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9th Generation Ventrue | Bloodpool: 10/14 | Willpower: 6/7 |
About James L. Sheridan
Name: James L Sheridan
Chronicle: Forged in Steel
Concept: Bootstrapped Manager of Gary Drug Distribution Operation
Nature: Curmudgeon
Demeanor: Architect
Clan: Ventrue
Generation: 9th
Sire: ?
Embrace: 1990
Max Blood Pool /Current: 14/11
Max Trait Rating: 5
Blood points Per Turn: 2
XP Earned: 9
XP Spent: 3
XP Remaining: 6
Attributes
Physical:
Strength: ●●
Dexterity: ●●
Stamina: ●●
Social:
Charisma: ●●●● (Charming)
Manipulation: ●●●● (Smooth)
Appearance: ●●
Mental:
Perception: ●●
Intelligence: ●●
Wits: ●●●● (Clever)
Abilities
Talents:
Acting: ●●
Alertness: ●
Athletics: ●
Brawl:
Dodge: ●
Empathy: ●
Intimidation: ●●
Leadership: ●
Streetwise: ●●●
Subterfuge: ●
Skills:
Animal Ken: ●
Drive: ●
Etiquette: ●●
Firearms: ●●
Melee: ●
Music:
Repair:
Security: ●
Stealth: ●
Survival:
Knowledges:
Bureaucracy: ●
Computer:
Finance: ●
Investigation:
Law: ●
Linguistics:
Medicine:
Occult: ●
Politics: ●
Science: ●
Disciplines:
Presence: ●
Fortitude: ●
Dominate: ●
Potence: ●
Backgrounds:
Generation: ●●●●
Resources: ●●●●
Retainers: ●●
Herd: ●●●
Status: ●
Contacts: ●
Virtues:
Conscience: ●●
Self Control: ●●●●●
Courage: ●●●●
Humanity: 7
Willpower: 7/7
Health Levels
_ Bruised
_ Hurt -1
_ Injured -1
_ Wounded -2
_ Mauled -2
_ Crippled -5
_ Incapacitated
Merits:
Underworld Ties (3 pt)
Calm Heart (3 pt)
Inoffensive to Animals (1 pt)
Flaws:
Short (1 pt)
Colorblind (1 pt)
Compulsion - Neatness (1 pt)
Enemy - Rival drug gang (1 pt)
Clan Weakness - Prey Exclusion Type - Animals. James inexplicably loves animals; more so than people. Somehow they love him back.
Description:
Age: 27
Apparent Age: 20
Hair: Conservative fade
Eyes: Brown
History:
You could say I got in on the ground floor. It was 1982 when crack first started to hit the streets of Chicago and you KNOW the Ventrue were there. Well, I didn't. Not then. I didn't even want to deal, but circumstances forced it on me. Story old as time: Father out of the picture, mama sick, hungry little brother and sister. You can say what you want, but I fed those kids when my parents couldn't and got them out of my shitty neighborhood.
How'd I do it? First I sold on the street. Became the best little hustler on my block. Then the best for my dealer. When he got busted because his dumb ass was using, I became him, taking up his spot in the organization. Through ambition, smarts, a bit of luck, and *NEVER* using my product, I was soon running half a dozen street level "representatives". I paid off who I needed to pay-off and kept my nose clean. Never drove a car less than 5 years old so as to not gather the wrong type of attention. I was paying attention to the details and hedging all my bets. I escaped the wrong type of attention and started attracting the right kind.
By 1985 I'm ready to grab the next wrung on the ladder. That level of responsibility required unquestioned loyalty. So I had to do something I told myself I would never do. I became a user. I was ghouled. It's what I had to do to get my foot in the door. And if it gave me some extra strength and toughness in the bargain, so be it.
I needed that toughness in the years that followed. After 1985 business started booming. One by one my siblings graduated high school and I made sure they went to an out of state school as far away as possible. Hell, one even went to Switzerland. Can you believe that shit? It was a bit of a struggle to clean enough cash for three simultaneous tuitions, but it was worth it. Mama's heart almost made it to end of the youngest's graduation. The night of the visitation was the last I saw of those three kids. Things were heating up and I had to focus. Distribution territories were expanding and real competition was finally emerging. Not all of the issues were settled with B-school approved approaches.
In 1990 my hard work was recognized. I had done well, expanding and stabilizing the business while not stepping on any toes (i.e. rival business interests) within the clan. And since business was continuing to expand, it was realized that more help was needed. Whether it was more that I had proven myself or more that the Clan needed bodies due to the Prince of Chicago's ban on creating new neonates, I will politely refrain from remarking upon. In any case, I was embraced, even it was in Indiana.
Two years after becoming a Ventrue, I have a couple of my own ghouls and manage several more. On behalf of the clan, I control a pretty good chunk of the distribution network for the Gary area. I have a fancy Euro-style apartment kept spic and span by a "specialty" maid service which I also have a piece of and serve as my herd. I have enough insulation from the street level activities that I can drive my Benz around without worry. I like the attention that my Armani suits (with armored lining) draw. I'm part of the establishment now. I fix problems with efficiency and if necessary, ruthlessness. I'm all business, so if you want to cause problems then you had best stay out of my way.
