit thinner of blood and took to reacquainting myself to the new years.
So, anyways, I hear that Ronny had slipped off to sleep too, and the old business kind of faded away up here. Talahassee’s alright, but Atlanta’s always had more to offer, so I packed up my things and headed on back to town after figurin’ it was about time to return. Hmm, things is different, but maybe thats not so bad for now. Too bad my man Teo got all piled up in that wreck on 77 south of Atlanta. Man, even a ghoul can’t take a firey wreck like that. I reckon, I’ll need a new one, but the place I found will work out fine for now.
Talkin’s over now. I gots some numbers to look up. And, you know, if you want to throw some business my way, we should talk. Price? Man, if you gotta ask...