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Name: Rob
E-mail/IM: See Dahlia/Moira O’Shea
RP Experiences?: See above.




Name: Marcus Figueroa
Nicknames/Alias: Fig
Age: 25 (embraced at 23)
Aesthetic Age: Mid-twenties
Sexual Preference: Homosexual

Species: Vampire
Clan: Brujah Antitribu
Sect: Sabbat

Disciplines: Potence [2], Celerity [1]

Misc: Fig has adopted the ‘only feed from wrongdoers’ mantra, targeting homophobes and those who victimize others based on their sexuality and race. He finds enjoyment in subjecting them to the same depredations they so willing submit others to.

He gets along with the pack for the most part and performs his duties without complaint.

Appearance: Dominating the herd at an unsettling six-feet and ten inches (6’10”), Fig is built like a bruiser; thick limbed and powerful, his form is neither ‘ripped’ nor ‘fat’ but rather a mixture of muscle and meat – a physique well-suited for life as a meat shield. His weight of over three-hundred pounds (314 lbs.) tends to put him at further advantage in physical encounters where brute force is necessary, which it tends to be more often than not. Heavy black dreads hang over his face, shoulders and back in thick, rumpled twists of hair that serve to evoke the image of some urban savage or wild-man.

Fashion Sense/style: Fig wears anything he can find that fits him, tearing or modifying clothes in the event that they don’t. He prefers dark colors and heavy fabrics, and typically heavy-duty boots over any sort of shoes. His sense of style conforms very little to what it was before his embrace but there are occasions where he’ll become picky about what he dons. He does not wear jewelry although he has been known to pierce parts of his body at whim.

Personality: With a voice carrying the baritone of a shotgun blast, Fig is a rowdy and enthusiastic Cainite – yet there is an almost subtle, contemplative nature to the antitribu that hints at something more beneath the wild-man act which echoes in the sometimes calm and soothing tone he speaks with. In life he may have even been described as that guy who ‘couldn’t hurt a fly’ but such is no longer the case as he ravages cattle and kindred alike for amusement or sustenance. He fits the clan stereotype to a ‘T’ and has no qualms with raising a little hell to keep the ‘status less than quo’.

As a member of King’s Remnants he is the back-up, bouncer, enforcer and the primary ass kicker; Dahlia points a finger and he smashes. He finds himself arguing with the ductus over minor things on a nightly basis but they usually see eye-to-eye on more important matters so long as they don’t involve politicking. When schmoozing and the like come up, the Brujah just waves a hand and plugs his headphones in before he can be dragged into the discussion.


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