Joey Hart's page

Joey Hart
Concept: Struggling writer turned struggling landlord.
Nature: Celebrant
Demeanor: Director
Clan: Ventrue
Generation: 11th
Sire: Milena Aronyan
Embrace: 2010 (Apparent Age 31)
Max Blood Pool: 12
Max Trait Rating: 5
Blood points Per Turn: 1

XP Earned: 20
XP Spent: 14
XP Remaining: 6

Attributes
Physical: (3)
Strength: ●●
Dexterity: ●●
Stamina: ●●

Social: (5)
Charisma: ●●●
Manipulation: ●●●
Appearance: ●●

Mental: (7)
Perception: ●●●
Intelligence: ●●●●
Wits: ●●●

Abilities
Talents: (9 +2FP +6XP)
Alertness: ●
Athletics:
Awareness: ●●
Brawl: ●
Empathy: ●
Expression: ●●●
Intimidation: ●
Leadership:
Streetwise: ●
Subterfuge: ●●

Skills: (5 +2FP +8XP)
Animal Ken:
Crafts: ●
Drive: ●
Etiquette: ●
Firearms: ●●
Larceny: ●
Melee:
Performance:
Stealth: ●●
Survival:
Professional: ●

Knowledges: (13 +2FP)
Academics: ●●
Computer: ●
Finance: ●●
Investigation: ●●●
Law: ●
Medicine: ●
Occult: ●
Politics: ●
Science:
Technology: ●●

Disciplines: (3)
Dominate ●●●

Backgrounds: (5 +6FP)
Domain Size: ●●
Domain Security: ●
Generation: ●●
Herd: ●●
Status: ●
Mentor (Sire?): ●●
Resources: ●●

Virtues: (7)
Conscience: ●●●
Self Control: ●●●●
Courage: ●●
Humanity: 7
Willpower: 5/5 (+3 FP)

Health Levels
_ Bruised
_ Hurt -1
_ Injured -1
_ Wounded -2
_ Mauled -2
_ Crippled -5
_ Incapacitated

Joey Hart is an unremarkable man with slightly scruffy, dusty blonde hair and a slightly overweight physique that hints at proper muscles buried under a decade of neglect. He is often seen with a band tee-shirt under a worn gray hoodie with well-worn blue jeans. He has the resting face of a sleep deprived businessman but often shifts to a pleasantly neutral expression in conversation.

Joey always was the creative type. He dabbled in music, tried his hand at theatre, but ultimately found his passion in writing. Unfortunately, his aspirations were cut short thanks to the untimely death of his parents at the hands of a drunk driver who also died in the accident.
His folks didn’t leave much, but they did own a modest apartment complex that he had lived out of through most of his childhood. This bittersweet homecoming had him learning the trade of being a landlord, setting aside his personal projects for a crash course in home improvement and business management.
He did well enough, keeping the place functional and even making a modest living off of it, but the required time investment suffocated his social life and cut him off from furthering a creative career. After a while, his tenants were the only people he had time to interact with, and they were a mixed bag on the best of days.
Of course, owning a relatively secure property with easy access to mortal dwellings had its own merits, which Joey suspects wad the first thing that caught the interest of his sire. The embrace was quite a shock to Joey for all the usual reasons, as well as a few that were uniquely frustrating towards the failed writer. After all, he was sitting on an inspiration for what might have been his greatest story yet and the Masquerade demanded that he could do absolutely nothing with it.
Between the shock of the embrace and this denial, his already weakened muse hit a breaking point. Turning to focus on utilitarian things, Joey focused what he could: property management. Keep up the domain. Attract tenants, living and dead. Make friends. Curry favor. Allow the sire to act as the surrogate parent that he misses so much. Help out every neonate he can so they remember who helped them when they make it big. Once he’s got himself truly settled in, he can worry about making sense of this strange curse.
And he certainly will get to the bottom of it eventually. As much as he’s ashamed of admitting it, directly witnessing examples of strange mystical vampire stuff is beginning to rekindle his love the craft.