Cade

Name: Cade Alveras
Clan: Gangrel(Country)
Sire: Unknown
Affiliation: Camarilla (Ex-Sabbat)
Position: None
Status: None

Concept: Ex-Sabbat
Nature: Penitent
Demeanor: Survivor

Apparent Age: 27
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 150
Quote: "Don't mind me none."
Apparent Merits/Flaws: Disfigured (three claw marks across left half of face)

Description:
A slim latino man wearing slightly faded jeans, dusty cowboy boots, a flannel shirt and a stetson duster that is usually pulled down to cover his eyes.  In good light, three large scars in the shape of clawmarks can be seen down the left side of his face as if he were mauled by some wild animal.

Brief Character Biography:
Truth be told, there ain't much to my life... or what was my life 'fore God cursed me.  Dropped outta school at 14 so I could get a job to pay the bills.  Dad was long gone before then, it was just me, Susie, my sister, and Momma.  'Cept Momma got sick, so I had to work. Only place would hire me was this weird bookstore, always open late and had tons of weirdos who bought stuff there.  But pay was pay, and it didn't matter to me none as long as it was honest work.

Then one night, as I'm comin' home, I get clocked over the head somethin' fierce.  When I came to, I was dressed up in my sunday best and trapped in a box with the most powerful hunger I ever felt gnawin' at my insides.  I could smell somethin' good nearby so I pushed and pushed and broke out of the box, clawed my way up out of the ground and leapt at the smell, blackin' out.  When I came to, there were monsters standin' round me, laughin'.  Susie and Momma were lyin' in a heap on the ground, cut to shreds and bled out next to the man I'd killed.  The others laughed again and said I was now part of somethin' they called the Sabbat.

A few years later, my pack and me is runnin' along the Rio lookin' fer trouble, when it finds us.  Poor sons-a-bitches never saw it comin'. Outta nowhere these huge monsters, someone later said they was probably werewolves, jump and just start layin' into everyone.  I got knocked clear thirty feet, broke half my ribs and an arm, but by the time I was on my feet again, the others were dead.  Whatever blood magic them Sabbat did to us to make us keep each other alive kinda got broke what with everyone else dead, so I ran.

Rather than headin' back to Mexico, I went on north, takin' out what I had left in the bank and not lookin' back.  Wound up in Pennsylvania for a bit, working security fer the prince, until she went crazy and locked me up for a year, givin' me these scars as a reminder of her power.  Apparently, someone let the cat out of the bag that I wasn't part of them Camarilla fellers.

Once I was let free, I decided to head elsewhere else for a while.  I wandered here and there, takin' whatever jobs paid to travel. Eventually, I set on some courrier work across the pond, to get a fresh start, and sign on to the Camarilla proper.

Maybe this time round, I won't have to deal with any more Sabbat or crazy  Princes.