Rick Gromcrow 5"11 black hair brown eyes 25 yrs old sometimes with beard Attributes ST: 13 DX: 15 IQ: 13 HT: 12 total: 140 points Advantages Combat Reflexes (15 pts) Comfortable Wealth (10 pts) Danger Sense (15 pts) High Pain Threshold (10 pts) Karate Style (Cinematic) (14 pts) Kobojutsu Style (Cinematic) (14 pts) Trained by a Master (40 pts) Unfazeable (15 pts) Toughness - 1 (10 pts) total 143 points Regular Skills Criminology 12- (1 pt); Drive Car 13- (1 pt); Guns (Pistol) 15- (1 pt); Law 11- (1 pt); Occultism 12- (1 pt); Photography 13- (2 pts); Savoir-Faire 13- (1 pt); Sex Appeal 13- (4 pts); Stealth 15- (4 pts); Streetwise 12- (1 pt); total: 17 points Regular Martial Skills Axe/Mace 16- (4 pts); Judo 15- (4 pts); Jitte/Sai 16- (4 pts) Karate 16- (8 pts); Karate Art 16- (8 pts); Nunchucks 16- (8 pts); Savoir- Faire: Dojo 15- (4 pts); Shinto Philosophy 13- (4 pts); Spear 15- (2 pts); Staff 16- (8 pts); Tonfa 16- (4 pts); Tournament Law 13- (2 pts); total: 60 points Cinematic Martial Skills Breaking Blow 12- (2 pts); Mental Strength 17- (12 pts); Power Blow (karate) 12- (2 pts); Power Blow (jitte/sai) 12- (2 pts); Pressure Points 12- (2 pts); total 20 points Regular Martial Maneuvers Back Kick 15- (1 pt); Elbow Strike 16- (1 pt); Hook Kick 16- (1 pt); Jump Kick 15- (1 pt); Kicking 16- (1 pt); Knee Strike 17- (1 pt); Spin Kick 16- (1 pt); total: 7 points Cinematic Martial Maneuvers Dual Weapon Attack (Sai) 14- (2 pts); Enhanced Parry (Tonfa) 11- (6 pts)* total: 8 points *Note: This is a parry of _eleven_ not 11/2! Disadvantages Enemy: Camarilla 6- (-10 pts) Overconfidence (-10 pts) Sense of Duty to Humanity (-15 pts) Sense of Duty: To comrades (-5 pts) total: -40 points Quirks Eats meat/says he's a vegetarian (-1 pt) Exercizes 2 hours each morning (-1 pt) Shows off his martial skills (-1 pt) Likes scaring Vamps & their friends (-1 pt) Beard comes and goes at whim (-1 pt) total: -5 pts TOTAL: 350 points EQUIPMENT: Light Leather Armor, sharpened jittes, nunchucks, tonfa, .22 cal pistol, Pocket Flashlight, cigarette lighter, flamable liquid. PD: 2/1 DR: 2 Basic Speed 6.75 Move/Dodge: 6 Parries: Karate 10, Jitte/Sai 8, Tonfa 11 Background: Rick was an army brat. His parents divorced when he was eight and after a couple of years, it was clear he couldn't live with his mother. He was raised on military bases in Japan and Korea and became a practioner of the martial arts. A professional kickboxing career was in the making when his father was killed in a helicopter crash. Insurance and what little estate his father had didn't last and he found he had to move in with his mother just to financially survive. It worked at first. Lana Stacy Gromcow Eckler Panezich Corey was something of a professional divorcee, reasonably (or more) provided for with divorce settlements and spousal support. She stopped marrying after her settlement with John Corey (too much to lose) and had a string of live in lovers for the previous 5 years. Her current lover appeared to be pretty serious to Rick when he arrived. Ted Innes was closer to his age than hers, but seemed an alright guy. In any event there was little time for discord. Lana and Ted worked graveyard while Rick had to be at the warehouse he worked at by 6:30 in the morning. They almost never saw each other. One hot and humid night, Rick couldn't sleep. He heard his mom's car pull in around 2:00 am. Curious, he looked out and saw Ted and his mother carry a man inside. Slipping out of his room, he snuck along the hallway and looked in the living room. It was like something out of a cheap horror movie. His mom (his MOM!!!) had these horrendous fangs in her mouth and was bending over to bite the guy's neck. After a while, Innes, who'd been checking the guy's pulse, made her stop. Then, she put her arm out to Innes, and he started drinking her blood! Rick was torn with indecision. He ought to help the victim, but how could he fight his mother? He waited. An hour or so later, the two took their victim into the back yard. He was cuffed hand and foot with some kinky type leather bonds and gagged, and placed into the tool shed. A few minutes later, they left. Rick went to the tool shed and tried to force the lock. Not as easy as the tv shows make it appear. (Hair pins aren't sturdy enough to force tumblers to move, for one thing.) Finally, he forced the sheet metal door off the tracks, wondering why the racket hadn't woken the neighbors all the while. He got the victim out and carried the guy in and saw his mom and Innes waiting for him. She'd left her purse behind. Innes had a sawed off shotgun and was keeping him covered. Lana tried to explain things, Corey was her _sire_, while Innes was a _ghoul retainer_ or something. It was too much. Lana went to her bedroom and came out with a box of those restraining toys, bound him and carried him one handed into his room. Innes was told to take the victim back to the shed. He heard her call his work in the morning, telling him he was ill. Somewhere along the way, he fell asleep for a few hours. He woke to the midday heat, and waited till dark. Shortly after the sun set, Innes came in and unbound him. He was directed to the living room. While massaging his muscles, Rick began focusing his chi. When he stepped out of his room, he caught Innes with a perfectly thrown punch to the throat. Rendered unconscious by the powerful blow, Innes collapsed and began to suffocate with his throat crushed. Quickly dragging the dying ghoul into his room, he got a wood hair brush and broke the brush part off. He had a crude wooden stake. He went looking for his mother, slowly going through each room. He found her, but she was incredibly quick. Her speed and strength were roughly a match for his skills and for long moments they squared off. It took a while for them to realize neither one of them wanted this fight. When that was settled, she asked about Innes, rushed to him, but it was too late. Lana made a decision and told Rick to get out, establish a good alibi and not come back until at least 10. He did as she bade. When he came back, sheriff's cars were all over the place. He was allowed in. One of his neighbors, obviously in a trance, was giving a story about Innes and Lana arguing, hearing a scream and a THUMP! a little later. When he investigated, he found her with a knife in her chest and him hanging from his belt. The "murdered" woman had a knife wound alright. Should have been fatal too. She was sitting on the gurney nursing a Margarita. "It's all set". She said. "The paperwork will take a couple of months, but the house is yours and the insurance policy will set you up quite well." "All you have to do is stay quiet. These people here," gesturing at everyone but the alleged eyewitness, who all smiled fangs at him, "are here to let you know WHY you'd better keep quiet." Finishing her drink, she lay down on the gurney and was carried out. He never saw her again. But his conscience wouldn't let him forget. Vampires existed, preyed on the populace. He had to do something. In time, he became a hunter. He's managed to become a minor nuissance to the Camarilla, despite his mother's status within it.