Sebastian Doyle

A rough petrolhead from Adelaide's northern suburbs.

Description:
ATTRIBUTES
Physical Social Mental
Strength ●●● Charimsa ●● Perception ●●●
Dexterity (Deft) ●●●● Manipulation ●●● Intelligence ●●
Stamina (Tough) ●●●● Appearance Wits ●●●
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ABILITIES
Talents Skills Knowledges
Alertness ●● Crafts (Repair) ●●● Computer
Athletics ●● Drive ●●● Finance ●●
Brawl (Brutal) ●●●● Firearms ●●● Medicine
Intimidation ●●● Melee Science
Streetwise ●● Security
hey Stealth ●●
hey Survival
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ADVANTAGES
Backgrounds Disciplines Virtues
Allies Obfuscate ●● Conscience ●●●
Generation ●● Protean ●● Self-Control ●●●●●
Resources ●● Celerity ●●● Courage ●●●●
Status (Camarilla) Potence ●●●
Status (Gangrel) Fortitude ●●●●
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Merits Humanity Blood Pool
Bruiser ●●●●●● □□□□□□
hey □□□□□□
Flaws Willpower
Deep Sleeper ●●●●●●●●
Prey Exclusion (Children)
Disfigured
Bio:

Appearance and Equipment

Standing about 6 feet tall, Seb has a heavy, burly build, with broad shoulders and big arms and chest. He looks a little over forty, with a broad face which is tanned and weathered. His arms and face are often smudged with black grease as a result of his mechanical work. He is unshaven and grizzled, and his scruffy, close-cropped hair and goatee are black shot through with silver. Dark, heavy, scowl-accustomed brows sit above eyes which have become wolflike in appearance, the physical manifestation of failure to contain his inner Beast.

Seb had a series of tattoos inked onto his arms in his younger days. Emblazoned upon his left shoulder is the Doyle family crest featuring the motto FORTITUDINE VINCIT (‘physical strength conquers’); below this a green Chinese dragon twists down the length of his arm and spits fire across the back of his left hand. His right shoulder and upper arm feature a Harley Davidson emblem atop a winged skull, beneath which a red banner winds around his right forearm enclosing the words FORTIS IN PROCELLA (‘strength in the storm’).

Permanent reminders exist of the horrific home invasion Seb survived at the age of 29: three of his teeth were smashed out, and he has three long parallel lines of dark, thick scar tissue running diagonally from the right side of his forehead across the bridge of his nose and down to the left corner of his mouth.

Seb favours black clothes. He customarily wears a sleeveless tee-shirt or singlet and worn Levis, a studded leather belt fastened with a silver Harley-Davidson buckle, a beloved pair of scuffed 12-hole Doc Martens, and fingerless leather driving gloves. He also sometimes dons a long black overcoat. He is never seen without his totally opaque sunglasses, has silver sleeper earrings in both ears and usually wears a long black bandanna over the top of his head.

Seb always carries his wallet, a pouch of White Ox tobacco and papers, and a Zippo lighter bearing the Harley-Davidson insignia. He keeps a sharp Swiss Army knife inside his left boot, and tucks two Beretta M9 9mm pistols into the back of his belt with a spare clip in each of his front pockets, one of which contains silver rounds. Strapped to his belt on his left hip he also carries a small leather case which contains a variety of screwdriver, spanner and socket-wrench heads and small socket handle, right-angle joint and extension piece into which they may be inserted, a hex-key set, a small battery-powered drill and an assortment of bits, and a small pair of pliers. All of the items in the kit are securely strapped into place and make no sound when he moves.

The ringtone on Seb’s mobile phone is The Dogs are Talking by the Angels.

Sebastian Doyle

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